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

Russell frowned. He knew the person in front of him, and he was one of the few acquaintances. He was Lao Chen, the watchman from the previous night.

His buddy, Lao Li, who was chopping firewood, was killed by a female ghost wearing red embroidered shoes, and that female ghost was exterminated by Uncle Jiu.

It was the little yellow leather that Russell met on the way back to Yizhuang that triggered the series of events that followed.

Seeing the weeping, haggard and disfigured old Chen, Russell was a little silent. This was not bad luck, but blatant revenge.

He practiced Taoism, he was protected by Jiushu, and Maoshan was behind him, so he naturally didn't worry about old Huang Pizi's revenge.

And old Chen, an ordinary watchman, how can he hide?

Being retaliated by the old Huang Pizi, he used the nightmare technique he learned from nowhere and turned him into a four-armed red-haired monster.

To be whipped day and night, without a drop of water for several days, it doesn't matter, but to change from a human to a monkey, with no relatives, and no one can understand what you say, that is a great horror.

Fortunately, Luo Su passed by there and noticed something was wrong, so he saved him by accident.

You know, in the entire Renjia Town, the only ones who can see through the yellow-skinned Taoism are Luo Su and Uncle Jiu.

Old Chen happened to meet one, which meant that his life was not worth dying for.

Russell made up his mind that he would never be merciful when he saw these monsters in the future. Last time he thought he had wiped out the roots.

Who would have thought that there was another old yellow skin, it was like stabbing the old yellow skin in its nest.

That poor old Chen didn't know so much, he was purely a god fighting, mortals suffered, and somehow turned into a red-haired monster.

Regarding Uncle Jiu's rescue, Old Chen didn't know what to say anymore, and finally left with lingering fear after being grateful.

Old Chen left, but the matter was not over yet.

The gate of Yizhuang opened, and eight young and strong boys came in from outside carrying a big red coffin.

The coffin was very extraordinary, the body of the coffin was locked by iron chains, and it was covered with yellow paper.

The color of the coffin was as red as blood, which looked extraordinarily weird.

A normal coffin weighs two to three hundred catties, but this coffin seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties. The eight young men struggled to lift it, and it took a long time to move it into the morgue.

They stepped on the dirt road in the yard one after another, leaving footprints pits one after another.

"Master, what is it, can't it be a zongzi?"

Wen Cai asked, "Although he is a little silly, he is definitely not stupid. No matter how you look at it, there is something wrong with this red coffin.

Having been with Uncle Jiu for a long time, he had a conditioned reflex when he saw the coffin. When he saw the coffin, he felt that there were big rice dumplings inside.

Uncle Jiu put his hands behind his back and pondered for a while, "It's not zongzi, but a big red robe."

"What's so scary about Da Hong Pao?" Qiu Sheng said indifferently, but unexpectedly, the faces of the young men who had just moved the coffin turned pale, and they all ran away in a panic.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu stretched out his hand, holding a piece of ocean in his hand, and couldn't help being taken aback when he saw the young men leaving.

These young people, how come they run so fast and don't even need their wages, they are really good people!

Ninth Uncle put Yuan Datou away with his hands, and he couldn't help but feel good about saving money, "This Dahongpao is very weird, please don't touch it. I will find a good place to bury it in two days."

Everyone nodded, and Russell also looked at it curiously. Judging from the expressions of the young people just now, this big red robe is definitely not a good thing.

Otherwise, it wouldn't change the color of the talk, and ran away like not even running for the wages.

"Master, isn't that the old Huang Pizi's handwriting? Is this Dahongpao harder to deal with than that old Huang Pizi?"

Russell had a new question. If it was easy, Uncle Jiu would have killed him with a sword, so why carry it back.

Uncle Nine touched Luo Su's head, "Master, I know it's a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain. The thing in this coffin is much more dangerous than it. It probably got the news from nowhere and broke the seal on it to lead me there." .”

"But don't worry, I'm here for everything."

Russell nodded.

It was late at night, and after everyone had dinner, they returned to their respective rooms and started a day of cultivation.

Russell handed everything over to the paper man, and fell asleep himself. In the middle of the night, he got out of bed in a daze, opened the door, and walked straight to the small tree in the yard.

He moved his little hand slowly, took out his artifact, and started fertilizing the young tree to add nutrients to it.

Glancing out of the corner of the eye, I saw a red figure dancing with the wind on the courtyard wall, and there was a faint drama coming from it.

"Today's moon is so round!"

Russell muttered a few words, shook his artifact, turned around and went back to the room, and then fell asleep.

The figure in red on the yard was obviously a little dull, standing there in a daze. Is this little doll a little abnormal?

Chapter 22 Breastfeeding is a serious matter

Its daybreak.

Nothing happened overnight, peace and tranquility.

Russell stretched his waist, and slept very comfortably last night, but it felt like the moon was a bit round last night.

Another point is that the chicken did not crow this morning.

Russell opened the door, everything was calm, Uncle Nine began to play Baguazhang as usual, he greeted casually, "Master, it's so early again!"

Uncle Nine had a strange expression on his face. He carefully looked at Russell's eyes. He couldn't say a word for a long time, and responded with his nose. His eyes were a little dark, as if he had not slept because of exhaustion at night.

At this time, Qiu Sheng came in from the outside with a happy face, holding a few fish in one hand and a box in the other.

As soon as he stepped into the yard, he saw Russell, who had just gotten up, gave a thumbs up with difficulty with the hand holding the fish.

"Little brother, good job, the smell of boy's urine is really strong, it's as good as the master!"

Russell's face was full of doubts. Before he could ask a question, a serious cough came from behind.

"cough!"

Uncle Ninth clapped Baguazhang expressionlessly, waving his palm vigorously, but stared at Qiusheng.

Qiu Sheng was so stared at, he had an embarrassed smile on his face, knowing that he had said something wrong.

He hastily changed the topic, and passed the fish in his hand, "Master, this is given to you by Li Sanshui. It was just fished this morning, and it's tender."

The fish fluttered its mouth, obviously still alive, could it not be tender?

But Uncle Jiu frowned, "Then Li Sanshui is just an ordinary person. He has just lost his yin energy for a few days, so why did he go fishing in the water? He needs to rest for at least seven days."

Those who raise ghosts at home will be weak and sick, and suffer from many disasters, all because of Yin Qi hurting the body.

Li Sanshui was entangled by a female ghost, and although his yin energy was completely sucked away by his little apprentice Russell with a paper talisman, his bones were already injured, and he needed to take good care of him and get more exposure to the sun.

Going into the water so recklessly will inevitably lead to another serious illness.

"Master, he has no other choice." Qiu Sheng sighed, and put the fish and box in his hand on the table in the yard, "Sanshui is middle-aged, there are old people on the bottom, and young people on the bottom, and there is no savings at home. Live by his fishing, alas, how can he live without rest?"

Uncle Jiu is silent, Sanshui is 28 years old this year, he is middle-aged, he is at the age of hard work, and he is the head of the family, supporting the livelihood of the whole family.

No matter how hard and tired you are, you have to persevere through gritted teeth, and can you say half a bitter word?

"I'll go to the warehouse to get some medicinal materials, and send them to Sanshui's house, so that he can make up for it." Uncle Jiu shook his head, "Remember to grab more, follow my prescription, Sanshui will most likely not be willing to take care of himself. Spend money on your body, grab more, don't tell him the price."

Qiu Sheng was taken aback, the medicinal materials in the warehouse were not cheap, and those that could be hidden in the house by Uncle Jiu were all first-class.

Although Maoshan specializes in Taoism and is good at subduing demons, catching ghosts and watching Fengshui, Maoshan has a large number of people and a long history, and there are always some disciples who have special hobbies.

Over time, Maoshan has many strange inheritances, such as old Chinese medicine practitioners, puppet masters, and swordsmen.

Uncle Jiu learned a lot back then, and memorized a lot of useful old prescriptions. When he was young, he didn't know much, and he always remembered some that nourished the kidney, nourished the blood, nourished yin and nourished yang.

Every time this matter is brought up now, Uncle Jiu shakes his head and sighs, bluntly saying that he was too hasty when he was young, and learned a lot of prescriptions that are not needed.

Qiu Sheng was stunned for a while, then immediately came to his senses, he was not surprised, Jiu Shu also did the same thing on weekdays, he often laughed at himself that there are three kinds of people who practice Taoism, and he is the one who wastes money.

In fact, if he was stingy, Uncle Jiu would have become a well-known rich man long ago, but because of his kindness, he often helped these neighbors, sending medicines and spells at low cost or even regardless of cost, which led to this.

"I see, master, I'll catch it after dinner."

Qiu Sheng responded, and then set his eyes on Russell, with a mysterious smile on his face, "Little brother, guess what's in this box?"

He patted the box lightly with his hand, "That Li Sanshui bought this specially for you."

"Buy it for me?"

Russell turned his head, feeling a little surprised, although he caught the evil spirit on Li Sanshui's body.

But the people present that day were all mortals with naked eyes, how many people could recognize it clearly?

To repay his kindness, he should also repay his master Uncle Jiu, why buy him something?

Maybe it's because it's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and Luo Su got the favor of Uncle Jiu.

"Is it candied haws?"

Qiu Sheng shook his head, and gave a small hint, "It's your favorite, little brother."

Russell couldn't figure it out for a while, what did he like most in his daily life?

My own paper man wife?

Li Sanshui doesn't have this ability.

Uncle Jiu on the side laughed. He swayed a few times and said solemnly, "In my opinion, it's probably milk. Little Russell likes milk the most."

Qiusheng laughed.

Russell's face flushed red, "Master, how can you frame other people's innocence out of thin air, why do I like drinking milk?"

I was weak at the time. Drinking pure milk can supplement nutrition and vitamins to make my body stronger.

It's called science.

A group of soil turtles!

"The younger brother is right."

Qiu Sheng opened the box, and there was a scent of frankincense, and Russell subconsciously moved his nose.

smell good!

"It's goat's milk!"

Russell sniffed the fragrance in the air carefully, and then said confidently, "It must be goat's milk!"

Uncle Jiu smiled and said nothing.