Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

If you really want to count it down, Wang Xuebin and Uncle Jiu are considered to be of the same generation. Who made the generation of the Wang family have late births and childbearing?

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin's expression was slightly solemn, he stopped in his tracks, and said softly:

"Uncle Jiu, Jiayan Jiaci passed away a month ago!"

"what!!!"

Hearing this terrible news like a bolt from the blue, Uncle Jiu was shocked and couldn't believe it. When he met Wang Laodou two months ago, the old man was still very healthy, and the two were still sitting and drinking!

why today...

Uncle Jiu's eyes sparkled, he turned his head to look at Wang Xuebin, with a solemn expression, and asked in a deep voice:

"What's going on, but what's the secret!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's guess, Wang Xuebin nodded silently.

"A month ago, on the wedding anniversary of the two elders, I wanted to go to Japan to see the cherry blossoms together. I was worried, so I asked the two guys and their girlfriends to go with the two elders.

As a result, within a few days, the news of the death of the second elder and the fellows came from Japan. According to my information, the murderer was a kind of Japanese ghost called Grudge, so I came to ask Uncle Jiu for help! "

"The Grudge..."

Uncle Jiu frowned and murmured something. Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Wang Xuebin, and asked in a deep voice:

"Is the body still there?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin shook his head, took out a photo from his pocket, handed it to Uncle Jiu and said:

"The second elder's body has been buried for a week. This is a photo taken by the second elder during the autopsy in Japan. Do you think it's okay?"

Uncle Jiu took a look at the photo and frowned even more.

The old man who was originally very kind, his face became very ferocious, his eyes turned white, his face was terrified, and there were bloodstains on his face scratched by fingernails.

The mouth is wide open, as if roaring, the complexion is dull, and there is no trace of popularity.

From the photos alone, Uncle Jiu can feel the torture that the two elders suffered before they died!

"If you don't vent your grievances, you might become a zombie!"

"what?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin also frowned.

Wang Xuebin has no doubts about Uncle Jiu's judgment. He believes that Uncle Jiu is the absolute authority when it comes to zombies and ghosts.

"What kind of burial method did your parents have?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, Wang Xuebin didn't even think about it, and said directly:

"For burial, I bought a cemetery specially for burying the two elders, but what's wrong!"

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu heaved a long sigh, returned the photo to Wang Xuebin, and said in a deep voice:

"I hope! The ferry will come the day after tomorrow. Let's set off early in the morning the day after tomorrow. Let's go and see the elders first, and then make a decision!"

"Everything is arranged by Uncle Jiu!"

Chapter 275

In the side room, Wang Xuebin and Uncle Jiu sat facing each other silently.

One is immersed in the news of the death of a close elder, and the other is pondering the issue of unrestrained resentment.

In the hall, apart from the sound of the burning candles, there was no sound at all.

"Uncle, it's time to eat!"

A clear voice came from outside the door, interrupting the thoughts of the two of them. Uncle Jiu came to his senses, turned his head to look at Wang Xuebin who was still in deep thought, and said softly:

"Alas! People cannot be resurrected after death, so mourn!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's relief, Wang Xuebin also regained his composure, looked at Uncle Jiu nodded slightly, and said softly:

"Uncle Jiu, don't worry, I'm fine!"

They got up together and walked outside.

Under the jujube tree in the yard, there is a table of Eight Immortals. On the table are a plate of fried eggs, a plate of cold seaweed shreds, and several homemade steamed buns.

There is an aluminum pot in the middle of the table, which contains boiled fish soup, braving the heat.

"The deserted village is remote, and there is nothing to entertain, just simple tea and light meals, let's just eat something!"

Seeing this simple meal, Uncle Jiu was a little embarrassed, but there is a lack of supplies here, and there is no preparation in advance, so there is really nothing rich to entertain.

Wang Xuebin didn't care, and waved his hand casually.

"Where is it, it is a junior who comes to visit rashly.

Besides, eating is never about what you eat, but who you eat with. Being able to sit with Uncle Jiu, even if it's a common meal, is better than dragon liver and phoenix marrow! "

"Hey, you kid..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu couldn't help showing a smile. Although he didn't say anything, he still felt very good in his heart.

"Alian, bring me that bottle of Fenjiu, I'll have a good drink with your cousin!"

"Oh!"

Alian glanced timidly at this so-called cousin, turned around and went into the house to get some wine.

Looking at A-Lian's back, Uncle Jiu introduced in a low voice:

"A-Lian is the daughter of a fellow of mine. Her father died, her mother died of illness, and she has no relatives. Seeing how pitiful she was, I raised her by my side. In a flash, it has been ten years!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin nodded slightly, took out the wooden sign again, handed it to Uncle Jiu and said:

"Uncle Nine, let A-Lian accept this. The amulet I made myself is too big to say, at least it can stop minor disasters!"

Uncle Jiu took the wooden sign, looked at Wang Xuebin seriously, and asked in a deep voice:

"Did you really do this yourself?"

Naturally, Wang Xuebin understood what Uncle Jiu meant, and he stretched out his hand to call, and a ball of flames ignited in Wang Xuebin's hand.

"To tell you the truth, my nephew is a descendant of the Fuyao Yinxian sect of Taoism. Because of some fate, I also learned the magic of foreigners. When it comes to Taoism, my nephew thinks he is a bit good, but..."

Seeing Uncle Jiu's shocked expression, Wang Xuebin let go of the flames and continued:

"My nephew doesn't dare to say too much about tangible beings. One against a hundred is easy, but against invisible beings, I'm a little helpless!"

Said, Wang Xuebin cupped his fists and saluted, respectfully said:

"My father once mentioned Uncle Nine to me, saying that you are a master at catching ghosts and relieving zombies, so my nephew came to visit today to ask you for advice on how to deal with invisible beings!"

After listening to Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu pondered for a long time, and did not express his opinion until Alian came back.

"...Eat first, eat first, let's talk slowly after eating!"

Wang Xuebin knows the methods of Daoism. Although Uncle Jiu was surprised, it is not incomprehensible. After all, he deals with the dead. Without the means of suppressing the bottom of the box, how can it last for several generations without disaster?

However, he hesitated to ask himself how to subdue ghosts.

It's not that he cherishes himself with a broom, and he doesn't pass the law lightly.

In this day and age, everyone looks at money. How many rare things are there with his old skills?

He wished to have a bunch of apprentices, so that he could pass on the tradition of the patriarch, so that the inheritance would not be broken in his own hands.

How could you be reluctant to pass it on?

He heard the meaning of Wang Xuebin's words, and wanted to go to Japan to take revenge after learning how to subdue ghosts from him.

Seeing what Wang Xuebin meant, how dare he teach the Dharma with confidence?

He could tell from the photos alone that the ghost who killed the second elder was by no means a simple thing.

Wang Xuebin went there rashly, it is very likely that he would not be able to avenge him, but instead took his own life.

If so, what face would he have in the future to meet the dead elder?

This is the main reason for his hesitation.

"Uncle, here!"

A-Lian held the Fen wine bottle wrapped in newspaper, bounced over, handed it to Uncle Jiu, and carefully hid aside.

Although A-Lian was naughty, she had grown up with Uncle Jiu, and when encountering things, she could tell the seriousness of things. If Uncle Jiu didn't speak up, no matter how handsome the visitor was, she would be more vigilant.

When Uncle Jiu saw Alian's actions, he suddenly smiled, pointed at Wang Xuebin, and said with a smile:

"Alian, this is the child of your Uncle Wang's family, just call him cousin!"

Hearing the familiar person, A-Lian's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at Wang Xuebin with a surprised expression on her face.

"Ah! Uncle Wang's cousin? Is Uncle Wang here?"

Every time Wang Laodou came, he would buy a lot of delicious food for A-Lian, even the short denim skirt she was wearing was chosen by Aunt Wang for her.

In this monotonous island, Uncle Wang can be regarded as the only bright color in her life.

Hearing A-Lian's words, Uncle Jiu's face froze. He carefully looked at Wang Xuebin. Seeing that he was not sentimental, he felt relieved. Then his expression became serious, and he looked at A-Lian and said:

"Alian, why are you so ignorant? You don't even have a meal!"

"Uncle Jiu, it's nothing!"

Seeing Alian's aggrieved expression, Wang Xuebin hurried forward to persuade her.

To be honest, regarding the death of the second elder, Wang Xuebin didn't feel any sadness or guilt in his heart.

Because he had asked the system a long time ago, if the world goes according to the original direction, the two elders will have no children at all.

Wang Xuebin's past is simply that the system forged a vague memory about Wang Xuebin in everyone's impression.

It's not that Wang Xuebin really replaced anyone.

Therefore, although Wang Xuebin intends to avenge the two elders, it is more out of passion and his own purpose. Uncle Jiu doesn't know the truth, so misunderstandings will naturally arise.

Seeing that Wang Xuebin was calm, he thought he was suppressing his sadness.

After all, he has also experienced the death of his parents, so if he feels the same, he will naturally feel a little more sympathy.

"Hey! Okay, eat, eat, let's have a drink!"

"Sorry, Uncle Jiu, nephew, I'm not born with alcohol, so I can only replace wine with tea. Let's toast Uncle Jiu!"

"Ah... you can't drink wine... okay..."

Seeing that Wang Xuebin's expression did not seem to be fake, Uncle Jiu sighed in pity, he couldn't even drink to relieve his sorrow, how uncomfortable this child must be?

The more Uncle Jiu thought about it, the more he felt sorry for him, and unconsciously drank a few more glasses.

Being in a bad mood, coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, it didn't take much effort for Uncle Jiu to become drunk.

"Boy... don't be sad! It's no big deal that your parents are gone..."

"Oh! Uncle!"

A Lian didn't know the news of Uncle Wang's death yet, she just thought Uncle Jiu was talking nonsense, looked at Wang Xuebin embarrassingly, and pushed Uncle Jiu complainingly.

"Don't...don't touch me...you are the same...parents passed away...we...have to live a better life, so that we can comfort...the parents'...spirits in heaven!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Alian, who remembered the old things, also felt sad, lowered her head, sat there, and stopped talking to Uncle Jiu who was drunk.

"Boy...I tell you...you can't live in hatred...you know?"

"Uncle Jiu, don't worry, my nephew understands!"

"Understand...just understand...you have to look forward...look far away...I can teach you the way...but you have to..."

Having said that, Uncle Jiu couldn't bear the drunkenness anymore, collapsed on the dining table, and fell into a sound sleep.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin took a breath, did he finish?

Isn't it tantalizing to say half-way and half-way?

To teach or not to teach?

What conditions?

Uncle Jiu slept soundly, but Wang Xuebin couldn't sleep anymore, his heart felt like a cat scratching his head, wishing to wake Uncle Jiu up.

But Axiu was sitting on the side, Wang Xuebin was too embarrassed to make a move after all, he could only stare at the drunk Uncle Jiu, helpless.

Of course, Wang Xuebin is definitely not the only one who feels helpless. At this time, the policemen far away on Hong Kong Island encountered something that made them even more helpless.