"So this is a wolf?"
Russell thought that Uncle Jiu would not lie to him, and suddenly he looked worried.
Why keep a wolf at home
"Hehe, this wolf is very useful." Simu laughed, "That's why wolf meat is not delicious and has a strong taste. Our wolf is a treasure from head to toe."
"Wolf skin is a good thing. It can be used to keep warm."
"Some people also collect wolf teeth. They are good medicinal materials."
"Although wolf meat tastes strange, it is still meat after all. There are always those who like to hunt for novelties and buy some to try."
As if thinking of something, Simu gently pushed up his glasses and said, "Remember to leave the wolf whip for me when you kill the wolf. It is a good medicinal material for curing diseases."
Wolf whip
Luo Suba showed an unexpectedly profound expression, and then rudely exposed Simu, "Uncle Master, you are not going to visit Yihong Courtyard, are you?"
"Um?"
Uncle Jiu immediately became serious and looked at Simu with a bad face. People who practice Taoism should avoid losing their Yuan Yang, otherwise their practice will be ineffective.
If you can't even control this, what's the point of practicing Taoism
Simu waved his hands hastily, "What are you talking about? I just want to make this into a medicinal herb and sell it to those rich people in need. It can nourish Yin and replenish Yang, it's the best weapon!"
Uncle Jiu lowered his brows and said nothing more.
The two grew up together since childhood. Doesn’t he know Simu’s personality
As for whether selling medicines like Wolf Whip Pills that nourish yin and yang are in line with the image of a Taoist priest, Uncle Jiu doesn't bother to care.
After all, everyone has to eat, right
He follows the rules, but he is not the kind of person who sticks to the rules and is stupid and corrupt.
Uncle Jiu understands Simu, and Simu also understands Uncle Jiu. The two of them looked at each other, and a lot of things were communicated in just one glance.
Russell pouted in dissatisfaction; his plan to divert the blame failed.
"You are so petty, your eyes are smaller than a horse's!"
Simu snorted and reached out to pinch Russell's little face in revenge. He never got tired of pinching this smooth and delicate little face.
Russell dodged left and right, but could not escape Simu's clutches, as he was rubbed all over his face with his greasy hands.
"Hey, you are so delicate and sensible. Uncle Shi really loves you!"
Russell couldn't help but pout with his ravaged mouth.
Uncle Jiu felt a little bit reluctant. He himself couldn't bear to pinch his little disciple's face, so letting Simu pinch it was already the limit for him.
"alright!"
Uncle Jiu spoke up to stop him, "You are an elder, but you are doing such irrelevant things. Hurry up and bring your clients in. Don't block the door."
"Okay!"
Simu reluctantly withdrew his hand, and Russell immediately hugged Uncle Jiu's thigh tightly and refused to let go. This uncle-master was simply too scary.
Simu didn't move for a long time. Uncle Jiu not only didn't say anything, but a smug smile appeared on his face.
Simu was depressed.
"Brother, this..."
He pointed at little Russell, as if hinting at something.
"Don't worry, just do your thing."
Uncle Jiu placed his left hand on his chest, as if he was watching a good show. Russell quietly stuck his head out. It was the first time in all these years that he saw Four Eyes cast a spell.
At this time in the past, Uncle Jiu would always take him away and lock him up in a room or in the altar.
Simu hesitated for a moment, then took out a bell from his arms and shook it gently.
“Ding ding ding!”
Outside the charity cemetery, three rows of people dressed in black funeral shrouds stood neatly on the large square. There were about a dozen of them, their faces covered with yellow scrolls with Taoist talismans painted on them. They stood there stiffly like flagpoles.
When Simu shook the bell, the group of people jumped forward in unison, which looked very impressive.
He subconsciously turned around and found Uncle Jiu standing there steadily. Simu was not surprised, but what surprised him was that Russell was standing there steadily, staring at him curiously with eyes wide open.
How is this possible?!
Simu couldn't believe his eyes. He shook the bell in his hand vigorously several times.
The sound of the bell seemed rapid and loud, as if it had some kind of magic. Russell did not react at all, but the wolf cub lying at the door began to move.
The wolf cub stood on its hind legs with its upper body erect, as if it had drunk fake wine. Its steps were unsteady and its two upper paws were waving constantly, which made it look particularly charming.
Tai Chi Wolf Sanfeng
Russell watched the wolf cub's performance with some surprise. He must have been very drunk. It seemed that he had drunk at least 17 bowls of wine. If he drank one more bowl, he would be able to go up the mountain to fight Wu Song.
Simu was dumbfounded, and began to stutter, "Master, Senior Brother, what's going on?"
The bell in his hand is not an ordinary object, but his unique magical weapon, the Soul-Captivating Bell, which is usually used to control zombies.
Sometimes, it is also used to deal with ordinary things, such as humans, tigers, leopards, wild beasts and the like.
Shake it gently.
Anyone who hears the bell within a radius of dozens of meters will become dazed and sleepy, and allow him to do whatever he wants.
Every time Four Eyes cast a spell, he would deliberately avoid little Russell. One reason was that he was transporting zombies. To put it nicely, they were zombies, but in fact they were just some low-quality dead bodies.
It's okay if the weather is cold, but if it's hot, that smell.
It is not so difficult to die in a foreign land or die of old age, but there are also many who die in war and chaos. Even adults would be scared when they see such deaths, let alone children.
Secondly, the soul-catching bell is range-sensitive. If it is shaken slightly, a weak and young child like Russell will most likely sleep for a whole day.
There are not many opportunities to meet each other, and if we have to sleep for a whole day after meeting, that would be really terrible.
The Soul-Catching Bell was passed down from Simu's master. It is a first-rate magical weapon. It is basically useless for Simu to just shake it lightly without profound magical powers.
But today it seems to have failed.
No matter how Simu shook his eyes, little Russell just wouldn't fall asleep. He kept looking at him with bright eyes, not feeling sleepy at all.
Simu even suspected that the bell in his hand was broken, if it weren't for the zombies behind him dancing continuously and the little wolf cub practicing Tai Chi.
He really thought the Soul Bell was broken.
Damn it!
Uncle Jiu coughed dryly, "Actually, I don't know how to explain this matter. It's just that little Russell cultivated very fast, and he became a sixth-level human teacher!"
"How many?"
Simu couldn't believe his ears. You know, he had been practicing Taoism for nearly 20 years and was only at the ninth level of human master, and the level of earth master was still a long way off.
An eight-year-old kid has already reached the sixth level of being a teacher.
Simu suddenly felt like he had lived his life as a dog.
"Woof!"
The wolf cub was so tired from practicing Tai Chi that he felt dizzy and fell to the ground, unable to stand steadily. His two hind legs kept twitching.
"I remember that little Russell has been a monk for less than a month."
Simu was a little surprised. It had been less than a month since they last met!
"Yes, only 15 days."
Simu couldn't help but look up at the sky. Why was there a jealous guy always circling around him