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

But this kind of thing is still rare, once or twice a month is considered too much.

I feel that there are many ghosts, but that is because ghosts are rare and relatively rare. When one appears, people talk about it, as if they feel that they are around, and there are very few people who can see and experience it personally.

Even a Taoist priest like Uncle Jiu saw very few ghosts in a month, and most of them were found by others.

Uncle Jiu didn't think it was a ghost, but Luo Su didn't think so. He dug out the Yizhuang in the middle of the night and started patrolling the street quietly.

You know ghosts are a good thing!

Okay ghost, it's an employee Russell hasn't joined yet.

The bad ghost is the energy point that Russell has not yet recorded.

This thing is rare.

He just wanted to try to see if he could find this ghost.

If it was daytime, Russell would give up without saying a word. There are so many people and places, how do you ask him to find them?

But if it's night, it must be easier.

After all, in the empty streets, apart from those stunned young people who are not afraid of death, what else is there to say?

Russell has been following this Tiehantan security guard quietly for a long time, and this is his bait.

He was fishing, a big fish.

In order to get the fish to take the bait, Luo Su drove the phantom to quietly lie on Tan Baoan's shoulder, blowing away the fire on his shoulder.

A person has three fires, one above the head and two shoulders.

After blowing off the fire on his shoulders, Tan Baoan, a tall and thick man, is not much stronger than that woman.

Russell could inquire clearly that among the three people who died, two often went to brothels, and one often drank, was weak and sick, and liked to walk at night.

If you don't die, who will die?

And now, the fish came.

Russell put his hands behind his back and looked at the little girl with a smile, "Let me play with your ball, okay?"

The little girl showed a weird smile, stretched out her hands, and wanted to hand Russell the head that Tan Baoan didn't take just now.

She took two steps forward, and a strand of black hair spread quietly, reaching directly to her feet.

The little girl didn't pay attention, and was tripped and fell to the ground. The head in her hand rolled far away and rolled to Russell's side.

Russell looked helpless, "You little girl, you are so big that you can't even walk steadily, okay, now the ball is gone, and you can't play anymore."

He carefully looked at the little girl lying on the ground, and exclaimed again, "Hey, you are not touching porcelain, are you?"

Tan Baoan on the side was stunned, this little doll is also a ruthless person, the head is at his feet, but he can pretend not to see it.

He finally saw what it means to tell lies with real eyes.

The little girl got a little angry, and the consequences were naturally very serious. Her cold eyes looked at Russell closely, and her tone was very gloomy, "Don't you still have a ball here?"

"Oh!"

With a thought in his mind, two women's figures appeared, one was wearing a big red robe and the other was wet.

It is his two generals Hum Ha, the play ghost and the water ghost.

The water ghost's hair was long, with a strand of black hair floating, and the other end was at the little girl's feet.

The long hair shrank, directly and quickly restraining the little girl, she struggled hard, trying to break free.

The head of the person on the side started to shake, the phantom ghost took a step forward, his little feet stepped on the head directly, and the head didn't move at all.

This little girl has too little time to become a ghost. She is a newcomer among ghosts. How can she be the opponent of two old female ghosts?

After a while, the little girl gave up her resistance and was tightly bound by her long hair, hanging upside down in front of Russell.

Russell looked at it carefully, and couldn't help sighing, the chests of the two female ghosts behind him were like mountains.

This little girl said yes and no, and said no.

Ugh!

Russell took out the paper talisman from his pocket, and Tan Baoan who was beside him had already wobbled up from the ground.

The little female ghost was captured, so naturally he would no longer be affected.

"Little master, what are you going to do with this little boy?"

Tan Baoan looked at the little girl who was tied up, and at the talisman paper that Russell said in the fifth middle school.

"The little girl was a good person before she was alive. Although she made some mistakes, she is still a child. I hope the little master can send her to reincarnation."

She is still a child?

Russell was taken aback, and couldn't help but burst out laughing. He thought that he would only hear such words in his previous life, but he didn't expect to hear them again now.

It's really interesting.

If those three people with different heads and heads who could not be reincarnated in this life heard this sentence, no, those three lonely ghosts heard it.

Probably stomping his feet and scolding his mother angrily!

Russell took a look at Tan Baoan, he was a good old man, irritating and ridiculous, when he thought about it, the red-clothed ghost behind him looked straight at Tan Baoan.

Tan Baoan's eyes were lost, and he walked back to the original place, carrying the bicycle on the ground, and walked forward step by step.

Arriving at Erxian Bridge, under the bridge is the river water sparkling with moonlight.

He turned over and jumped, and fell directly into it with the car.

It has been more than half a month since the beginning of spring. The river water is not to say how cold it is, but it cannot be said how warm it is either.

Tan Baoan shuddered, woke up from the state of trance, and got up from inside in a panic.

Of course, there is also his bicycle, which is hard currency that he bought with great difficulty. He would not be willing to buy it if it was not for work.

"Damn it, why did you fall into the river?"

Tan Baoan cursed, felt a little strange, leaned his hand on his crotch, and found a fish.

He couldn't help but show joy, and he will have breakfast tomorrow.

He hummed a little song, got on his bicycle, seemed to have forgotten something, and rode staggeringly towards home.

On the other side, Russell had already pasted the paper figurine on the little girl's head.

"Paper man - ball ghost.

Origin: A girl from an ordinary family died of typhoid fever. She liked to play with the ball and was obsessed with it too much. After death, she turned into a ball ghost.

Ability 1: Ball ability +1, hitting the ball more and more, making the skill of hitting the ball very good.

Ability 2: It can turn human heads into balls, regardless of whether it is living or dead, the difference in strength should not be too great.

Russell twitched his lips. He had a chicken rib. With a pinch of his fingers, the paper figurine started to burn out of thin air, adding 20 energy points.

"Get off!"

The female ghost in red and the water ghost stretched out their hands, let Russell sit between their shoulders, and then floated down, towards Yizhuang.

Overworked tonight, Russell decided to go back and make up for it, so tired!

Chapter 26 Jingyang Temple on Jingyang Mountain

A hundred miles away from Renjia Town, there is a mountain called Jingyang Mountain. There is a temple on this mountain called Jingyang Temple. There is an old fairy in the temple.

It's called Jingyang Immortal.

He is not well-known on weekdays, but he is often enshrined by the villagers at the foot of the mountain. They don't ask for good weather or a full house of children and grandchildren, but only for peace of mind.

It just happened to be a good year, and the Jingyang Temple was still full of incense. During the Chinese New Year and festivals, people would come to the temple to offer incense and ask for a fortune.

As for whether it works or not, few people can say for sure.

The statue of Jingyang Daxian is an old woman, looking amiable and amiable, which makes people feel close.

"Damn the weather!"

Outside the temple, a person was walking along the mountain road with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

But looking up at the temple in front of him, the man's eyes were full of joy, and he couldn't care less about complaining, so he came to the gate of the temple in a hurry.

He is here today to do business, a big business, if it succeeds, he will not talk about prosperity and wealth for the rest of his life, at least he will not have to face the loess and his back to the sky.

Give it a go, the shotgun under the crotch becomes a cannon.

He took a deep breath, and opened the door of Jingyang Immortal's temple. It was a little dark inside, and the rain last night made the temple a bit damp and cold, and the chill was penetrating to the bones.

He had long been used to it, and walked straight into the temple with one step, bent his legs, and knelt down in front of the statue skillfully.

"Great Immortal Jingyang, I brought the things here."

As soon as the words fell, the statue in front of him shook, and it was directly carved into a real person, an old woman.

Her face was full of kindness, like a bodhisattva who saved the suffering and the world, but her voice was a little hoarse, "I'm sure it belongs to him."

"Yes."

The person kneeling on the ground didn't even dare to lift his head, and respectfully took out the clothes from his arms.

"The villain squatted outside Yizhuang for three days. When he saw them going out, he stole the things. It was definitely his, and nothing wrong could happen."

In his hand was a pair of obscene pants, judging from the size and color, it was clearly a child's.

The old woman took the obscene trousers from the man's hand, put them in front of her eyes, took a closer look, then sniffed them, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"That's the taste, you did a great job!"

The man was overjoyed, according to his experience, he had handled this matter very beautifully, Immortal Jingyang was very satisfied, so the rewards of gold, silver and jewels were naturally quite a lot.

With the money, I will go to Goulan tonight to see the beauties and listen to the music. How happy this little fairy is!

But he was also a little depressed, why did Immortal Jingyang let him steal other people's obscene pants?

Do you have any special hobbies?

Just as he was thinking, a strange smell filled his nose, and there seemed to be some yellow mist in the temple.

He subconsciously took two breaths, and then felt dizzy, his limbs were weak, and his body could no longer exert any strength, so he slowly fell to one side.