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Chapter 332
After Qiusheng fell, he got up and was about to run away, but was pulled back by an inexplicable force.

He uncontrollably picked up the chopsticks on the table and stuffed them into his mouth.

He desperately stopped with his other hand, but the chopsticks were still slowly sent to his mouth.

"Look at the show and swallow chopsticks!"

"Encourage Encourage"

The Taoist chief was booing on the side, and the melon-eating crowd followed to watch the fun.

The chopsticks were literally swallowed.

Qiu Sheng suddenly felt that the pressure on his hands was gone, and he quickly pulled the chopsticks out of his mouth.

Coughing violently, "Smelly Taoist priest, you wait, master, master!"

The Taoist ignored his words and continued to laugh: "It's nothing, it's not clear through the throat. Is there any thicker one?"

"Yes." An old man in his 80s next to him lifted up the crutch in his hand, "Is this thick enough?"

"Wow, it's more than enough, it's enjoyable."

The Taoist priest happily accepted it.

"Don't come here!"

Qiusheng wanted to run, but was restrained by an inexplicable force, unable to move.

The mouth opened automatically.

The Taoist priest really swallowed the whole cane.

But it's not over yet, the next moment, he started to uncontrollably, and started to rush towards a girl in the crowd.

The girl screamed in fright, "What are you doing, what are you doing, don't come here."

Qiu Sheng tried his best to control, and shouted at the same time: "Master, help! Help!"

Xu Feng and Uncle Jiu were eating upstairs, Uncle Jiu suddenly said, "Why is it so noisy downstairs?"

Xu Feng listened carefully, then heard Qiu Sheng's cry for help, and quickly said, "Master, Qiu Sheng is in trouble."

Several people hurried downstairs.

Seeing Qiu Sheng's miserable state, Uncle Jiu knew there was a ghost, so he quickly took out a grapefruit leaf from his pocket and wiped his eyes.

Sure enough, he saw two little ghosts behind Qiu Sheng, controlling his movements.

He went up and subdued the two little devils.

He casually picked up a wine jar next to him, and prepared to put the little ghost in the jar and seal it.

The little ghost screamed: "Uncle Ming save me, Uncle Ming save me!"

"Oops."

The Taoist priest called Uncle Ming quickly made a move and pulled the kid aside.

"Brother Dao, what are you doing?!" Uncle Jiu asked scoldingly.

"Ah?" Uncle Ming froze for a moment, and hurried up, "Let me do it! Let me do it!"

He took the wine jar from Uncle Jiu's hand, and said to the brat, "Come on, come on!"

But the kid didn't move.

Uncle Jiu shook his head, "Brother Dao, let me come."

He put a gossip on the bottom of the altar and cast a spell, and the whole altar became a magic altar, full of suction.

Although the kid struggled desperately, he was still sucked into the altar.

Uncle Jiu put the lid on and sealed the jar with a talisman.

At this time, another little ghost next to him yelled.

"Hey, this is mine, come here soon!" Uncle Ming called out hastily.

But Uncle Jiu didn't give him a chance, and also took this kid into the altar.

That Uncle Ming was immediately dumbfounded.

Uncle Jiu glanced at him and cried, and said to Xu Feng and Qiu Shengwen, "Let's go back."

That Uncle Ming hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Master, there is obviously something wrong with that Taoist priest named Uncle Ming. Maybe he raised these two brats." Xu Feng said on the road.

"Just know."

Back to Yizhuang.

Uncle Jiu asked Qiu Sheng to prepare cinnabar, drew a ghost-suppressing charm, and pasted it on the jar to strengthen the seal.

"Master, why did you trap it with a talisman? It hurt me so badly. Why don't we heat a pot of hot oil and put it in the oil pan so that it will never be reborn!"

"Why do you have to be so desperate?"

"But"

"It's bad enough for them to be lonely ghosts. If he doesn't harm anyone, if you fry it with oil, your lifespan will be reduced!" Uncle Jiu said angrily.

"No, Master, he just made me look like a human in the teahouse." Qiu Sheng still refused to give up.

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet. There are so many people in the restaurant, and he doesn't mess with anyone. Why did he provoke you? I think you must be bullying them."

"No." Qiu Sheng said without confidence.

"No?"

Suddenly there was the sound of a dog barking outside the house. Uncle Jiu took a look outside the house and seemed to have discovered something.

Hand over the jar to Qiu Sheng, "Take it to the room over there and put it away."

Then deliberately let Xu Feng and others go back to their room to rest.

……

Uncle Ming saw Uncle Jiu and they all went to rest.

Sneaked into the room where the jar was placed.

But as soon as he entered, he was dumbfounded, the room was full of wine jars.

"Wow, there are so many, how do you find them?" He scratched his head.

I remembered that I vaguely saw sorghum written on the jar in the distance.

I hurriedly looked for a jar with the word sorghum on it, but there were more than ten jars with sorghum written on it.

He had to knock one by one.

"Are you Dabao?"

"Big your head."

"Little treasure?"

"I'm not Xiaobao, I'm sorghum. Let me out."

"It's a beautiful idea."

"Big Treasure? Little Treasure?"

There was no response from this jar.

"Could it be that you were stunned?"

As he spoke, he was about to break the seal of the jar.

"No, what if I misplace it?"

He hesitated, "Forget it, give it a go."

He lifted the seal on the jar.

After a while, there was a puff of smoke from the jar, and a stunning female ghost floated out.

Uncle Ming was stunned when he saw it. He felt that this female ghost was the most beautiful he had ever seen since he was born.

That temperament, those facial features, must have been at the level of a country and a city during his lifetime.

"Thank you for letting me out, I will be your man from now on."

"Okay, then let's go back to rest early." Uncle Ming had a smile on his face.

"Aren't you here to find someone?" the female ghost said.

"Ah? I found it." Uncle Ming said with a smile.

He was about to go out, but when he turned around, he found that Uncle Jiu and Xu Feng were already standing there.

He was stunned. The female ghost ran away when she saw Uncle Jiu.

Xu Feng was about to go after him, but Uncle Jiu stopped him, "Forget it, let's talk about it later."

"Brother Dao, this kind of thing can't be offended." Uncle Jiu said to Uncle Ming with earnestness.

"Huh?" Uncle Ming played dumb.

"Qiu Sheng, where's the jar just now? Bring it here."

Uncle Jiu took the jar from Qiu Sheng and prepared to pass it to Uncle Ming.

"Master, what are you doing?" Seeing this, Qiu Sheng hurriedly stopped him.

"Give him back the jar."

"Give it back to him? Why." Qiu Sheng looked angry.

"Is it me or is it you?"

"Yes,...? All right," Qiu Sheng walked away resentfully.

Uncle Jiu returned the jar to Uncle Ming.

"Everyone is in the same direction, you know the first commandment of Maoshan, right?"

"Of course I know, good and evil are opposing each other, and you have to fight for life." Uncle Ming returned.

"Know that you still raise ghosts?"

"That's right, two more." Qiu Sheng interjected.

"I can't help it, it's all for life."

"The sky is big and the earth is big, and there are many ways to make a living. Before those two things were with you, how did you live?"

(End of this chapter)