The inside of the cave was flat and one could see the bottom at a glance, which was beyond Uncle Jiu's expectations.
After all, the dragon vein is most likely at the bottom of the dark cave. How could the place where it connects to the earth vein be so shallow
The body stolen by Mao Shanming lay quietly at the bottom of the pit, and the two young men who followed behind him were about to burst into tears.
They were already heartbroken when A-mei died suddenly of illness. After finally burying her, their body was stolen by that damn Mao Shanming.
I don’t know whether A-mei can rest in peace in the afterlife.
Seeing the two people's sad looks, Uncle Jiu was silent for a rare moment, and he was a little hesitant in his heart. Was it a bit arbitrary for him to take Mao Shanming as his apprentice
After all, in spiritual practice, the more you progress, the more important it is to have a clear mind. Doing evil is one thing, and ruining the reputation of Maoshan is another.
Uncle Jiu has always regarded Maoshan as his own home and would never allow anything that would corrupt the morals of Maoshan to happen.
After thinking about it carefully again, he decided to give Mao Shanming one last test. If he passed, it would prove that they were destined to be together.
If you don’t pass!
Uncle Jiu patted Russell's little head, and Russell, who was watching the two men moving the corpse, immediately turned his head away.
All he could hear was Uncle Jiu whispering in his ear, "Don't make any noise for a while. The master wants to test him."
He gave a heads-up in advance just to prevent Russell from accidentally ruining his test of Mao Shanming.
Although Russell rarely does such things, Qiu Sheng and Wencai often do so, so Uncle Jiu has developed this habit.
Test Mao Shanming
Russell frowned and glanced at Mao Shanming whose eyes were wandering around. He felt a bit uncomfortable with him, but this was his master's decision after all, so he did not object.
He just nodded silently. Russell dared to say that he would never be able to become Uncle Jiu's apprentice.
What is the success rate of Mao Shanming becoming a disciple
Ninety percent!
As long as they passed the test, success would be a sure thing. However, Russell heard from someone that the success rate was 98%, which, if rounded off, was basically impossible.
Ninety percent
Hehehe…
Who said that
He Russell said so!
"This cave is too shallow. There is no way to hide the dragon vein. The dragon vein is somewhere else."
Uncle Jiu frowned slightly, and began to calculate with his right hand. He looked up at the mountains and fields, and was immediately in a state of acting.
"Alas, if I search one place after another, I'm afraid I'll have to stay in this desolate mountain for three or four days."
In such a huge mountain range, where can we find that tiny dragon vein
"Yes, yes!"
Russell nodded and sighed in agreement, "Finding dragon points is the supreme secret technique of Feng Shui, and it is something that ordinary Taoists like us can master."
He slumped down on the ground, his face full of worry, "Master, I'm afraid it will take us a long time to search."
Listening to what those two people said, Mao Shanming on the side was gloating and almost bursting with joy, and he wanted to spit in his heart.
Do you feel tired now
I think back to how many mountains I climbed and how many graves I slept on in order to raise those two little ghosts.
The little feet became rough and fed countless mosquitoes.
As a result, they were caught by Uncle Jiu before they could defraud any money. If it weren’t for the two of them!
When Mao Shanming thought of this, he kicked the ground in indignation. He had already eaten and drunk delicious food and was ready to go out and have fun.
Two bastards!
He thought he had his expression under control, but he couldn't escape the eyes of Uncle Jiu who were staring at him all the time.
As time goes by, he becomes more cunning. Mao Shanming's simple actions allowed Uncle Jiu to see through his thoughts.
Uncle Jiu's eyes flashed with disappointment. When accepting disciples, he never valued talent, but rather character.
Even though Qiu Sheng had poor literary talent and was laughed at by his peers in Maoshan, countless people advised him to expel the two of them from the sect to avoid embarrassment and break in the inheritance.
But he never listened to it, but taught the two of them carefully, because Uncle Jiu knew that although these two people were not talented and loved to do stupid things, they would never rely on Taoism to harm others or steal their lives for money.
Otherwise, if he is too talented and does whatever he wants, what's the difference between that and cultivating a murderer
"Well, if we want to find dragon veins."
Uncle Jiu continued, "Then there will be no way to resolve the ghost marriage issue tonight. I am a bit tied up."
"What?"
Mao Shanming glared. If you can't solve the ghost marriage problem, aren't you going to let him die
Suddenly, he became more and more dissatisfied with Uncle Jiu. What a bullshit immortal!
In order to find the dragon vein of some bird, I have lost my life!
Uncle Jiu, you are such a piece of shit!
He cursed in his heart but remained calm on the surface. This was a skill he learned from working hard at the bottom of society.
"Let me think of a solution."
Uncle Jiu was in silent contemplation, he took out a piece of writing from his bosom, dotted a little cinnabar from the bamboo tube with his hand, and carved a few strokes on it carefully.
Mao Shanming's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he was overjoyed. He had heard that Uncle Jiu's talisman was extremely effective.
If you sell it, you have to get a good price, and then you will never have to worry about food and drink.
As for the troubles caused by ghost marriage
Mao Shanming already has a countermeasure, a very, very good countermeasure.
Uncle Jiu is an expert at drawing talismans. He doesn't need a pen. He just draws lightly with his hands and a complex talisman appears.
How complicated is it
Russell tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't know what the painting was about.
He scratched his head in frustration and couldn't help muttering, "What kind of a ghost painting is this?"
He was originally depressed, but when he saw Uncle Jiu's upturned mouth corner, he suddenly understood in his heart, damn it, this is really a scribble - it's just a random drawing!
Uncle Jiu’s routine is really like the class teacher’s summer homework—one set after another.
Russell crossed his arms over his chest. He wanted to see what Uncle Nine would do next.
By the way, when Uncle Jiu accepted me as his apprentice, he used some tricks, but how come I have no recollection of it at all
The talisman was drawn very quickly, but it can't be called a talisman. In fact, it was just a scribble and had no effect at all.
But Mao Shanming didn't understand. He licked his face and said in a flattering manner, "Uncle Jiu, with this talisman, will everything be fine?"
Uncle Jiu nodded, a trace of pain flashed across his face, and he seemed reluctant. He hesitated for a long time before giving the talisman paper to Mao Shanming.
"If you can avoid using it, try not to use it. This thing is very precious, and it has seriously damaged my vitality!"
When Mao Shanming looked up, he found that his uncle was pale and coughed from time to time.
Then, Uncle Jiu used a branch to draw a circle at the entrance of the cave, and earnestly admonished, "You stay inside the circle. Russell and I will go up the mountain to find the dragon vein. When we come back, we will take you back to the village to atone for your sins."
How to atone for sins
After all, he stole someone's body.
Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment and said, "You can help them grow vegetables, chop firewood, and buy some strength."
"Sure, sure!"
Mao Shanming nodded quickly, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.
You old man, do you think I am Sun Wukong
hehe!