Seeing that his uncle only suppressed Xiaoyu and did not hurt her life, Qiu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, Xiaoyu is a good ghost.
The most important thing is that he and Xiaoyu truly love each other.
But what did his uncle ask him to see?
Uncle Jiu, who was beaten all over by his apprentice, snorted coldly: "You obsessed bastard, open your eyes and look at this female ghost!"
It's true that the apprentice doesn't make progress, and the master just keeps worrying.
Fortunately, these past few days, he felt that it was his ancestor who blessed him and allowed his insignificant Qiu to grow. Now that he saw it, it was completely because he, Lin Fengjiao, was overthinking it.
Qiu Sheng had studied Taoism with him for so many years, but he couldn't spot the female ghost. He was so fascinated that he was fascinated by it. Looking at it this way, Qiu Sheng was not as good as a literary talent!
"Fortunately, my junior brother also followed me and didn't let this female ghost escape. Let Qiusheng, a brat like him, see the true face of the female ghost, otherwise he should not have any thoughts!"
Uncle Jiu was thinking and looking at Qiu Sheng.
"Ahhh!"
"do not look!"
"don't want!"
The female ghost covered her face and curled up into a ball.
"Xiaoyu, don't be afraid. As long as I'm here, I won't let others hurt you..." Before he could finish his words, Qiu Sheng suddenly took a breath.
"Hiss~"
"Xiaoyu, you..."
"you..."
"Why are you doing this...this..."
Although Dong Xiaoyu tried his best to cover half of his face with his hands, Qiu Sheng still saw the rotten flesh on half of the female ghost's face through his fingers.
Is this Xiaoyu?
As his uncle said, he often walked by the river in Qiu Sheng, and he was obsessed with ghosts and his shoes got wet?
Seeing Qiu Sheng stunned, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but nodded slightly.
The boy is quite teachable.
After today, even if Qiu Sheng's heart towards the Tao is not as firm as Lin Fengjiao's when he was young, he should still be no worse than Junior Disciple Four's disciples, right?
"Uncle Master, can you let Xiaoyu go?"
After a while, Qiu Sheng's voice sounded.
Regardless of whether Xiaoyu is a human or a ghost, after all, we had a happy relationship with him. If he refuses to save him, draws his gun and refuses to recognize anyone, and shouts to Xiaoyu like the master did, then what is the difference between Qiusheng and the extremely wretched Awei?
?
Qiu Sheng felt that what his uncle said was very true. Those who don't understand how to show mercy to others will suffer retribution.
Seeing that Qiu Sheng still had feelings for the female ghost, Uncle Jiu's hands were trembling with hatred and his tooth ached with hatred.
My heart aches even more!
Qiu Sheng did not dare to look at Uncle Jiu, lowered his head and said: "Master, I think Xiaoyu is a good ghost, she really likes me."
"Uncle Master, please let her go."
"Qiu Sheng~" Dong Xiaoyu looked at her lover with spring in her eyes, full of joy.
Jingzhou was stunned for a moment, then said: "Did you know that the female ghost has sucked your yang energy? If we hang out with each other two more times, you will die of ejaculation!"
I didn’t realize it, but Qiu Sheng is still an infatuated person!
After seeing Dong Xiaoyu's true face, he was still able to deal with it calmly and calmly. He touched the female ghost's face with one hand and said just one word, surrender!
"People and ghosts have different paths. When ghosts die, they must go down!"
Uncle Jiu was furious and wanted to give Qiu Sheng a thunderbolt in his palm.
The first commandment of Maoshan is to fight against good and evil for life.
Qiu Sheng said angrily: "Uncle Master also raised a ghost? Why can't ghosts be in the human world?"
Uncle Jiu sneered: "You still want to raise ghosts?"
Qiu Sheng whispered: "It's not impossible."
He is familiar with raising ghosts.
Take three sticks of incense and two pieces of paper and bow to the jar and the spiritual tablet in the morning and evening.
There will be a day when he and Wencai don't do this job.
Uncle Jiu directly hit Qiu Sheng on the head with the money sword and said angrily: "If you want to die, just raise him!"
Jing Zhou said: "Yes, when people enter the Yang house, ghosts enter the Yin house. Humans and ghosts have different paths. Moreover, ghosts belong to Yin and are ominous things. Long-term contact with people will definitely bring bad luck and disasters to people, even if they do not have sex.
, if humans and ghosts stay together for a long time, the human body will definitely die prematurely.”
"Staying with the ghosts all day long. With your cultivation, if you can survive for several years without having to serve the Grandmaster, it is already the Grandmaster's blessing."
This is not because Jingzhou is trying to scare Qiu Sheng, using Maoshan Ming's small success to deceive people and ghosts. He raised two ghosts and both were caught up in misfortunes and their lives were reduced. What's more, he is not good at Taoism.
The autumn life of the heart?
It is unlucky for a living person to see ghosts, which will lower his luck, let alone contact with ghosts.
If Qiu Sheng hadn't practiced martial arts for many years and had strong blood, an ordinary person would have died if he had spent the night with Dong Xiaoyu.
"Not all ghosts deserve to die, I think Xiaoyu is a good ghost, she really likes me." Qiu Sheng was confused, still ignoring Uncle Jiu's livid face, and muttered: "Aren't there a lot of ghosts in Yizhuang?
"
There are so many ghosts in Yizhuang!
Under the memorial tablet of the ancestor, many ghosts are enshrined.
Anyway, Qiu Sheng couldn't do anything like drawing a gun ruthlessly!
A real man must be consistent in bed and out of bed!
Jingzhou was speechless and admired.
Qiusheng, you are indeed a man!
"Yes, this female ghost likes you and your yang energy." Uncle Jiu laughed angrily.
Lin Fengjiao, it's hard to believe that he did too many bad things in his previous life to accept such a disciple?
Jingzhou had seen Uncle Jiu's kind smile and he had never been angry with Lin Fengjiao. Anger could kill people or beat them to death.
Do you really think Uncle Jiu has a good temper?
A good temper is for people!
What's more, there are two talented people in Yizhuang, Qiu Sheng. These two people are very poisonous. Even the ancestors they worship are afraid of these two disciples. Even Shi Jian, the first person in the magic to exorcise ghosts, the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King, is attracted by these two humble nephews.
Killed by indirection.
God knows what trouble will happen next if the female ghost is released.
Of course, you can only think about this, and you can't say it in front of Uncle Jiu who is extremely protective of the calf.
Although Uncle Jiu was petty and obsessed with saving face, his determination to conquer demons was extremely firm.
Finally, with Jing Zhou's intervention, Uncle Jiu opened a passage to the underworld and sent a generation of romantic female ghost Dong Xiaoyu to be reincarnated.
Everyone is happy except Qiu Sheng.
Uncle Jiu snorted coldly at the dissatisfied Qiu Sheng, held the copper coin sword behind his back, and strode away.
Wind is born every step of the way.
Full of masterly style!
I can't walk quickly. My waist still hurts. I need to find a place where no one is around and rub it quickly.
Damn it, this little kid Qiusheng is so ruthless.
Even though Lin Fengjiao has been practicing Taoism for many years, she still feels that her waist is about to break.
When Jingzhou saw this, he didn't criticize it. He suppressed his smile and calmed down, and realized carefully that the world in this area had less constraints on him.
Cultivation has recovered slightly.
Sure enough, whether it is exorcising ghosts or eliminating demons, anything that is beneficial to heaven and earth will have its merits.
Although the merits obtained by sending Dong Xiaoyu to reincarnation were not as much as those obtained by removing the black zombies of Mr. Ren, he still benefited a lot. Jing Zhou felt that there seemed to be spiritual energy gathering from all directions.
This is the Age of Ending Dharma, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is extremely scarce. Even Maoshan disciples with extraordinary talents have to go to the Cave Heaven Blessed Land to meditate if they want to feel the spiritual energy like this.
"Merit is indeed a good thing, with endless uses." Jingzhou sighed secretly. At this time, he could vaguely guess the purpose of Wumingyu bringing him to this world.
Merit!
It took many lives to realize the wonderful effects of merit. It is no wonder that during the time of the Three Emperors in ancient times, the great saints did not hesitate to go out in person to help their disciples plan merit.
"Don't look at it. There is always a chance of survival after reincarnation. Maybe the female ghost of the Dong family will turn into a human and come to find you in the next life." Jing Zhou glanced at Qiu Sheng, who looked guilty and had a complicated expression.
"Does Uncle Master really have a next life?" Qiu Sheng asked casually, rubbed his waist, and shivered.
"Don't you know that your master is a bank executive and the people below him have pockets? Money can make all the difference. It will make you feel comfortable flattering your master. It will not be difficult for you to see your ghost girl again in the next life."
Jing Zhou called Qiu Sheng back and said: "It's not cold today, but you are still shivering. It seems that you were sucked out by the female ghost. If my senior brother and I weren't following you, you wouldn't have walked back tonight."
Yizhuang, we have to crawl back."
Qiu Sheng looked forward first, and when he saw Uncle Jiu's figure disappearing from his sight, he looked indifferent, recalling the wonderful joy before, and said with a smile: "People don't spend their youth in a romantic way, like the master, they will spend their whole life touching each other."
If you don’t have a woman, you don’t have to learn this way.”
Jingzhou said: "You are so blessed that you don't know how blessed you are. You have to step on a lot of shit to be able to become a disciple of Senior Brother. In the next few years, I don't know how many people want to be a disciple of Maoshan. Find someone who has
Masters of Taoism, learn some true Taoist methods."
In the Age of Dharma Ending, let alone finding a Taoist disciple who has good moral practice, even if you find a fake Taoist priest who can only draw ghost charms to become a disciple, you still have to find out your background. Even if you want to eat a bowl of vegetarian food and serve Amitabha Buddha with all your heart, you have to be able to read and digit in order to learn extraordinary things.
, in such quiet and inactive places, how can they accept people who are ignorant and do nothing?
Qiu Sheng curled his lips, wishing he could learn some Taoism.
If you have time, you might as well go to a place where you drink foreign tea and look at the new women's clothes.
I don’t know who came up with this new style of women’s clothing, but it makes something that can’t be grasped look so big!
The two slowly returned to Yizhuang.
Mainly because Qiu Sheng had been hanging out with female ghosts too much and his legs were weak.
The next day.
Jingzhou bid farewell to Uncle Jiu and went to the residence where Si Mu was.
Calculating the time, the royal zombies escorted by Taoist Master Qianhe should have reached Simu.
As soon as he left, Uncle Jiu received a letter.
Wencai saw Uncle Jiu's face getting darker and darker as he looked at it, and asked: "Master, whose family is troubled by another death?"
"Damn it, you big-headed devil, hurry up and get the things I usually use from the backyard!" Uncle Jiu rewarded Wencai with a stir-fried chestnut.
"It's been such a troubled time. None of these bastard disciples can make me worry." After scolding, Uncle Jiu did not move slowly. After a while, he changed into the outfit he used to exorcise ghosts, and by the way, he picked up the shoes under the bed.
Pour out a few pieces of ocean.
As if he felt it was not enough, Uncle Jiu put his right foot on the ground, flew up to the roof beam, took two more oceans from a copper box on the beam and put them in his arms.
The letter was written by Xiaohai from Shijia Town. For some reason, Fei Bao turned into a fool overnight.
Combined with what Junior Brother had said before, it was not difficult for Uncle Jiu to think that the registered apprentice he had accepted in the early years might have been plotted against him and lost his soul.
"Master Shi has always been interested in Fei Bao's fiancée. He and Fei Bao have had several quarrels. I'm afraid that Fei Bao's appearance is the result of Master Shi. I don't know where Master Shi found this heretical person.
Use this as a means."
Uncle Jiu thought to himself that Wen Cai had already come from the backyard carrying a baggage.
Wencai handed the baggage to Uncle Jiu and said, "Master, where are you going?"
Uncle Jiu said angrily: "Where are we going? Of course we are going to catch ghosts!"
"Can you take me with you?" Wen Cai asked weakly.
"Who will take you to see Yizhuang? Who will take care of the ghosts of Yizhuang?" Uncle Jiu took out two pieces of gold from his arms in pain, gave one to Wen Cai, and said: "Save it for me, stinky boy, Master."
That’s all I have. I don’t know how long it will take to come back after this trip. Oh, by the way, there is no rice in the kitchen. You can go to the town to buy some rice later.”
Wencai grabbed Dayang and nodded vigorously, not wanting to listen to what the master said next.
With this ocean, the world of finding a wife can be shortened by two years!
Qiu Sheng has already had an affair with Gui Feng, but despite his literary talents, he is still a childish person.
You can't wait to get a wife.
The days are getting more and more promising!
No, what kind of wife should I choose? Tingting is so good.
How did Uncle Master say that?
I have a bad stomach and can only eat soft rice.
Shijiazhen
Shifu
After listening to what his subordinates said, Mr. Shi put the old duck soup in his hand on the table, his cross-cock eyes narrowed to the size of peas, he put his right foot on the chair and said with a sly smile: "Fei Bao, this damn fat guy doesn't want to be fooled."
Even if you shine your urine on yourself, a pig dares to compete with me for Xiaozhu. Do you really think that you are Boss Zhu’s son-in-law? I and Xiaozhu just held hands and held hands, and this damn fat guy wouldn’t let you.”
"You dare to meddle in my own business, damn me!"
"We can't let this damn fat man die easily. I'm going to torture him slowly! Master, you are so skillful!"
Mr. Gu, who was sitting nearby, had a glint in his eyes and said: "The fat man was treated by me with secret techniques, and his body was already filled with the soul of a pig. He was so confused. After a few days, the fat man was even more seriously affected by the soul. In one word,
A line is no different than a pig."
Mr. Shi laughed loudly and shouted to the servants beside him: "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Why don't you hurry up and feed this fat pig shit!"
"Wait a minute, you go to the latrine and poop first. Not only will I feed this fat pig poop, but it will also be hot!"
Mr. Gu glanced at Mr. Shi, which was interesting.
This guy is so bad and wretched!
After all the servants went to the latrine, Mr. Shi sat down and turned his head towards Mr. Gu, "Master, and that brat who injured me before. Fat Bao turned into a pig. I don't believe he doesn't care!"
"I also want him to turn into a pig and eat shit!"
Mr. Gu nodded and said: "As long as that kid dares to show up, even if he has three heads and six arms, he still has to be obedient!"
He is proficient in Nanyang Gu magic and evil arts. Isn't it easy to deal with a martial artist?
...
After two days of walking, two wooden houses appeared in front of Jing Zhou.
There was still a long way to go before a burst of roaring sound came from his ears:
"You brat, how dare you run away! I asked you to guard the house. Why are you running into that bald donkey's house and mopping the floor for that bald donkey? That's not right!"
"Okay, you kid turns out to be a covet of the beauty of the bald donkey disciple, and you are so obsessed with it, how dare you run away!"
Jingzhou shook his head. Simu and Yixiu were enemies who had no idea what their relationship was in their previous life.
Jia Le had just enjoyed a meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots in front of the dead bald donkey, and his eyes felt much more relaxed. Before he could exchange a few words with Monk Yixiu, he suddenly saw a figure out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey, junior brother!"
"Junior brother didn't see it just now?"
"Well, junior brother must not have seen it!"
Simu threw away the bamboo stick in his hand, quickly straightened his clothes, and instantly transformed into a virtuous man.
His four-eyed disciple is not like the two unlucky nephews that Lin Fengjiao accepted.