“Wow!”
A white light flashed, and Gao Shan felt a chill on his butt. It turned out that the belt on the back of his pants was gone, and his pants fell directly to his feet.
He knew clearly that the little boy was teasing him, but he dared not say anything and continued to run with his trousers held up by his hands.
By this time he had already run eight miles and was out of breath. His Qinggong skills had long since failed to allow him to fly, so he could only run as fast as he could.
Liushui at the side was not much better. He was breathing heavily and sweat was pouring down his face. He had become a real flowing water.
The two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly. The paper people behind them were chasing them relentlessly but not killing them. It was obvious that they were playing tricks on them.
Gao Shan and Liu Shui knew in their hearts that they had just caught the little puppy. The young Taoist priest had scolded the puppy a few words, and the little kid probably remembered it.
The little kid is small in stature and has a small mind!
“Wow!”
There was another whistling sound of the knife, and this time it chopped down a tree as thick as a bowl on the roadside. The tree, which had grown for who knows how many years, was instantly split into two, fell to the side, and slept peacefully.
Finally, it doesn't have to stand anymore.
Gao Shan Liu Shui looked desperate. They had just tried to resist, but their sonic attacks pierced through one or two paper men, and in an instant, more than a dozen paper men rushed up.
If it weren't for the support from Changqin behind them, the two of them would have been separated from their heads and lying on the ground with their heads facing the sky.
Perhaps they had had enough fun, the paper figures behind them reached into their crotches and pulled out a paper horse, which swelled up in the wind.
This frightened Gao Shan Liu Shui so much that he lost six of his seven souls. He was in a trance, and his left foot tripped over his right foot, and the two of them rolled on the ground like a ball.
They didn't know how far they rolled. The two men were dizzy and felt like there was an endless ocean in front of them, which made them want to vomit even more.
"Boom! Boom!"
The sound of horse hooves made the ground rumble. Hundreds of paper figures raised their long swords at the same time. The blades flashed cold light, making the two men's faces pale.
"stop!"
A loud shout was heard, and to the shock of Gao Shan Liu Shui, these paper figures actually stopped wielding their swords and stood in neat rows.
A man in a bright yellow Taoist robe came running towards them. When he got closer, Gao Shan and Liu Shui were dumbfounded.
This person is their target tonight, the walking 3,000 dollars.
Uncle Nine!
There was some sweat on Uncle Jiu's forehead and he was breathing slightly from his mouth, obviously having experienced intense exercise.
He had rushed back from a village 30 miles away. As it was getting late, he planned to spend the night there and return the next day.
But when Uncle Jiu calculated with his fingers, he found out that his young disciple was going to commit murder and destroy the Taoist pure energy. He was so scared that he ran thirty miles overnight and rushed back to Renjia Town.
The killing is tainted with cause and effect, and it will be difficult for the young disciple to become a Yin God. Uncle Jiu will never allow this to happen.
This disaster will be borne by yourself!
When he saw the paper man standing still, he immediately felt relieved. Fortunately, he caught up, he caught up!
Liu Shui's eyes rolled around, and he immediately pretended to be scared, "Master, Master, help me! This evil ghost is coming to take my life!"
Gao Shan was stunned. The killer asked for help from the person they wanted to kill
Soon, he came to his senses. As long as the two of them didn't say anything, how could Uncle Jiu know that they were the murderers
He blinked his eyes suddenly, recalling his miserable first half of life, but there was not a single tear in his eyes.
He blinked again, thinking of how he had practiced for many years, but was chased and beaten by a little kid of seven or eight years old. He couldn't help but feel sad, with tears in his eyes.
"Master, we are good people!"
"Good man?"
Uncle Jiu's expression changed a little. He believed what they said and bent down to help the two men up. Both of them lowered their heads with joy in their eyes.
The next moment, they felt a hand falling on their heads.
“Boom!”
A muffled groan was heard, and the two people's heads collided heavily. They rolled their eyes and fainted on the ground.
Uncle Jiu snorted, "Compared to you, I still trust my little apprentice more."
He didn't believe that his little apprentice would kill people wantonly!
Uncle Jiu looked at the faces of the two people carefully again. They could not distinguish between good and evil. They did both good and bad things. They did fewer bad things, mostly due to karma, and more good things, mostly small kindnesses.
Killing good people will bring you karma.
Killing evil people will bring you merit.
Such people can be neither good nor bad. Killing them will only taint the body with the smell of blood, which is not conducive to spiritual practice.
Especially now, little Russell's mind is not fully developed, and his body is full of pure energy. He must not attract too much killing and get covered in blood, which is not conducive to Taoist practice.
With a sharp weapon in hand, one will naturally have murderous intent. Once he breaks his vow, especially when Russell's mind is not fully developed now, it will definitely be a disaster.
Uncle Jiu shook his head and finally decided to spare their lives, but the final judgment would still be left to the government.
He stretched out his hand and said to the neatly arranged paper figures, "Come! Come! Come!"
The paper figures fell down piece by piece and turned into paper talismans that fell into Uncle Jiu's palm.
As if he had thought of something, Uncle Jiu spoke again.
"Leave two paper men and a paper horse!"
The two men and the horse stood still in an instant, and the others all turned into paper talismans. Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sigh for a moment. His little disciple's paper figurine technique has been refined to perfection. It is no worse than talismans, and some are even far better.
It seems that little Russell was destined to be a paper man repairman.
Uncle Jiu was getting more and more delighted. Not all Maoshan Taoists practiced talismans. His great uncle mainly practiced talismans and cultivated weapons as a supplement. The eldest brother of Maoshan mainly practiced thunder magic, and he also mainly practiced talismans. His junior brother Simu mainly practiced corpses.
As long as you find the right path to practice, your practice speed will improve by leaps and bounds.
Uncle Jiu climbed onto the horse and suddenly felt a little sore. He had just traveled thirty miles overnight. Even though he practiced martial arts regularly and had magical powers, he still felt a little weak in his legs.
"drive!"
The paper horse instantly started galloping forward, and behind it, two paper figures, looking at the mountains and rivers on the ground, carried one on their shoulders and walked after Uncle Jiu in front of them.
The next day.
On the main street of Renjia Town.
Russell walked in front, flipping through a book in his hand, while Wencai Qiu Sheng followed behind, pushing a cart, his mouth almost crooked with smiles.
They had just sent the two killers to the government office, but unexpectedly they came across a reward notice posted by the government office.
This is like sitting at home and having money fall from the sky.
The two killers were exchanged for 500 dollars.
Wencai and Qiu Sheng now have enough money to marry wives. How can they not be overjoyed
Now they look left and right and feel that everyone on the street looks like that idiot, no, two hundred and fifty dollars.
"What a crappy martial arts manual, it's all words, no pictures. Even if you practice it to perfection, you're still not as powerful as these two paper figures."
"Junior brother is right!"
Wencai and Qiu Sheng said in unison.
Russell shook his head and turned to look at the Drama Ghost on the side, "Do you need it?"
Xigui shook his head and Russell curled his lips. This martial arts secret book was totally useless. He just threw it away. It was a useless thing.
On the street, a little beggar's eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly stuffed the book on the ground into his arms, pulled his younger brother beside him and ran away.
Although the younger brother couldn't see, he also ran after his older brother.
The little beggar touched his chest. Although he didn't know what it was, he knew it was a book. A book could at least be exchanged for several steamed buns.