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

Thick, thick, thick thighs, the key is to know, maybe you can still hug them.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his old face.

"My master is not here. If you want to buy him a drink, you probably have to go to Renjia Town to find him."

Ever since Old Chen was turned into a red-haired old monster and Uncle Jiu transformed him back, Old Chen often went to drink with Uncle Jiu.

Thank you in name, but secretly I still want to get Uncle Jiu's prescription for invigorating the kidney.

Russell pulled out a piece of hair from his head, took a sharp breath, the hair turned fiery red, fell lightly, and fell on the river in an instant, burning the trapped black hair instantly.

The black air visible to the naked eye spread, faintly mixed with the sound of wailing and faint crying.

"Daoist be careful!"

Father Chen rubbed his eyes, his black hair was burning, and there were bursts of black air coming out, but when he blinked, countless black shadows seemed to surge under the river.

Densely packed, vaguely seeing countless faces, grinning, greedily sucking something?

Some had red eyes, staring at them viciously.

Where did Old Chen see this kind of battle, surrounded by ghosts, fierce and fierce, as if they were about to eat them.

Not to mention him, even that old man Chen couldn't bear it, desperately waving the corpse stick in his hand.

He knew very well in his heart that if he fell into this water, he would definitely become a scapegoat, and it would be even more difficult to reincarnate.

There seems to be something wrong with the corpse-picking stick in his hand, and those ghosts can't swing it away at all.

"Ah!"

Russell laughed softly, "I'm really courting death!"

He stomped his feet violently, the surface of the river trembled instantly, countless white thunder and lightning shuttled under the water, all the ghosts ran away in fright, and then turned into black smoke.

With this kick, Father Chen and Old Chen were instantly stunned. The more they compared, the more they felt that the corpse hunter was a bit overwhelmed.

Russell wanted to leave at first, but then thought of old Chen Tou because he had changed several jobs, traveled to several places, and was a rare old acquaintance.

After thinking for a while, he took out a penny from his pocket, stretched out his finger to touch his tongue, and stained the copper coin with some saliva.

Then he casually threw it to Old Chen, "Go back and take a red string and hang it around your neck. It is more useful than the stick in your hand."

Old Chen looked happy, and Father Chen also rubbed his hands excitedly. Just as Luo Su was about to leave, he suddenly spoke again.

"Prince Daoist, please stay. I fished out an evil thing from the bottom of the Yangtze River a few days ago. I wonder if Master Daoist has time to take a look?"

"What evil thing?"

"The coffin with the yellow talisman on it is locked with a chain, so it doesn't look like a good thing."

ps: 6500 words today, hey, isn’t it short?

Chapter 212 'Caution'

Why is the coffin not buried in the soil, but placed in the Yangtze River?

Do you want your ancestors to have a legendary speed and passion down the river?

Russell just wanted to complain about such an unreliable behavior, but then he thought, this could not be another bloody coffin like that Yellow River Zombie King.

The legendary zombie king was nailed into the heart, and those few who were greedy for money and refused to listen to persuasion rushed to the street.

Russell rubbed his chin, although he said that it happened in the Yellow River, but the world is so big, there might be something in the Yangtze River.

He nodded, and Father Chen immediately beamed with joy. Originally, he was still worried about getting the coffin, but now that he had such a thigh, the boulder in his heart instantly fell to the ground.

When a normal person encounters such a wicked coffin, he might be curious and open it to have a look, but as a corpse collector, Old Man Chen knows very well what taboos and rules are!

With Luo Su's clear support, Father Chen's movements were extraordinarily nimble. He called on Old Chen to help him, and quickly fished up the female corpse floating on the river.

After leaving the river, the unpleasant smell wafted out. Old Chen still couldn't help but vomit. Father Chen has long been used to it.

He has been a corpse fisherman in the Yangtze River for decades, and he has recovered two hundred corpses if not three hundred. The more he sees and hears, the more he sees it.

This is not bad. It is autumn now, the temperature is not very high, and the temperature in the river is also very balanced.

If it's summer, the taste...

Father Chen couldn't help but think of the past, when his father said he had to go to school by himself, whipping himself with a whip.

It's a pity that I didn't understand at that time, with the vigor and pretentiousness of young people, why couldn't I sit in the lecture hall and learn a few lines from the old gentleman.

Ugh!

The family is poor and still doesn't know how to make progress. He still remembers the look that his father looked at him back then, just like he looks at old Chen Tou now.

Russell looked at the two silently, and suddenly remembered the four eyes on the boat. He hadn't told him when he got down, and he didn't know how long it would take to go out this time.

He took out a paper crane from his bosom, put it in his palm and blew lightly, the paper crane suddenly came alive, flapping its wings and flying in the air.

"hiss!"

Old man Chen couldn't help but gasped when he saw it, his eyes were full of envy.

This is the real Taoism, the Taoism of subjugating demons and eliminating demons, something they will never be able to touch in their entire lives.

"I have something to do, it will take a while, Uncle Master, take care to protect a ship, and don't let the monster take advantage of it."

The Yangtze River is mighty, giving birth to thousands of creatures, and demons and ghosts emerge in endlessly. He doesn't want anything to happen on board.

With a light wave of Luo Su, the paper crane circled three times before disappearing into the sky in a stream of light, which made Father Chen go crazy.

"Let's go!"

With his hands behind his back, Russell seemed to have the appearance of Uncle Ninth, "If it's too late, I'll have dinner at your house."

"Hahahaha!"

Father Chen patted his chest, "That's what it should be, what it should be."

It takes a lot of money to ask people to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and money is not enough, it also depends on favors and connections.

As the old saying goes, money can turn ghosts around. First of all, you have to have that much money.

Old man Chen walked ahead in the boat, and Luo Su followed far behind, stepping forward step by step on the water.

One disadvantage of cultivating the Tao is that the five sense organs are too sensitive and the nose smells too clearly.

Stepping on the Yangtze River, the people who saw the fishing boats next to them were stunned, and some almost knelt down and worshiped the gods.

Busy and busy, Father Chen tied up the female corpse with a special fishing net. This thing cannot be touched with hands, otherwise it will be difficult to wash off.

Lifting the corpse with both hands, the ten-meter-long corpse stick fell into Russell's hands.

This is the ancestral treasure of the corpse hunter, let alone an outsider, even Old Chen has never touched it a few times.

Every time Mr. Chen used him, he would specially wash his hands with incense.

However, there was no taboo for Russell. On the contrary, Father Chen still had a happy face. This is a corpse stick that was touched by the little god.

But soon, Father Chen's expression froze, and he saw Russell behind him playing with the stick in his hand very curiously.

Huhuhaha, there are no flowers and plants standing up along the way.

Fortunately for Mr. Chen, there were no trees on the road, or the tree died, or he died with a stick.

Perhaps because he noticed the strange look in Old Man Chen's eyes, Russell touched his nose in embarrassment, holding the corpse stick tightly with his right hand, and a brilliant white light flashed from his hand.

The corpse fishing stick also became emerald green, and the black paw prints on both ends of the stick receded like layers of frost under the scorching sun, turning into black smoke and dissipating in the air.

Sweeping left and right, the corpse stick landed on Russell's shoulders, and he put his arms around without a teacher, looking extraordinarily relaxed.

Walking through a field stalk, there are three adobe houses at the end. Obviously, the countryside here has not kept up with the pace of the times and used that cement to build houses.

Compared with those cement houses, this house made of yellow mud and rammed earth obviously feels a lot damper.

Pushing open the courtyard door, a gust of wind came, and two fallen leaves slowly floated down from the courtyard.

Russell saw the coffin placed in the yard at a glance. There was some knowledge about the arrangement, and he didn't understand why.

But at least in Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu also put it like this.

Russell stuck the corpse stick on the ground and strode towards the coffin, while Father Chen and Old Chen carried the female corpse to the corner of the courtyard.

In the corner of the yard, a pool was artificially built, and the liquid inside was green and shiny, and it was unknown secret.

The two put the female corpse in gently, and the taste improved immediately.

Only then did Old Chen slowly heave a sigh of relief, everything is going well now, the only thing he owes is the east wind.

The pool in front of it is called the floating corpse pool, which is used to temporarily store floating corpses, which can block the smell and prevent the smell from spreading.

Corpse hunters usually store the corpse in their own home when they catch the corpse, and it's not because of the immoral behavior of touching the jewelry of the dead.

It is a very unlucky thing to carry a dead person into someone else's house, even if it is someone's relative.

"Go and tell him, let him bring the shroud and coffin to fetch."

Father Chen looked at Old Chen and told him, "It's from the east of the village. There is a white talisman hanging on the door of the house. Don't make any noise when you go, just find the man."

"I can save it, father."

"One more thing." Father Chen lowered his voice, "Go to the house next door to borrow two wives, buy more good things, and let the Taoist priest have a meal. They saved our lives."

"I can save it."

Old Chen nodded, washed his hands, changed his clothes, and went out quickly. Normally, it was just him and two elders, and pickles were all they needed for rice.

A distinguished guest came today, so I had to ask someone to hold a spoon if I said anything.

The best cooking skills in their village are in the provincial capital, and it is too far away now, so they can only invite two wives from other families to cook.

Father Chen quickly changed into clean clothes, came to the courtyard, watched Russell who was carefully sizing up the coffin without making a sound, and just stood there quietly.

This coffin is really weird, it looks to be two meters long, the whole body is dark, covered with mud, but there is no rotten place, and it feels cold when touched lightly.

When Father Chen salvaged it, he could tell at first sight that the coffin was unusual, and that was why he didn't send the coffin back.

One is the fear of committing a taboo. As the saying goes, it is easy to invite God but it is difficult to send God away, but it is difficult to send God away after provoking one.

Leaving the coffin, there is trouble, at least I can ask someone to look at it.

Two, if Old Man Chen read it correctly, this coffin is a good gloomy wood.

The best of gloomy wood, moisture-proof, anti-corrosion and insect-proof, it was only available to the ancient royal family, high officials and noble ministers.