Mao Shanming's mentality was broken at this time. Do you know how difficult it was for him
Do you know how hard it is for him to find a few little ghosts
Do you know how much he suffered
Do you know how he spent so much time and effort to trick a stupid ghost at the grave
In the end, it was all lost. Uncle Jiu cheated him twice. Not only did he not get any money, he even lost his capital.
Mao Shanming's eyes were filled with resentment, and he lay on the ground like a salted fish that had lost its dreams, not moving at all.
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but shake his head and sigh when he saw him like this. Why did such a young man choose to cheat when there were so many other things he could do
He chose to take such a crooked path, even if he had to work as a laborer at the dock, he had to live with dignity.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of his two disciples, Qiu Sheng and Wencai. Although they didn't like practicing Taoism very much, they would not do such a thing.
It can be said that he was influenced by him. Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Even if he wanted to be a good person, he must never be a bad person.
On the other side, Russell flew to the roof, holding the gourd in his hand, looking left and right carefully, and couldn't help feeling a little surprised.
This is actually a magic weapon, and it is not a simple magic weapon. It looks like it was made by someone and is often used.
Where did Mao Shanming get it from? How could he possibly use a magical tool
Russell looked down, activated his magic power, white light flashed in his eyes, and looked at Mao Shanming carefully, which immediately startled him.
This guy actually has magical powers, while the last time we met, he was just an ordinary person.
Although it seems that he knows some Taoist magic and can raise ghosts, anyone can do it as long as they understand the rules.
Looking closely, the fluctuations of Mao Shanming's magical power are quite large, almost catching up with Wen Cai.
this…
Russell calculated with his fingers and found that it had been less than five months since they last met. In those five months, he had learned everything on his own and transformed from an ordinary person into a teacher, embarking on the path of cultivation.
He couldn't help but be amazed in his heart. He never expected that Mao Shanming had some talent. Even though he had just embarked on the path of cultivation, this was enough to stop 99% of people.
Russell's eyes flickered a little, he touched his chin with his hand, and fell into curious thought. Could this guy be the protagonist
Or did he jump off the cliff but not die, and picked up some precious inheritance
"Master, this guy seems to have attained enlightenment!"
In the end, Russell told Uncle Jiu about this discovery. As a true disciple of Maoshan, he didn't care about other inheritances.
At least in this world, there are few heritages better than Maoshan.
Not only does he have the inheritance of Maoshan, but he also has that of Old Demon Fang and Zhuge Wuhou. It's simply a gateway to the sky!
Hearing Russell's words, Uncle Jiu was also stunned. He took a closer look at Mao Shanming and found that his aura was weak, but he had indeed entered the Tao.
But he didn't ask too much. The world is too big and there are countless inheritances. As a descendant of Maoshan, Uncle Jiu naturally would not take away the inheritance from others.
Even if Maoshan Ming gave it to him, Uncle Jiu would not learn it. This was his pride as a Maoshan disciple.
But he asked another question, "Mao Shanming, no, A Ming!"
Uncle Jiu always felt that it was weird to call him Maoshan Ming. With such mediocre kung fu, isn’t he an insult to Maoshan people
He immediately changed his tone, "Ah Ming, I want to ask you, where did you put the body you stole? Hand it over immediately."
The villagers standing by were watching eagerly, and there were even two or three strong young men with their sleeves rolled up, eager to step forward and extract a confession.
When Mao Shanming saw this trend, he didn't know what he thought of, his head became hard and his mouth was very stubborn.
"Humph, I won't tell you. I won't tell you, even if you kill me!"
This arrogant attitude really annoyed the people around. If Uncle Jiu hadn't stopped him, Mao Shanming would have been beaten to a pulp!
Mao Shanming spoke toughly, but his hands couldn't help but hold his head. He thought very clearly that if he didn't hand it over, he would at most be beaten.
He had been wandering the streets since he was a child, begging for food. He was looked down upon and beaten many times, but he was tough and had a cheap life, so he didn't care about the beatings.
The main reason is that Mao Shanming saw that Uncle Jiu was here. He knew Uncle Jiu's character very well. He was kind-hearted but had a thin face, so he would definitely not sit idly by and watch him being beaten to death.
The little ghost on his body was taken away by Uncle Jiu. It would take at least half a month to find another little ghost, and it would also cost a lot of money for materials.
If you don't hand over the body, and wait until the storm has passed, then secretly transport the body away and arrange a ghost marriage for someone else, you will get some money.
With that sum of money, Mao Shanming could make a comeback and wouldn't starve to death!
One is to hand over the body, starve for half a month, die in poverty, and not be beaten.
The other one would not hand over the body and at most be severely beaten, but there would still be hope of making a comeback.
Mao Shanming uses his toes to choose and knows how to do it.
He swore to die rather than obey, but he held his head tightly with both hands and curled up on the ground. He was very experienced in being beaten.
Curled up like this with your head held, you won't be seriously injured. Even if your bones are broken, you can recover.
This scoundrel's appearance made the surrounding villagers stare in anger. They only knew that this Mao Shanming stole the corpse from their village and was still so arrogant!
Uncle Jiu shook his head. Seeing Mao Shanming's expression, he naturally understood that it was useless to reason with him.
He pondered for a moment, then turned his head and called out to Russell on the roof, "Little Russell, give me one of your paper figures."
"Ah, you want my paper figurine again?"
Russell, who was watching the show on the side, fell into the trap. He took out a paper man from his arms reluctantly and it fell into Uncle Jiu's palm.
The Maoshan Ming turtle lying on the ground curled up his body and suddenly felt a pain in his head. Who plucked his hair
"ah!"
Uncle Jiu used the cinnabar and chicken blood on his fingers to simply draw a few strokes on the paper figure, and then stuffed Mao Shanming's hair into it.
His right hand turned into a sword finger, held in front of him and muttered something.
"Using incense as a guide and the talisman as a proof, the Shangqing spirit is under my control! Hurry up and obey the command!"
Russell's mouth curled up, and Mao Shanming, who was lying on the ground, suddenly had an ominous premonition.
As Uncle Jiu muttered to himself, the paper man suddenly sat up, and Mao Shanming also sat up with a look of horror on his face, his eyeballs moving non-stop.
He wanted to open his mouth, but no words came out. He wanted to move, but he couldn't.
Uncle Jiu smiled and flicked his fingers lightly. Mingming was lying on the paper man's head, but Mao Shanming couldn't help but let out a cry.
"Paper man, paper man, I ask the questions and you answer them."
"Where is the body?"
The paper man opened his mouth and said something, "It's in the cave on the opposite hill."
This scene frightened the surrounding villagers so much that they took several steps back and stared at Uncle Jiu in amazement.
This, this is the real Taoism!
The person in front of me is a living god!