Yimaizhenhuo is a simplified version of Samadhizhenhuo. Samadhizhenhuo is the top skill of the Taoist sect, and Uncle Jiu had no chance to learn it.
This fire is the highest and most yang fire in the world, the most effective in dealing with ghosts and monsters, not to mention the blessing of the blue talisman, which makes it even more powerful.
Xiaorong, who was burned by the real fire, screamed and fell to the ground, rolling around. Unfortunately, the flames were still burning brightly.
"cousin!"
When Wen Cai saw this scene, he immediately got up from the ground and knocked Uncle Jiu away. Uncle Jiu didn't pay attention and stumbled twice and fell to the ground.
Without the blessing of the talisman, the flames on Xiao Rong's body were quickly extinguished by Feng Yi.
Seeing that half of the talisman was burned, Uncle Jiu looked at Wen Cai standing in front of him with an ugly face and said, "How dare you push Master!"
"Master, don't burn my cousin again. If you burn me again, I will do it..." Wencai pretended to be fierce, but he couldn't help but retreat under Uncle Jiu's pressure.
"You still want to hit Master! Let me see if you have the courage." Uncle Jiu didn't believe it at all and was ready to continue burning him with fire.
Wencai couldn't help but back away and said: "Master, you, don't come here again, come again, come again..."
"So what if we come again!"
Uncle Jiu pushed Wencai's shoulder hard, trying to push him away, but Wencai gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, clenched his fist and hit Uncle Jiu hard on the abdomen.
Plop!
Uncle Jiu's body flew out and he knelt directly on the ground. The talisman in his hand fell into the water and went out. He covered his stomach in pain and puffed up his cheeks. He pointed at Wencai with his finger, but he was so painful that he couldn't say a word.
"Teacher, master...you are indiscriminate and have no compassion...how can you be someone else's master?" Wencai said with an aggrieved look like a little daughter-in-law.
Feng Yi secretly gave a thumbs up to the talented man, no wonder you are more attractive to girls than Qiusheng. You are really capable and you speak nicely. Which girl would not be moved by you.
Especially how you can do so well after Xiao Rong has put all his thoughts on you...
service, capitalized service.
I, Feng Yi, am not as good as you!
"Okay, this is what you said."
Uncle Jiu regained his strength and stood up, holding his stomach and saying, "I don't have a disciple like you! Feng Yi, Qiu Sheng, let's go and leave this sad place."
"Master, are you sad or are you hurting your kidneys?" Qiu Sheng asked, holding Uncle Jiu's arm, touching his chest, and then his kidneys.
"Sad! Let's go." Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes angrily, held his stomach and prepared to walk out.
"Master, this is Yizhuang..." Feng Yi coughed lightly and reminded.
"Um?"
Uncle Jiu immediately froze on the spot, then stood up, put his hands behind his back and paced: "Wencai, from today on, I am no longer your teacher."
Father, please take her away."
"Master..." Wencai hummed aggrievedly.
"Then I will continue to burn her!" Uncle Jiu glared.
"Okay, I'm leaving, let's go." Wencai took Xiaorong's hand and left Yizhuang dejectedly.
As soon as Wen Cai left, the atmosphere suddenly cooled down. Uncle Jiu walked up to Feng Yi and Qiu Sheng with his hands behind his back and looked at them expressionlessly, making the two of them feel uncomfortable.
"Wencai beat his master because of a female ghost, and you are also an accomplice!"
Feng Yi scratched his face. With Uncle Jiu's temperament, it is normal to lose his temper. Taoist Master Si Mu is here, Master Yixiu is here, Jia Le and Jing Jing are stealing the kui. How can he not be angry after losing such a big person?
Being angry means that things can be undone, but not talking means that something really happened!
Besides, my aunt is still in Yizhuang, and Uncle Jiu didn’t let Wen Cai take him away, which shows that there is a lot of room for maneuver in the matter.
In this case, let Uncle Jiu vent his anger.
Be angry...
Seeing the two of them remaining silent, Uncle Jiu felt much better and said loudly: "I'm telling you two, in this life you will be someone's apprentice, never a master..."
"Why, Master?" Qiu Sheng asked, leaning his head.
“You don’t even know this?
Didn’t you see that you have worked so hard to teach your disciples, but instead turn around and hit the master? Is there such a disciple?" Uncle Jiu said angrily.
"Master, it's raining so heavily, senior brother Wencai must be soaked in the rain outside..." Feng persuaded in a low voice.
"It's a good shower, so you should shower him for a while longer! Let him sober up." Uncle Jiu immediately scolded him.
Qiu Sheng nodded when he heard this, and said angrily: "Master is right, the literary talent is too much, how can you beat the master! Isn't that right, junior brother?"
When Feng saw Qiu Sheng's tone changed, he knew that he had no good intentions, so he nodded cooperatively.
Uncle Jiu nodded aside: "You can say such a thing,
It gives me some comfort for my teacher.
"Yes, yes, I often tell Wen Cai that no matter how hard-hearted, ruthless, face-saving and shady the master is..."
Uncle Jiu sensed that something was wrong, raised his head and snorted softly, Qiu Sheng immediately said with a smile on his face: "You are always our master.
All saints make mistakes, let alone the master?
Those of us who are disciples must constantly remind the master when he is wrong. If he still doesn’t listen, we have to take action..."
Snapped!
Uncle Jiu slapped Qiu Sheng on the head and shouted: "You said it was wrong to be a teacher?"
"right!"
"What if this happened to you?"
"It's true..."
Snapped!
Uncle Jiu slapped Qiu Sheng on the head again.
Feng Yi twitched the corner of his mouth. Qiu Sheng was so bold and dared to say...
But what he said was right. In the original plot, when Uncle Jiu wanted to kill Xiaoyu, he did hit Uncle Jiu.
Uncle Jiu is so miserable... Each of his apprentices got together with the female ghost, and they all wanted to beat him...
"What about you, Feng Yi, do you think you made a mistake as a teacher?" Uncle Jiu stood in front of Feng Yi and said with a black voice.
"Master, haven't you noticed that Uncle Simu helped you at the beginning, but later he..." Feng reminded in a low voice.
Uncle Jiu was stunned when he heard this. He glanced at Taoist Simu who had been standing on the steps to take shelter from the rain at some point, and twitched his eyebrows.
He was so angry just now that he took action in anger, but he really didn't notice when the other party stopped.
Then he glanced at Master Ikkyu, who still showed no expression. His heart sank and he murmured: "Is it really wrong to be a master?"
Feng Yi and Qiu Sheng both nodded.
Uncle Jiu clenched his fist again, and they both closed their eyes at the same time and said, "Master, we have finished talking. If you still want to fight... then let's fight."
After saying this, both of them acted as if they had died heroically and generously.
"Why."
Uncle Jiu shook his head helplessly, turned his head and looked at the sky and said: "Oh my God, if you think I am wrong, then let me thunder!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he paused for a few seconds. Just when Uncle Jiu thought everything was fine, a thunderbolt flashed across the sky, illuminating the expressions of several people.
Uncle Jiu looked shocked, took a step back, and said in an unbelievable tone: "Is it just a coincidence?"
Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck directly at his feet.
