Uncle Jiu looked at Russell with a serious face and suddenly couldn't help laughing. He hadn't seen his little apprentice so serious for a long time.
In the past, whenever I talked about Maoshan and talismans, Russell would glare at me and pretend to sleep.
Now he is listening so seriously.
A word suddenly flashed through Uncle Jiu’s mind: teach students in accordance with their aptitude.
He couldn't help but sigh, maybe this little disciple just likes paper figures. Well, well, let him be.
Even if he doesn't perform well in practice in the future, I will still support him for the rest of his life.
Uncle Jiu coughed twice, "Russell, do you know why I want to teach you how to judge people?"
“I know!”
Russell tilted his head and said, "Didn't you just tell me that it's because you can't judge a person by his appearance, so I should be more careful in the future so as not to be deceived by others to become a son-in-law."
"Ha ha!"
Uncle Jiu couldn't help laughing and touched Russell's little head with his hand, "Has anyone said it to you again recently?"
Russell nodded suddenly, his face serious, "My price has increased a lot now. That old man surnamed Ma tempted me with 100 yuan, humph!"
He raised his head with a proud look on his face, "I told him that my master runs a bank, and he immediately stopped talking."
Open a bank
Uncle Jiu burst out laughing. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying that it was no different from opening a bank.
Because printing money in the underworld is a pretty good job.
In this world, there are too many concerns and longings. When a loved one passes away, who would not shed sad tears
When we were alive, we were too tired, too busy, and worked too hard all our lives. We passed away without enjoying any happiness.
Among the descendants, who wouldn’t want their ancestors, parents, and relatives to live a more carefree life in the afterlife
The paper money printed by Uncle Jiu is first-rate hard currency.
If you meet a greedy person, the job of printing paper money in the underworld can make as much money as running a bank in the world of the living.
This is a unique business in the world. Whether you print more or less, the authorities will turn a blind eye.
Who made him the ancestor of Maoshan
But Uncle Jiu never printed more, never raised the price, only charged the cost price, and never charged himself for his work.
Occasionally, when he met some poor people or fellow villagers, Uncle Jiu would charge less or even nothing.
He often joked that there were three disadvantages for people who practiced Taoism, and the first was the disadvantage of money.
And it’s also harmful…
The figure of a woman emerged in Uncle Jiu's mind, and he quickly shook his head to get rid of the idea.
"The most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his young apprentice Russell was about to fall asleep again. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Let me tell you a story about my youth."
When this was mentioned, Russell did not mind that Uncle Jiu was talking like a Tang Monk. He sat cross-legged and suddenly became energetic.
"I forgot whether it was ten or twenty years ago. At that time, I had just come down from Mount Mao, and followed your uncle Simu to come here to slay demons and monsters."
Uncle Jiu's eyes began to recall the past.
"At that time, your uncle and I were passing by a place called Lushan. We heard from the villagers that there was a tiger demon named Lushanjun, who was ruling the mountain and causing trouble for the people."
"At that time, I was really young and full of energy. All I could think about was exorcising demons and protecting the area. I went up the mountain with your Uncle Simu."
“It hit us head-on.”
Uncle Jiu looked a little amused, "That Lu Shanjun is indeed ferocious, he is actually a hundred-year-old demon. Your uncle Simu and I were just new to the profession, trying to subdue demons and monsters, but we were almost killed by the demon on the spot."
Russell's eyes widened. This Lu Shanjun was so powerful that he actually made Uncle Jiu fall. What a ruthless tiger!
"Your uncle Simu used his divine attack on the spot and asked the ancestor to possess him, so that Lu Shanjun would be afraid of him. Only then could uncle Simu and I escape danger."
"Later, I discovered that Lu Shanjun had never eaten anyone, nor had he harmed anyone. Sometimes, he would even drive away wild ghosts and goblins, so he could be considered protecting the lives of the people."
"On the contrary, it is the villagers who go up the mountain to hunt tigers, skin them and pick their bones."
"Once a tigress was guarding her den. The villagers set fire to the den. She refused to come out and was burned to death in the fire."
"Your uncle Simu was curious and pulled me into the cave. We found the tigress curled up in the cave, her back burnt black, with two cubs in her arms. Although they were well protected, one of them suffocated to death."
Uncle Jiu was silent for a while. "That day, blood and tears flowed from Lord Lu Shan's eyes. Your Uncle Simu and I tried our best, and with the help of fellow apprentices nearby, we were able to capture him together."
"And then?"
Russell was silent. Humans and demons cannot coexist. Animals in the mountains also have feelings. Is there anything absolute in the world
"later?"
Uncle Jiu's voice was a little low, "Then Lu Shanjun swore not to hurt anyone again, and left with his young son in tears. Your Uncle Simu has not made any progress in his cultivation for many years."
He sighed, "It would be great if I could have mastered the art of judging people at that time. Don't trust others easily. Don't listen lightly and look lightly."
“Sometimes, it’s all fake.”
Russell was silent. Uncle Simu had not made any progress in his cultivation for many years, so how much progress had Uncle Nine made? Why did he stay in Renjia Town for so many years
Lu Shanjun.
Russell made a mental note of the name.
"I won't talk about it anymore. It's all in the past. I'm old now and I like to reminisce about the past."
Uncle Jiu changed the subject, "I will pass this technique of identifying people to you first. You can take a look at it today. Tomorrow I will take you to the street to see the power of this technique of identifying people!"
He took out a book from his arms, with the words "Maoshan Physiognomy" written on it.
Russell took the book, read it carefully from beginning to end, and then recited a sentence in his heart.
"System, add points!"
Name: Russell.
Age: Eight years old.
Realm: Fourth level of human teacher (33/100)
Mana: 40/40
Taoist magic: Paper Figure Technique (Level 3 24/100), Shangqing Dao Zhenjing (Level 2 1/10), Paper Figure Soul Control Technique, Maoshan Xiangshu (Not yet introduced 0/1)
Points: 530
Possible deduction directions: Paper man healing technique 100 points, Paper man puppet technique 100 points.
Russell glanced at the panel, calculated that he still had some energy points to spare, and maxed out his cultivation.
A burst of spiritual power from heaven and earth emerged from his body out of thin air. Russell's face was serious. He exhaled hard, and with one breath, he broke through directly.
The fifth level of human teacher!
Uncle Jiu on the side was dumbfounded. I was just showing you how to judge people, how come you made a breakthrough while watching
This is not at all like a Maoshan Taoist priest.
In less than half a month of cultivation, he had already gone through the same journey that took him nearly a year. Uncle Jiu was shocked for a moment.
"What's wrong with you?"
Russell blinked his eyes, looking innocent, "That's just how I am. I just kept on watching and then I had a breakthrough. Isn't that normal?"
The corners of Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched a little, and he said something against his conscience.
"Normal, almost catching up with me, Master."
Little Russell, don’t be so arrogant, or I’ll teach you a lesson tomorrow!
Humph.