I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

To Russell's surprise, the man didn't get angry. Instead, he lowered his head and handed the ocean tightly in his hand back and forth to Russell.

"Xiao Daoist, please be more accommodating and let me see Uncle Jiu. The ten yuan is my family's land sale money."

"I know it's not enough to ask Uncle Jiu to take action." The man gritted his teeth violently, "If it's not enough, I'll go back and discuss it with my mother and sell the house!"

The tone was particularly sad, but Russell couldn't help laughing in his heart, why didn't you think of it when you did the crime?

Now people have come to the door, and ran here to do a bitter scene!

If it were an ordinary poor family, Uncle Jiu would help out without taking any money. If someone committed a crime, let alone selling the land or house, you could even sell yourself!

Seeing that Russell was unmoved, the man bent down again, turned out a large sack from the side, and poured out more than a dozen balls of dried yellow fur.

"These furs are not worth any money, so I gave them to Uncle Jiu. I'm afraid I won't need them in the future."

The man's expression was silent, he bowed to Wen Cai, Russell, and limped towards the door, his left leg seemed to be broken.

"and many more!"

Russell stared at the yellow leather on the ground, couldn't help being lost in thought, his eyes revealing playfulness, "I ask you, since ancient times there have been folk sayings about the five great immortals, why do you still dare to catch this Huang Daxian, not afraid of revenge?"

Although he is blinded by profit and dares to do anything for money, judging by the man's performance, he doesn't look like a person who does anything for profit.

Ordinary people go to provoke the vengeful Huang Pizi, Russell immediately became interested.

"It's nothing, it's just that the ancestor met one, and when he asked for the title, he said the wrong thing and was always hated."

The man looked calm at this moment, "I gave birth to four sons, three of whom were killed by yellow skins, and the remaining one hid in Tibet, but it's not a loss, I replaced the lives of thirteen yellow skins! "

Russell's complexion suddenly turned livid, and he couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly.

The man shook his head, as if he had made up his mind, "I'm going to trouble the Taoist leader today."

"Goodbye, no, maybe we will never see each other again."

The man turned around, resolutely walked towards the distance, and limped.

"Wait a minute, Yizhuang has taken over this business!"

Russell folded his hands on his chest, his eyes were cold, no matter what the reason was, a monster is a monster, he is human after all!

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Chapter 135 Soul Changing (Compensation plus one update)

"Master, what do you think of this matter?"

"Sit and watch."

"..."

Uncle Jiu was a little silent, and it took a long time before he sighed, "Russell, don't be too confident in the future, don't be like me..."

As he said that, his expression was a little gloomy. Today, he was so dangerous that he would become a helpless person.

It's okay if you don't have the ability, it's a wise choice to protect yourself.

If you have the ability, it is a sin to stand by and watch death without saving him.

Uncle Jiu felt a little sorry, turned his head and asked the man who was following them, "How long has this happened?"

"It's been four years."

There was resentment in the man's eyes, "My old father raised chickens at home. Suddenly one day, he heard someone calling his name at night. The old father was surprised. When he opened the door, he found a yellow man wearing a straw hat and white hair. beard."

Hearing this obvious feature, Uncle Jiu and Russell exchanged glances. Four years ago, an old thing might still be alive.

"Old Huang Pizi asked for a seal. My father was in awe at that time, so he agreed at that time. I didn't expect that this would plant the root of disaster." The man looked helpless.

Who is willing to agree to such a thing, but in this era, what can an ordinary person do in the face of such monsters and ghosts?

"It's a trivial matter to ask for a title, but I didn't expect that old Huang Pizi to make an inch of it, and even asked my father to enshrine him. Not to mention offering incense every day, he would also enshrine a chicken every once in a while."

Uncle Jiu is silent, this is nothing to big families, but to farmers, chickens are one of the few incomes in the family.

Even I am reluctant to eat it myself, and I serve like a child, just to lay two more eggs to supplement nutrition for the children, or go to the town to exchange some money to subsidize the family.

Every once in a while, a chicken is like scraping the meat with a knife in the heart of the old man!

"At that time, my wife was pregnant, and the old hens at home depended on laying eggs. The old father refused."

"The old yellow man didn't say anything at that time, turned around and left."

"The next day, my father found that all the chickens in the chicken shed were dead, and there were chicken feathers and yellow-skinned feathers everywhere."

The man's eyes were red, "Dozens of chickens are my father's painstaking efforts. They are not good for daily treasures. They are all ruined by these dogs."

"My father was also so angry that he couldn't get sick. I couldn't get angry, so I caught a few under cover, but they were all rescued the next day, and then..."

The man's voice was choked with sobs, "The eldest son was killed, and there is still a line of blood on the wall."

"I can't read, his mother knows."

"Break off children and grandchildren!"

There was silence for a while, leaving aside the rest, Uncle Nine and Russell had already guessed it, and they couldn't imagine how an ordinary person could fight a century-old monster.

Perhaps as far as the old Huang Pizi was concerned, he didn't want to kill the men's family all at once, but played with them slowly, letting them live in regret.

Three of the four sons were bitten to death, and one had an accident. The old father was so angry that he was bedridden and broke his own leg.

Uncle Jiu couldn't help turning his head away. To be honest, it was his fault.

He lives in Yizhuang, and has long heard that there are weasels in this mountain, but he has never paid attention to it. After all, he is a little demon, and God has the virtue of being good at life.

Uncle Nine is a Taoist priest, so he can't kill monsters when he sees them, but he didn't expect that this connivance would later offend his little apprentice Luo Su, who wiped them all out.

I didn't expect those yellow skins to commit such a thing before!

"Why didn't you invite Taoist priests before?" Russell couldn't help interjecting, "Master must have been here for more than ten years."

This story sounds very inspirational, but in the eyes of later generations of netizens, it is just a sand sculpture, can't you afford to provoke it, can't you hide it?

You can't hide, don't you know how to invite someone?

The man showed a wry smile, and shook his head helplessly. Taoist priests are a rare thing, with a radius of hundreds of miles, and even the entire provincial capital.

In the midst of war, no matter the well-known Taoist temples or temples are closed, how many wandering Taoist priests are capable?

"Please, and several more."

"Oh?"

Russell was taken aback, and asked, why is it still like this, "What about the Taoist priest?"

"Get rid of by Huang Pizi."

Russell: ...

This cultivator is too good. When Russell first practiced Taoism, facing the little yellow skin, it was all Big Big Wolf.

Although he couldn't beat that old yellow man at that time, but now it's easy, one move at a time.

Russell really couldn't figure it out, what's so great about that old yellow man who could be nailed to death by Uncle Nine's mahogany sword?

He didn't know, but Uncle Nine knew it well. After all, not everyone came from a great sect.

If you encounter a hundred-year-old monster, it is estimated that the scene will be cold.

Uncle Jiu once saw several wandering Taoist priests who were only at the second or third level of human masters, and they were better than Qiu Sheng. They could draw and use some talismans, and understood the rules in between.

The man went on to say, "The last Taoist priest opened an altar and practiced the method, but then for some reason, his face changed drastically, and he left without leaving a word."

"What?"

"He said that there are really great immortals behind these Huang Daxians, and they are not something that cultivators like him can provoke."

There is a big fairy behind Huang Daxian?

Uncle Jiu looked puzzled, why hadn't he heard of it, he suddenly thought of it, when he got rid of that old yellow man before, he seemed to yell.

What is it called, that he seems to be sitting down by a mountain god?

Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes, and he will take a good look at it later to see if the mountain god knows about it, and it's okay if he doesn't.

After all, there are so many mountain elves and wild monsters on a mountain, they can all be said to be boys under the seat of the mountain god, or they can be related to each other forcibly.

But if he knew, Uncle Jiu's eyes flashed fiercely, then he was not a mountain god, but an evil god, and the evil spirit was crooked, just cut down the mountain and destroyed the temple, and smashed his statue!

What else can he say?

When Uncle Jiu thought of the token he got a few days ago, he couldn't help but feel very proud. We don't live like our ancestors.

"It seems that in the past few months, the old yellow man never appeared again. I immediately seized the opportunity, went straight to the trap, and finally caught a few."

The man wiped away his tears and gritted his teeth, "It's been four years, and I finally caught them. I pulled out the bones and skinned all of them, and then deliberately released one."

"Follow the vine, and take away the whole nest of Huangpizi's old nest."

"Good job!" Russell couldn't help clapping his hands and applauding. Before, he thought cruelty to animals was cruel, but now, looking at it from another angle, he felt particularly happy.

He said directly, "You don't have to worry too much, the old yellow skin has provoked me, and the master has already got rid of it, as for the mountain god?"

Russell showed contempt, not because he looked down on the mountain god, but because he is really amazing now.

If it is a famous mountain in China, what are the Five Sacred Mountains, Changbai Mountain, and Kunlun?

But these small hills around Renjia Town, it is estimated that the cultivation base is seven or eight layers of personal masters, and the incense is probably not too much, even if there is magic, at most it is only a master.

Although Russell only has eight layers of human divisions now, he is not afraid.

Isn't that what the protagonist often does?

He has practiced the paper figurine to perfection now. On his arm is the Six Ding Liujia body protection magic spell. On his left hand is Yang Wulei, on his right hand is the Ecstasy Lock, and on his back is the Seven Star Sword.

There is a super magic weapon tortoise shell for defense, and the Jiugong Token for ultimate moves.

It won't be long before the silver-armored corpse will be refined, break out of the ground, absorb the evil spirit of the earth, and become extremely powerful.

If it doesn't work, just hang a longevity lock on your chest.

Little mountain god, what are you fighting with me?

To borrow a word from Uncle Jiu, Mountain God, I respect you to give you face, if you don't respect you, what can you do to me, come and beat me!

When the man heard that the old Huang Pizi had died, his expression was a little dazed. The mountain that was pressing down on his house finally fell down.