In front of the altar, Uncle Jiu lit incense and put it in the furnace, chanted a mantra in his mouth, bit off his fingertips and slid the wooden sword across it, and then drew talismans in the air.
Curls of green smoke floated up, and the mist condensed but never dispersed.
He took the last bit of Dharma ink and threw it into the smoke in the air, then used the Bagua mirror to refract it and guide the moonlight to shine on the mist.
The color of the mist gradually faded, revealing the general outline of Ren's mansion, becoming clearer little by little.
Uncle Jiu raised his sword and stabbed forward, and the silhouette image moved forward. Within ten seconds, a Taoist priest wearing a black robe appeared.
When Uncle Jiu saw this person, he was immediately stunned. Liao Wenjie and others beside him were also stunned.
With red hair, green eyes and a hooked nose, the Taoist priest turned out to be a crooked nut.
"Niao Da can be found in any forest. Master said he was a crooked man, but he turned out to be a crooked man."
Qiu Sheng opened his mouth wide and was shocked. A crooked man could practice Taoism to such an extent, which made him and Wen Cai so embarrassed.
"Brother Taoist, you are polite."
The aquiline nose looked at Uncle Jiu from a distance and gave him a salute from a distance. Both his movements and the accent when he spoke were very standard and there was no fault to be found.
If it weren't for the fact that his face was so abrupt that even Zang couldn't hide it, who would have guessed that he was an outsider.
Anyway, Liao Wenjie didn't guess that if someone had told him a few minutes ago that Wai Dao's identity was that of Wai Guoren, he would have laughed three times and then started to complain on the spot.
There must be a limit to joking. Waiguoren is confused when he buys a piece or two of tofu. He has no idea what it means. It means nothing. Let them read a Taoist book...
Pull it down, I guess it will be difficult to break up the sentences.
Wai Dao's identity is Wai Guoren, which is more reliable than his four eyes. Even if it doesn't work, the Feng Shui master's apprentice will come back to take revenge, which will make him more credible.
A group of people were in a mess in the wind. Uncle Jiu was not much better. He stood in front of the Dharma altar for a while and then frowned and said: "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. Who is your Taoist brother!"
The hook-nosed man chuckled and asked: "Since I came into contact with Chinese culture, I have practiced Taoism for more than 20 years. Why can't I call you Taoist brother?"
"Since you practice Taoism, you should have kind thoughts. However, your conduct is bad and you waste your own interests on others' lives. What qualifications do you have to call me Taoist Brother?"
"Brother Taoist, what you said is wrong. The bustle in the world is all for benefit, and the hustle and bustle in the world is for benefit. This is human nature and nature."
The aquiline nose shook his head and asked again: "If people don't do it for themselves, heaven and earth will destroy them. I follow my nature and my nature. What's wrong with me?"
"If a person doesn't do it for himself, he will be destroyed by heaven and earth. Since you know this sentence, you should cultivate both internally and externally, and never forget the positive and negative virtues. Only cultivating the external without cultivating the internal, acting recklessly without virtue, will eventually end in nothing, and the world will be in vain.
But I can’t tolerate you either.”
Uncle Jiu snorted coldly. He did not deny egoism. No one lives for himself. But those who practice are not only practicing Taoism, but also virtue. They blindly pursue power with a hooked nose. They appear to be self-interested, but in fact they harm others.
self.
"Brother Taoist is really good at joking. It has been more than 20 years, and this world has always tolerated me."
"There is no room for it today."
"Humph, tolerance is not just talk. People with different Taoism will not work together. Brother Taoist, please invite me."
"That's fine."
Uncle Jiu raised his wooden sword and raised his hand to cut off the shadow in front of him: "Since you call me Taoist brother, I will take the first or second test in school today to see what skills you have learned."
boom!!
The fire exploded.
Two red candles on the altar lit up with hot flames. Uncle Jiu swung his sword and swept the two flames forward.
The flames turned into dragons and snakes, moving forward without hesitation, then suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and it was unknown where they went.
At this moment, a strong wind blew up in front of the Dharma altar, suppressing the flames for a moment so that he could not lift his head. Immediately afterwards, the stench of the fishy wind poured down, and two sharp lights were hidden inside, which turned out to be two poisonous snakes with dark green bodies.
The poisonous snake entangled itself in the red candle, its head swallowed the candle, its body tightened, and the two red candles were strangled on the spot.
"You can show your ugliness even though you are a trivial person!"
Uncle Jiu swung his sword to cut off two venomous snakes. The tip of the sword stirred up the flames on the ever-burning lantern, and flew a little higher into the air, throwing away the torrential rain of fire.
A scream came from mid-air, accompanied by an angry shout. Needless to say, it must have been a hook-nosed person.
After all, Chinese people in this era do not recite this sutra when spitting out fragrance, but generally greet each other's relatives in a polite and easy-going manner.
They are mainly female relatives, and most of them are direct relatives.
Uncle Jiu and Ying Goubi were fighting in the air, and they tried their best. Although they didn't meet each other, the fight was extremely fierce and dangerous.
"Brother Jie, how are you doing, master? Can you win?" Qiu Sheng held the cylinder cover in front of him and asked cautiously.
"How should I put it, in my opinion..."
Liao Wenjie couldn't turn his eyes away and made an analogy: "Now it's a battle between the three eyes and the monkey. Your master is the three eyes, and the crooked way opposite is the monkey. Even though the monkey is ever-changing, it is countered by the three eyes every time."
"Hey, these two abilities are almost the same!"
"Idiot, there is someone behind the three eyes, and the monkey is fighting alone, how can it be the same?"
Liao Wenjie said while looking at it: "Go to my room. On the bed are copper coin armors, copper coin whips, copper coin fans, and copper coin swords... Hurry up and get dressed, so I can send you on your way later."
"What?"
"Slip of the tongue, I meant that we will attack the Ren Mansion together later."
Liao Wenjie urged the two of them to act quickly.
Although Hook Nose has been studying Taoism for many years, he has a variety of moves and has obviously not learned the essence of each school. He is not as profound as Jiu Shu. This fight may be over soon.
Just as Liao Wenjie thought, not long after the literary talent Qiu Sheng finished changing his clothes, the hook-nosed man was at his wits' end. The spell he had used before was used again, but it was cracked by Uncle Jiu one after another, which made Liao Wenjie sweat for him.
Liao Wenjie sweated a lot: "Why isn't it dead? This crooked nut blue is quite thick..."
boom!!
Hooked Nose repeated his old trick, causing strong winds to blow out the ever-burning lamp on the altar.
I don’t know what Uncle Jiu did. The bright lights took advantage of the wind. The stronger the wind, the stronger the fire. A small flame actually burned into a fire dragon that was more than ten meters long.
Following the guidance of the wooden sword, the fire dragon roared silently and plunged into the void.
There was a muffled bang and there was no movement on the other side.
"Great, Master wins!" x2
"Shut up, you two have crow-mouthed mouths. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will let Erhei bite you."
Liao Wenjie had a dark face. Originally, Uncle Jiu should have won, but when the two poisonous naughty girls talked about it, there was probably still suspense.
You've already won, why didn't you let me know?
Wen Cai Qiu Sheng muttered in his heart and closed his mouth. In the past, if Er Hei bit him, he would lose a piece of meat at most, but now it can't be done anymore. Er Hei upgraded after his death. If he bites him, he will not only lose meat but also be infected with corpse poison.
Wow!
In front of the altar, dozens of golden lights suddenly appeared, as fast as sharp arrows, and their power was astonishing.
Uncle Jiu did not dare to take on the attack forcefully. He rolled up his yellow Taoist robe to protect himself and used the Yin and Yang Qi diagram on his back to resist and blocked the attack.
He was confused, such a majestic and upright offensive was not like Hook Nose's previous methods.
Picking up the fallen golden light, I suddenly realized that it was a copper coin with the inscription "Money can drive away ghosts, wealth can connect gods", or a copper coin produced by Liao Wenjie.
If the information is correct, it should be that the four money swords stuck in the zombies were recycled and reused by Hook Nose.
After all, he is a wild Taoist priest with a white face. He has no sect inheritance, cannot learn the essence of Taoism, and has to use his magical weapons sparingly.
"I'm so sorry, it's the bully's fault..."
Uncle Jiu murmured, and with a smile on his face he pulled out the basket from under the Dharma altar. The copper coins were shining like gold and almost overflowed.
He recited the Dharma in his mouth silently, treating the other person in his own way. In line with the principle that a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring, he did not grab it with his hands, but picked up the shovel and pushed it forward.
For a time, golden light turned into rain, and it was a heavy rainstorm.
"What a move and the sky is filled with golden rain!"
Liao Wenjie nodded repeatedly. That's how it should be, just a slap in the face to get a few cents? If the efficiency is so poor, when can all the money be spent?
"Literary Qiusheng, you two go to my room and help Uncle Jiu drag out two baskets of copper coins. He has almost finished shoveling the baskets. Hurry, go quickly, the fire suppression cannot stop it."
"oh oh."
The two of them turned around and ran into the house, dragging two baskets of copper coins to the altar.
Uncle Jiu was overjoyed. He picked up the shovel and shoveled more and more happily. Until now, he had never seen such a rich man before.
The key is that it is free and Liao Wenjie supports it unconditionally.
On the other side, when Uncle Jiu started throwing away money, Hook Nose stopped moving. I don’t know whether he was killed by the money or because the gap between the rich and the poor was too big and he was autistic.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he is busy picking up money.
"Ho ho ho"
Just when Liao Wenjie thought he was done, a sudden change occurred, and ghosts appeared outside Yizhuang. The leading zombie looked up to the sky and roared, overturned the carriage at the door with a slap, and then pressed the horse's neck to drink blood.
The corpses and ghosts walk together, and their blood is soaring to the sky.
For a moment, there was no sound from the chickens and dogs in the town, and even the moon in the sky could not bear the disturbance and hid in the dark clouds...