"Look carefully, I'm about to start."
Uncle Jiu ate the soil he brought. Just when he was about to show Russell what the "Duren Jing" was, he found that Russell's mouth was bulging and he could not utter a word. He could only nod his head desperately.
This made Uncle Jiu so happy that he almost swallowed the soil in his mouth. Fortunately, he used his tongue to push it away and prevented him from swallowing it.
If you swallow it, it will be a lot of fun.
I couldn't leave the toilet for at least three or four days.
Russell looked at Uncle Jiu's embarrassed look, and cried out in his heart that something was wrong. He quickly took out the "Duren Jing" and placed it in front of him to block it, pretending that he saw nothing.
Uncle Jiu took a quick glance and saw that Russell was reading a book seriously. He heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that his embarrassing behavior just now should not have been discovered.
He coughed dryly and began his performance, and also reminded Russell, "Every word I say is in accordance with the above, remember it clearly."
Russell nodded, his cheeks moving as he digested the food in his mouth bit by bit.
Uncle Jiu took a step forward and began to talk to those figures. Perhaps because they had eaten Uncle Jiu's rice dumplings, those figures were particularly easy to talk to, and the conversation between the two sides went particularly smoothly.
But Russell had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
He opened the "Duren Jing" and read it word by word. Comparing it with what Uncle Jiu said, Russell suddenly realized that the "Duren Jing" was not a spell at all.
It’s the Xinhua Dictionary!
To be precise, it is a ghost language dictionary.
Uncle Jiu was speaking an authentic dialect and chatting with the ghost messenger. He first introduced himself and said, "I'm from Maoshan." The man on the other side immediately stood up in awe.
Even if they don’t know each other, they can chat enthusiastically and call each other brothers.
As for whether he can understand Uncle Jiu’s dialect or not, only God knows.
For the first time, Russell felt what nonsense meant. He kept flipping through the Sutra of Salvation in his hand and slowly guessed its meaning.
He looked at his left hand, where there was a talisman that Uncle Jiu had just drawn. He couldn't understand it before, but after comparing it like this, Russell finally understood what it meant.
"Don't take food from children!"
What a simple spell!
Russell sighed from the bottom of his heart, no wonder he couldn't understand the words on the Sutra of Deliverance, it turned out that this thing was really a ghost talk talisman.
On the other side, Uncle Jiu had finished chatting with the ghost officials, and they were also happy to chat with him.
After all, when they went out to catch ghosts, those people couldn't understand what they said, which made them extremely depressed.
As for the ghosts chatting with each other
Come on, the underworld is so small, how big can there be any new things
Only when they meet someone like Uncle Jiu can these ghost officials eat some tributes and have someone to chat with.
"Master Lin!"
Old Lady Liu standing by looked at Uncle Jiu, who was chatting and laughing with the ghost catcher, with some awe in her eyes and a hesitant look on her face.
Uncle Jiu was stunned. What happened
"Aunt Liu, is there anything else?"
At this point, he had already guessed it almost exactly, and it was probably related to her grandson.
Old Lady Liu hesitated for a moment. She knew that she was already a ghost and the ghost messenger was about to leave. It would be a bit too much to make another request.
But when she thought about her grandson, whom she had only seen once and had waited for nearly ten months, she couldn't help but reveal a pleading look.
"Russell!"
Before Old Lady Liu could speak, Uncle Jiu shouted.
Russell turned over nimbly, jumped off the chair, and ran outside with his short legs.
Um
Uncle Jiu was stunned. He was tortured by Qiu Sheng's dull literary talent and was unable to react for a moment. Then he nodded with satisfaction. He finally had a smart apprentice who understood without him having to say anything.
He smiled, turned around and started chatting with the ghost again. The incense stick on the side was half burned, so there was still enough time. The ghost also gave face to Uncle Jiu and did not rush him.
This face, of course, is the money in Uncle Jiu's hand!
Old Mrs. Liu showed a look of joy and hurriedly wanted to thank Uncle Jiu, but was held back by Uncle Jiu. She would not accept the old man's courtesy.
The ghost messenger standing by didn't care at all and was still eating rice dumplings leisurely. People who do this job see the most pain of separation between life and death, and the regret of wanting to take care of their parents but they are no longer there.
If everyone showed mercy, then they would not have to do this job and the whole world would be in chaos.
Who doesn’t have relatives
Who doesn’t want their loved ones to stay a little longer
There was a sound of hurried footsteps. It was Russell who came in with Old Lady Liu's son.
The man was holding a baby in his arms. He lowered his head and covered the child's eyes with his hands as Russell instructed. He followed Russell closely and did not dare to look around.
Ghost messenger!
Even those who practice Taoism need to show some respect, not to mention ordinary people like them who don't even have the ability to look directly at it.
"Mother!"
Looking at the figure of Old Lady Liu, the man couldn't help but shed tears again. This time, it was really a farewell between life and death!
"Mother, this is A Cui's child. Look, how beautiful and handsome he is!"
Russell took a glance and thought he was not handsome at all, his hair had not even grown out yet, his skin was wrinkled and he looked extremely ugly.
But Old Lady Liu didn't think so. She was so happy that she reached out to take it, but ended up hitting nothing.
She was stunned.
Her son was also stunned.
Uncle Jiu shook his head slightly, waved his left and right hands, and a stream of magic power hit Old Lady Liu directly, making the illusory figure of Old Lady Liu become somewhat solid.
Old Mrs. Liu's body was shaking a little. She stretched out her hand tremblingly and actually touched her grandson.
At this moment, she breathed a long sigh of relief, touched her grandson with a smile, and whispered to her son.
Her son kept nodding.
The incense on the table burned lower and lower, and the ghost officials slowly stood up. They could no longer chat and had to hurry on their way.
Old Mrs. Liu walked away reluctantly, looked back again, and then followed the ghost officials.
She is already a dead person, an old ghost. She cannot always trouble Uncle Jiu. Her children and grandchildren have their own blessings. She has no regrets.
Old man! I came to see you.
Uncle Jiu watched the ghost and Old Lady Liu leave, then reached out and took the spirit tablet on the table nearby.
"The spirit tablet of Jia Liu family!"
He wiped it with his hand and handed it to Old Lady Liu's son, "Please burn more incense and paper money on weekdays. Aunt Liu can see it over there."
"Thank you, Taoist Priest!"
The man nodded fiercely, and held the child forward, pleading, "Master, this child was born unlucky. I hope you can give him a name to bring good luck."
Uncle Jiu pondered, he had seen such things many times, but all the good names had been chosen, so what should he choose
He thought about it again and again and came up with a satisfactory name.
"How about calling me Liu Mang?"
The man's eyes lit up and he gave a thumbs up, "Master, you are so elegant!"
Uncle Jiu was a little proud. He thought it must be correct to find the name from the Book of Songs.
“Puff!”
Russell on the side was immediately amused. A hooligan
My second brother is called Caidao and my third brother is called Robbery!
"Master, I have a good name." Russell chuckled, "Why not call me Liu Dahai and my nickname Gousheng?"
"Man is like the sea, with the world in his heart." The man murmured to himself, "A cheap name is easy to live with, Gousheng, Gousheng, what a good name, what a good name!"
Uncle Jiu on the side was dumbfounded. There must be something wrong with the brain circuit of Old Lady Liu's son. The name he carefully chose was not as good as the one his little apprentice casually said
I'm losing my mind!