"Are you sure?"
When Master Xu heard what someone said, he frowned.
On the other side, Uncle Jiu was drinking tea calmly, then he threw a feather duster with his backhand, followed by a strange cry.
"ah!"
Russell held his head in his hands and looked at Uncle Nine with aggrieved and pitiful eyes.
That picture was not drawn by me, it was done by that guy named Xiaoxiaosheng!
That’s right, it’s him!
"ah!"
I got hit with a feather duster again.
Woo woo woo.
Next time, you can't mention Xiaoxiao's birth. You have to drag your senior brother to take the blame. If that doesn't work, you have to ask the little zombie to do it.
Anyway, the little zombies have thick skin and are not afraid of being beaten.
I am such a little genius!
Uncle Jiu retracted his hand, looked at Master Xu's ugly face, and asked softly, "Junior brother, what's wrong?"
"My disciple said that Qian Long took someone's money again and planned to use Maoshan magic to steal money and kill people!"
"What?"
Uncle Jiu has three weaknesses: one is Maoshan, the second is his disciples, and the third is Russell.
He attaches great importance to Maoshan, not only to its reputation, but also to its Taoism and rules.
It is forbidden to use Maoshan Taoism to commit crimes for money or to kill people. This is the iron rule of Maoshan.
Now someone wants to break it!
“Boom!”
Uncle Jiu slammed the table, his eyes wide open, "Where is he now?"
Master Xu shook his head.
"He wanted to kill someone for money. Who did he want to kill?"
Master Xu shook his head. This thing was just seen by his disciple accidentally. How could someone tell them about hiring someone to kill someone
"I only know that the person he discussed this with was Mr. Tan."
this…
Uncle Jiu looked hesitant. There was no news at all and he didn't know anything. It was really a difficult situation.
Although the Maoshan disciples can communicate with each other, Master Qian will most likely not accept their paper cranes.
The most important thing is that if there is no evidence and you just accuse him like this, there is a high probability that Mr. Qian will not admit it.
This sin is too great.
"Catch him and seize the stolen goods." Uncle Jiu drummed his fingers on the table and quickly thought of a solution. "If he wants to use Maoshan Taoism to steal money and kill people, he will definitely perform a ritual. Then we can just catch him directly."
Even though Master Qian hid himself, he was only at the level of a human master after all. If he wanted to kill people remotely without them being seen, he had to perform a ritual.
Once the altar is opened and incense is burned, as long as you don't escape from this town, Uncle Jiu will be able to find you.
This is the confidence of a geomancer!
"What about the other side?" Master Xu asked softly, "If we don't rescue them in time, the unlucky guy will be killed, and it won't be perfect."
"this… "
Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment.
Master Xu continued slowly, "Based on my understanding of him, he is most likely using zombies to harm people. How about I teach him how to avoid zombies?"
"If it works, then that's good. He's just lucky."
"If he fails and gets bitten to death by zombies, that's just his bad luck. We tried our best."
Master Xu said calmly that he had tried his best to save her, as to whether he could save her or not, that was none of his business.
After all, he and Zhang Dabing had no relationship, he only spoke out to remind Qian Zhenren because he was a disciple of Maoshan and he was afraid that Qian Zhenren would harm others and ruin the reputation of Maoshan.
There are so many unfair things in the world. Do Taoists have to take care of them
Uncle Jiu didn't say much after hearing this. He just tapped Russell's head and said, "Go and protect that person, and get rid of that zombie while you're at it!"
Russell's eyes rolled and he curled his lips. You just hit me and it felt good to me, but I don't.
"No, I don't know who that person is."
Before he could finish his words, Russell's hair was rubbed on the head by Uncle Jiu's hand, becoming very messy.
"You little brat, you are so good at identifying people, but you still can't find it?"
Uncle Jiu looked at him with disdain.
We are all thousand-year-old foxes, why are you playing "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" in front of me
What you are playing with are all the leftovers from my time in Maoshan.
"Even if the human identification technique can't find it, can't you find those paper figures? Can't you find people? Can't you find zombies?"
Russell: …
Oh, I have to find a better excuse next time. There’s no way I can be lazy.
Well, Master, you are exploiting child laborers!
…
Ma Family Ancestral Hall.
Zhang Dabing squatted in the corner, and it seemed that only by leaning against the walls on both sides could he feel safe.
As for why he is here
Because today there was a sucker who said he didn't believe he was brave and wanted to make a bet with him.
If he could get out of here safe and sound tonight, he would get one hundred copper coins.
One hundred coins!
It’s just one month’s wages for someone like him who was skinned by Mr. Tan!
If the person who bets with him is not a sucker, then what is he
Has Zhang Dadan ever been afraid of ghosts
"It's a bit cold. Why are there so many coffins in here..."
Zhang Dabing suddenly felt a chill and rubbed his arms violently with his hands. For a moment he didn't know whether his body was cold or his heart was cold.
“Boom!”
A strange noise startled him.
Is there still a living person in this coffin
Thinking of this, Zhang Dabing copied the guy next to him and walked over step by step.
He has fought in at least countless fights and has practiced real fighting skills. Three or five people can't get close to him, so how could he be afraid of the person hiding in the coffin
How many people can be hidden in one coffin
Thirty to fifty people
He walked closer step by step, and just when he got in front of the coffin, the coffin lid flew high with a bang, as if it had been blown up by explosives.
Suddenly a black shadow flew out from inside and rushed towards Zhang Dabing.
“It’s a zombie!”
Zhang Dabing traveled all over the country and had heard these things when chatting with other drivers.
He was so frightened that he slapped his hands and the weapon in his hand was almost bounced away.
Fortunately, he suddenly started to react and bent down to avoid the two sharp claws of the zombie.
Zhang Dabing was so frightened that his sleepiness disappeared immediately. He followed the speed of the zombie, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward again.
There is no way to escape from this situation. Only by fighting head-on can there be a chance of survival.
But what made him depressed was that the zombie seemed to be playing a trick on him. It kept fighting with him and its martial arts skills were extremely powerful.
“Crash!”
He chopped the zombie hard with his knife, making it invulnerable to swords and guns, but only leaving a cut on its clothes.
Zhang Dabing lowered his head and saw that there was nothing between the zombie's legs.
He immediately gasped, "No wonder his martial arts are so powerful, he turned out to be a master of the Imperial Palace!"
The zombie seemed to be enraged by him. It jumped up instantly and slammed into him heavily, instantly crushing Zhang Dabing and crashing out of the ancestral hall.
The zombie was extremely powerful, and Zhang Dabing had no way of resisting. He could only watch the fangs getting closer and closer to his neck.
"One hundred coins, what a loss!"
“Puff!”
A dull sound was heard, and Zhang Dabing felt a cold wind blowing, and the zombie on his body suddenly lost its head.
I saw a man covered in white, holding his head in one hand and his body in the other. His legs were spinning, and he spiraled straight up into the sky and flew away.
Zhang Dadan:
Good man, leave your name behind!
And the other side.
Master Qian's expression suddenly changed. He looked out the door and shouted, "Hurry up and build the platform!"
The disciples didn't understand what he meant, but they quickly built the platform according to his request.
The platform is very important to the Maoshan Taoists. The higher the platform, the more powerful the gods they invite will be and the stronger the Taoist magic they can perform.
Master Qian was anxious and jumped up directly. The next moment, the door of the Tan Mansion was kicked open and three people walked in from outside.
"Xu Ming, Shi, Senior Brother?"
He didn't know the remaining young man, but it didn't matter.
Because he saw Uncle Jiu!
Master Qian knew that he was in great trouble, so he threw away the talisman paper and shouted, "Please invite the Martial Saint Guan Yu to possess me!"
There was no movement.
"Master Guan may not be at home today." Russell smiled. "He may still be on his way on horseback. How about you wait?"
"No!"
ps: 6400 words today.