Start Ren Jiazhen: Six-year-old Tianshi

"Uncle Master, did you listen to me?" Qiu Sheng's voice came.

Hearing this, Zhou Yun withdrew his gaze, and looked at this strange town again.

"Qiu Sheng, how long have I been in a coma?"

"Three months, Master Uncle, I've been talking for three months, and you're perfunctory?" Qiu said angrily.

Zhou Yun touched his chin and thought for a while, but he didn't expect to sleep for three months, then this place...

The perception is swept away in an instant.

Zhou Yun immediately discovered that there were dozens of Longhushan Taoist auras in this town, and among them, there were more than a dozen Taoist priests in the Earth Master realm.

Of course, among them, the most powerful is Shi Jian who just entered the town.

The aura on his body almost touched the Heavenly Master Realm half a step away.

"It seems to be the plot of Zombie Supreme." Zhou Yun grinned, and it was a familiar plot.

Under Zhou Yun's crotch, Qiu Sheng looked at Zhou Yun's smile.

He snorted and laughed, and ran into the yard with Zhou Yun on his back.

quite a while.

yard.

Lin Jiu was sitting on the chair, and in front of him Lin Jiu was busy signing coins one by one.

Qiu Sheng is printing ghost coins.

Doorway.

"what!"

Wen Cai ran in, and was about to speak when he suddenly saw Zhou Yun.

"Master Uncle."

Wen Cai was stunned for a moment and immediately ran over excitedly.

"Master Uncle, you finally woke up. You slept for three months at a time, and you can't sleep without you!"

Zhou Yun, who was smiling, couldn't help but froze when he heard this.

However, he was also familiar with Wen Cai's tone of voice, so he waved his hand: "Wen Cai, do you miss your uncle?"

"Think about it." Wen Cai smiled and wrinkled all over his face.

"Uncle Master, Wencai didn't miss you. He is obsessed with going to see the play sheds and rehearsals and singing." Qiu Sheng turned around and joked.

"Nonsense." Wen Cai quickly smiled at Zhou Yun, but he was still honest.

"Uncle Master, the opera troupe's singing is really good, but it's a pity that it's just a rehearsal. The singing won't start until the ghost festival starts tomorrow night. I'll carry you to watch it then."

Qiu Sheng, who came over with the coins, raised his hand and slapped Wen Cai on the back of the head.

"Confused, I didn't listen to what the master said. That play is for ghosts to hear. How dare you go and listen?" Qiu Sheng joked.

Although Lin Jiu said this, Qiusheng himself didn't take it to heart, and was also curious about this drama.

But in front of Wencai, he still doesn't mind teasing Wencai.

Wen Cai was slapped by Qiu Sheng, as if he felt humiliated.

But he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Zhou Yun and Lin Jiu, and muttered softly.

"I'll go and see!"

Seeing the two boys quarreling again, Zhou Yun smiled and didn't speak.

Soon.

Lin Jiu saw that there was enough paper money in front of him.

"Okay, that's enough for me to write. Qiusheng, you should go to rest right away. There is morning class in the morning. The Fa conference is getting closer and you can't relax."

Lin Jiu raised his head and said to Qiusheng, and at the same time glanced at Wencai: "You go to sleep too, you are not too young, you are not in shape!"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai shrank their necks, turned around and left immediately.

"Uncle Master, I'm leaving." Qiu Sheng raised his eyebrows at Zhou Yun before leaving.

Zhou Yun smiled, and looked at Lin Jiu after the two left.

Lin Jiu deliberately sent these two boys away just now.

"Uncle Master."

Lin Jiu leaned over, bowed and stood beside Zhou Yun.

"What, is something wrong?"

Zhou Yun glanced up and down at Lin Jiu, and two words were written all over his face.

"nervous!"

A trace of hesitation flashed in Lin Jiu's eyes, and he said in a low voice.

"Uncle, during the Maoshan Dharma Assembly, you will have to worship the mountain gate. Uncle, you should also..."

Lin Jiu didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was obvious.

Zhou Yun also heard it.

As a senior, I should go back to Maoshan!
"Uncle, what do you think about this?" Lin Jiu asked with a worried expression.

Regarding Zhou Yun's seniority, Lin Jiu has been thinking about it for years.

After discovering the horror of Zhou Yun's strength, Lin Jiu was not worried about Zhou Yun's return to the mountain at all.

But now that this moment has really come, it is absolutely impossible to say that there is no emotion in the six years of getting along.

Lin Jiu doesn't know what he thinks now.

It is impossible to say that the uncle is not allowed to go back to the mountain.

But watching the uncle go back to the mountain, although it is not like he will never see him again.

But inexplicably, I couldn't help but feel empty.

"What do you think?" Zhou Yun threw the question back to Lin Jiu with a smile.

Hearing this, Lin Jiu was stunned, Master Shishu is not particular about this, what can I think of this....

"Maoshan, I definitely have to go there, even Longhushan has to be seen. That boy Qiusheng wants to enter the inner sect. Fame is dispensable, but it sounds better after all." Zhou Yun said softly to himself. road.

Lin Jiu hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

Uncle Master, should we go or not?

For a while, Lin Jiu didn't realize that his mood was completely messed up.

"On the contrary, it's you, what do you think this time, I asked you once before, and now is just an opportunity." Zhou Yun raised his head and took a deep look at Lin Jiu.

Hearing the sound, Lin Jiu immediately realized that what Zhou Yun was talking about was about practicing the law.

"Uncle Master."

Lin Jiu took a deep breath, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

"Uncle, if he can practice the Dharma, Lin Jiu would naturally be willing, but I already had a teacher back then, and my first teacher has passed away.

Now that I am at this age, the elders of the inner sect may look down on me, if it is an ordinary disciple..."

Hearing Lin Jiu's words, Zhou Yun couldn't help laughing.

It's actually because of this reason that Lin Jiu has been playing for a long time, but it is also true if you think about it carefully.

Lin Jiu is at this age, if he goes to visit some juniors, although it won't make people laugh, he still has himself.

"Learn from me, no matter what the teacher is, call it whatever you want!"

After Zhou Yun finished speaking, he jumped off the chair, and walked out the door with his Taoist robe behind his back.

in situ.

When Lin Jiu heard this, he covered his mouth with a snap.

Uncle Shi is so warm and thoughtful.

And he is so good at taking care of his own face.

soon.

A day passed.

Zhou Yun sat in the courtyard and urged Qiu Sheng to practice.

Qiu Sheng's talent is nothing to say, it's the process of accumulation.

The most obvious thing is that the true energy in the body is getting stronger day by day.

And Lin Jiu didn't sleep almost all night.

As the handprinter of Tiandi Bank, he needs to print a lot of paper money every year during Ghost Festival.

And all of them need to be signed by him personally.

Speaking of this matter, it is actually lazy in the underworld.

Of course, it is more accurate to say that the so-called Tiandi Bank actually serves the dead souls who have passed away from the world.

In the underworld, there are three divisions and six cases, eighteen floors of hell, and six reincarnations.

Since ancient times, there has never been a place where money is needed.

It's just that there are more undead in the world, and after countless years of accumulation, there is such a thing as paper money, which circulates in the underworld.

But the underworld is boundless, and there are only a handful of undead in the world.

Naturally, it is impossible for the underworld to provide special treatment for this small group of people.

But it cannot be left alone.

It just so happened that Maoshan Taoist priests could connect yin and yang, so naturally the job fell on living people.

Lin Jiu is one of them.

Beginning in July every year, the whole month.

Lin Jiu's job is to make banknotes with sufficient circulation.

In the blink of an eye, it was night time.

"master!"

Qiu Sheng pushed open the door, followed by Zhou Yun.

"Don't even think about it, it's Ghost Festival tonight, stay indoors and don't go anywhere." Lin Jiu said without raising his head.

Hearing this, Qiu Sheng's face collapsed, he really wanted to go to the theater.

Zhou Yun looked at the courtyard next to him, where the stage was located.

As the night fell, Zhou Yun could already feel the presence of a gloomy and cold aura.

There are four auras among them, obviously carrying the aura of hell.

"Ghost?"

Zhou Yun's eyes were full of interest.

"Don't be unhappy!"

Lin Jiu put down his pen and raised his head: "You and Wen Cai don't go anywhere tonight, and don't go to join in the fun that shouldn't be watched!"

"Understood, Master." Qiu Sheng lowered his head and said something, then suddenly raised his head.

"Hey, Master, have you seen Wen Cai?"

Hearing the sound, Lin Jiu was taken aback: "He disappeared for a day, did you not pay attention to him?"

Qiu Sheng and Lin Jiu looked at each other, their expressions changed.

Zhou Yun looked at the courtyard next to him, where a group of actors on the high stage were singing a big show.

The Ghost Festival is here, and the big drama is naturally not sung for the living.

In the empty shed, ghost figures gradually appeared one by one as night fell.

At a glance, there are hundreds of them.

After these ghosts appeared, they stood obediently under the stage and watched the play.

Behind them, four ghost messengers stood on a high place, watching all the ghosts with cold eyes.

However, in front of all the ghosts, at the VIP seats under the stage.

Wen Cai held a piece of sugar cane as if no one was there, not realizing that there were countless people behind him.

He watched the big show on the stage intently.

The boss grinned at the corner of his mouth, taking a bite of sugar cane from time to time.

Smash it, smash it.

"Hey, hey hey hey hey."