Mao Shanzi missed the opportunity. He walked along the street to the end and found that "Zhu Jiujie" had long since disappeared.
"You are a coward, Zhu Jiujie, you are a coward." Mao Shanzi was furious and yelled and cursed along the way.
After walking around in the square, Mao Shanzi was about to find Taoist Master Maoshan. Suddenly, someone on the side of the street said, "Is the Taoist someone who has practiced kung fu?"
Mao Shanzi followed the sound and saw an old man sitting on the roadside. He had a white beard and white hair. He looked like he was eighty or ninety years old.
"Does the old man call me?"
"Yes, you are the only Taoist priest nearby. If I don't call you, who should I call you?"
"Is there something wrong, old man? I need to find someone."
"The Taoist priest hasn't answered my question yet?"
"What's the problem?"
"I asked just now if the Taoist priest had practiced kung fu, but the Taoist priest didn't answer."
"Well, the old man has good eyesight and has indeed practiced some kung fu in this way."
"Great, my baby has found a buyer."
As he spoke, the old man took out a leather bag from his back.
"Since Taoist Master is a person who has practiced kung fu, he must have dreamed of reaching a higher level. This treasure of mine is not useful to ordinary people, but for people who practice kung fu, it is a very valuable thing."
"What's the use of a skin bag?"
"My skin bag is also called the Qiankun bag. As long as practitioners get into the skin bag, their skills will increase exponentially."
"Really?" Mao Shanzi didn't believe it.
"Of course it's true. I'm quite old. I have no reason to deceive you, right?"
"Old man, how much would your skin cost?"
"Not expensive, not expensive, five hundred yuan."
"five hundred?"
"What, is it expensive?"
"I'm not saying that the skin bag is expensive. On the contrary, I think your bid is a bit low. Just imagine, if the skin bag is as magical as you say, there will be people buying even 5,000 yuan, not to mention 500."
"Really, I... I don't care about money. I give swords to heroes. Since the Taoist master is a martial artist, just let it go. Besides, this thing is worthless to people who don't practice kung fu."
"Okay, I bought it."
Mao Shanzi took out five hundred yuan and handed it to the old man.
The old man laughed: "Taoist Master, we agreed in advance that I will not be responsible for the return or exchange after leaving here. I think you should try it first. If it doesn't work, you can return it."
"All right."
Mao Shanzi got into the skin according to the old man's words.
The old man laughed, wiped his face, and another person appeared. He was actually fat.
"Shou Er, brother Zhu, come out quickly."
Zhu Jiujie and Shou Er rushed out of the roadside shop.
Shou Er looked at the skin, raised his foot and kicked it out.
Mao Shanzi screamed, the skin wrapped around his body like a meat ball, rolled out, hit the wall with a bang, and bounced back again.
Just listen to Mao Shanzi screaming in the skin.
Thin Er laughed loudly: "Smelly old man, I want you to go against me, and I will fight you and fight you."
Mao Shanzi suffered a lot. Thin Er stretched out his legs and kicked, and his skin rolled to the street. Fatty flew to the other side of the street and kicked Thin Er.
This time, Mao Shanzi suffered a lot.
Mao Shanzi had already heard Shou Er's voice and knew he had been deceived. He secretly gritted his teeth and said: "Wait until I get out and see how I deal with you."
Mao Shanzi had a good idea, but when he was completely bruised and released by Shou Er, his whole body was exhausted and his strength was exhausted, so he could not hurt anyone.
"Smelly old man, let's see if you dare to go against me in the future." Shou Er knocked Mao Shanzi on the head.
Mao Shanzi said angrily: "Evil ghosts, what do you want to do? I can't stand it."
As he spoke, Taoist Master Maoshan shook his arms.
Shou Er scolded: "I want to teach you a lesson, who wants you to go against us?"
"Bah, you evil ghosts, the mission of the Maoshan Sect is to eradicate you."
"What about now, have you done it? Your life is not in the palm of my hand yet."
"Huh, that's because you are so cunning and plotting against us."
"If you keep speaking harshly, I'll be beaten."
As he said that, Shou Er slapped Mao Shanzi's face with two palms. Mao Shanzi glared angrily, with fire almost coming out of his eyes. Fatty said: "Brother Zhu, destroy his martial arts."
Zhu Jiujie nodded, took out a silver needle, and tapped it on Mao Shanzi's Dazhui point.
"Ah, you... what trick did you use on me?"
"Taoist priest from Maoshan, Zhu just sealed your martial arts. You will never be able to use Qi again."
"You...you ruined my martial arts?"
"That's true, but as long as you don't act recklessly, your body can still be saved. Otherwise, the consequences will be dire."
Mao Shanzi was furious: "You brat, you..."
When he gets lucky, he feels pain like needles in his spine.
"Ah." Mao Shanzi said with a pained look on his face.
"How about it, just accept it." Zhu Jiujie said: "I warned you, don't take any luck. Alas, if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer losses in front of you."
"Mom, who is the old man? How old are you?"
"You are old and disrespectful, and your years will be in vain."
Mao Shanzi was so angry that his stomach was bulging, but there was nothing he could do.
Zhu Jiujie said to the two ghosts: "Okay, how do you two deal with them?"
Fatty said: "Get them into the square."
"I'll take care of it." With that said, Shou Er lifted Mao Shanzi and turned it into a wisp of smoke.
The fat man laughed: "I'm going to find the old Taoist from Maoshan."
In a blink of an eye, Fatty was gone too.
Early in the morning, a scene appeared in the square: two old men with their heads shaved were tied together back to back, with their clothes hanging in strands.
People doing morning exercises were talking about it.
Someone said: "I wonder which temple these two masters came from. Are they practicing some kind of kung fu?"
Someone said: "I don't think he is a real monk. He doesn't have a ring scar on his forehead."
Someone said: "It's none of our business, everyone, just go ahead and do what you have to do."
At this time, Dean Fu came over.
Dean Fu was walking in the square with his hands behind his back. When he saw a lot of people gathered here, he was curious and squeezed over.
Why do these two look so familiar?
Yes, they are the two Taoist priests of the Maoshan sect. Dean Fu recognized them. The two Taoist priests seemed to be very spiritual people. How could they become like this? Are they really practicing some strange martial arts?
No, no matter how hard you practice, you can't make your hair light up.
Dean Fu felt that something must have happened and quickly called Boss Yu.
Boss Yu was still sleeping. Without raising his eyelids, he reached out and grabbed the phone: "Hey, who is it? If you call me early in the morning, you won't have a butt hole after giving birth."
"It's me, Lao Fu."
"Ah, it's Dean Fu." Boss Yu's eyelids opened: "Dean Fu, what can I do?"
"Are the two Taoist priests you hired performing special tasks?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"They...well, how should I put it, you'd better go to the square and have a look."
"What happened?"
"They became monks."
"The Taoist priest became a monk, which is a strange news in the world."
Boss Yu got up and came to the square, where he saw the crowd of people watching.
"Hey, get out of the way."
Boss Yu squeezed in and saw Erdao being tied to a piece of sports equipment and unable to move. There was a naughty little boy holding a pen in his hand and drawing circles on Erdao's forehead.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Boss Yu pulled the little boy away.
"What are you doing? I haven't finished painting yet."
"What are you painting? It's nonsense."
Boss Yu snorted.
The little boy was brave enough and said: "If there is no dot on the forehead, he is not a real monk. He is a fake and a liar."
Boss Yu was very angry: "Go away, who is the little thing's parent? Take the child away quickly."
A middle-aged woman came over and took the little boy away.
"Two Taoist priests, what happened?"
Boss Yu asked while untying the rope for the two of them.
Erdao shook his head and whined.
Boss Yu quickly took out the cloth balls from their mouths.
"It's suffocating me to death." Mao Shanzi spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm: "Mom, plug my mouth with smelly socks. I can't spare this skinny bamboo pole."
"Is it Shou Er?" Boss Yu asked.
"Not him or who?"
"Both Taoist priests have magical powers, how can they lose to Shou Er?"
Taoist priest Maoshan sighed: "It's not just Fatty, Skinny, and Zhu Jiujie. The three of them diverted our brothers and sisters. We were left alone and were plotted by them."
"Despicable, two Taoist priests, let's go and find Zhu Jiujie to settle the score."
"Don't, don't go. Boss Yu, from my perspective, please bear with me for a while."
"What's wrong, are the two Taoist priests afraid of him?"
"Alas." Maoshan Taoist Master said with a bitter smile: "We have all been tricked by Zhu Jiujie, and now we have lost all our skills. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. Boss Yu, we will go back to the mountain today and ask Master for treatment. You should be careful."
Deal with it."
Boss Yu was shocked.
Mao Shanzi said angrily: "We will come back one day."