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

what.

How is this going?

As soon as Uncle Jiu bent over, the young man circled on the ground and spun around in place, just not wanting Uncle Jiu to see his face.

Unexpectedly, Russell saw it clearly.

He looked surprised, "Ah, isn't this Mao Shanming?"

Mao Shanming?

Uncle Jiu's face darkened, and he stretched out his hand, grabbed Mao Shanming's neck, and turned his face to him.

Taking a closer look, although his face was covered with mud and some bruises, he could still tell that it was indeed Mao Shanming.

This is the second meeting between Uncle Jiu and Mao Shanming. The last time, Mao Shanming was in Dawangzhuang, and wanted to use ghosts to deceive Old Master Liu and cheat some money.

In the end, Uncle Jiu chased him up and gave him a good warning, telling him not to raise ghosts and do such deceitful things again.

At that time, Mao Shanming fully agreed, but how long has it been since he stopped raising ghosts, and instead ran over to steal other people's corpses for a ghost marriage?

Uncle Jiu was a little angry at this moment.

And Mao Shanming, who was lying on the ground, changed his face, and cried out in his heart, "Unlucky, unlucky, he is like a fool, why did he lose when he met again?"

As if he remembered something, he fumbled around in a panic, found a small gourd, and threw it far away.

The gourd jumped over the crowd and landed on the roof in the distance, making a snap, but the sound was very crisp.

Everyone's eyes were blurred, but Russell seemed to think of something, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, "You bastard is raising ghosts again, no wonder."

Raising ghosts has its disadvantages, but if it's a regular one, it's okay. Taoist priests like them use incense to raise ghosts, but it's not bad.

However, Mao Shanming is a pirated version, and he took all of them, and he took them all with him.

No wonder he was able to encounter such unlucky things as being caught stealing a corpse, and he happened to meet Uncle Jiu.

You know, Uncle Jiu hadn't left Renjia Town too far for more than ten years, but he moved to Jiuquan Town, and he ran into him.

It's really unlucky.

Russell thought of it, and Uncle Jiu naturally thought of it too. He looked at the gourd on the roof, and the mouth of the gourd had already been opened.

But fortunately, it was sunny outside, and the kid inside did not dare to come out.

Uncle Nine frowned, and stretched out his hand to Russell, who immediately understood, and handed over the prop behind him.

In fact, it is the usual pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as black dog blood and cinnabar.

Generally, when you go to the Earth Master, facing such a brat, you can slap him to death with a single slap. This is for Russell.

But Uncle Jiu is different, people are divided into good and bad, and ghosts are divided into good and bad. He is just a Taoist priest, and if it is not a critical moment, he will not beat ghosts to death.

Most of the time, the ghosts are collected and sent to the underworld, and let them judge whether the ghosts are good or bad.

A good reincarnation, a bad one, naturally it is the [-] levels of hell for who knows how many years.

Uncle Jiu took out the bamboo tube that he had prepared earlier, poked it with his finger, and it immediately turned red. It contained black dog's blood and cinnabar.

Stir it back and forth, and the two fingers not only turn red, but also shine.

"lead!"

Seeing him whispering, the mixture in the bamboo tube suddenly floated up and shuttled back and forth between his fingers.

"Suppress ghosts!"

Uncle Jiu waved his fingers in the air, and suddenly the mixture formed strange patterns, which turned into a beam of light and printed on the gourd.

A scream was vaguely heard, and the mouth of the gourd was slowly sealed again.

No matter how much the kid inside tried to run away, he couldn't escape.

Mao Shanming's eyes were red, this is his treasure for making money!

Feeling sad for a moment, I couldn't help but wailed to the sky.

"No!"

"I'm so miserable!"

Chapter 249 The paper figurine speaks quickly

At this time, Mao Shanming's mentality is broken. Do you know how difficult it is for him?

Do you know how hard it is for him to find a few little ghosts?

Do you know how much he suffered?

Do you know that he is on the grave, his mouth is worn out, and how many words he spent to deceive a fool?

In the end, they were all gone. They were cut off by Uncle Jiu twice. Not only did they not get cheated of money, they even lost their capital.

Mao Shanming's eyes were resentful, like a salted fish who had lost his dream, he lay down on the ground without moving.

Looking at him like this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, what's wrong with such a young man, why did he cheat?

If you want to take such a crooked way, even if you go to the wharf to work hard, you have to live with a bit of backbone.

At this moment, he couldn't help thinking of his two apprentices, Qiusheng Wencai, although he didn't like to practice Taoism very much, he didn't know how to do such things.

It can also be regarded as being influenced by him. Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel a little relieved, even if he is a good person, he must never be a bad person.

On the other side, Russell flew up to the roof, holding the gourd in his hand, looked left and right carefully, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

This turned out to be a magic weapon, and it was not a simple magic weapon. It looked like it had been refined by others, and it was often used.

Where did Mao Shanming get it?How could he use magic weapons?

Russell looked down, running his mana, his eyes flickered with white light, and looked at Mao Shanming carefully, which immediately surprised him.

This guy actually has magic power, obviously the last time we met, he was just an ordinary person.

Although it seems that he knows some Taoism and raises little ghosts, it's up to anyone, as long as he understands the rules.

Taking a closer look, Mao Shanming's mana fluctuations are not small, almost catching up with Wen Cai.

This……

Russell calculated, the last time they met, it should not have been five months, five months, self-taught, from an ordinary person to a personal teacher, embarked on the road of cultivation.

He couldn't help being a little surprised in his heart. He really didn't expect that Mao Shanming had some talent. Even though he was just on the road of cultivation, this was enough to stop ninety-nine percent of people.

Russell's eyes flickered, he touched his chin with his hand, and fell into curious contemplation, could this guy be the little protagonist?

Or did you jump off the cliff and survive, what treasure inheritance did you pick up?

"Master, this guy seems to have entered the Tao!"

In the end, Russell still told Uncle Jiu about this discovery. As a true disciple of Maoshan, he didn't care about other inheritances.

At least in this world, there are few who are better than Maoshan inheritance.

He not only has Maoshan's inheritance in his hand, but also Fang Laomo's, Zhuge Wuhou's, it's so direct!

Hearing Luo Su's words, Uncle Jiu was also taken aback, and looked carefully at Mao Shanming. Sure enough, the breath on his body was weak, but he had indeed entered the Tao.

But he didn't ask too much, the world is too big, and there are countless inheritances. As a descendant of Maoshan, Uncle Nine would naturally not force others' inheritances.

Even if Mao Shan Ming gave it to him, Uncle Jiu would not learn it. This is his pride as a Mao Shan disciple.

But he asked another question, "Mao Shanming, no, Amin!"

Uncle Jiu always felt that it was weird to be called Mao Shanming. Isn't the Kung Fu of this three-legged cat the one who lost Mao Shan?

He changed his words immediately, "Amin, let me ask you, where did you put the corpse you stole, and hand it over quickly."

The villagers on the side stared at him, and there were even two or three strong young men holding their sleeves, eager to come forward to extract a confession.

When Mao Shanming saw this momentum, he didn't know what he thought of, his head stiffened, and his mouth was very stubborn.

"Hmph, if I don't say it, I won't say it, and I won't say it even if I'm killed!"

This arrogant attitude really annoyed the people around, if Uncle Jiu hadn't stopped him, Mao Shanming would have been blown away!

Mao Shanming's mouth was stiff, and he could not help but hug his head with his hands. He thought clearly, if he didn't pay, he would be beaten at most.

He wandered the streets since he was a child, picked up food as a beggar, was looked down upon by others, and was beaten too much. Anyway, his bones were tough and he was cheap, so he didn't care about the beating.

The main one, Mao Shanming, has spotted Uncle Jiu here. He has a good understanding of Uncle Jiu's character. He is kind-hearted and has a low face.

The little ghost on his body was taken away by Uncle Jiu, and it would take at least half a month to find another little ghost, and it would cost a lot of materials.

If you don't hand over the corpse, wait for the limelight to pass, and then smuggle the corpse out to match someone else with a ghost marriage, and you will get a sum of money.

With that sum of money, Mao Shanming can make a comeback and won't starve to death!

One is to hand over the body, starve for half a month, and die in poverty without being beaten.

And the other one refused to hand over the body, at most he was beaten severely, but there was still hope of a comeback.

Mao Shanming uses his toes to choose, and he knows how to do it.

He swore to the death with his mouth, he held his head with his hands tightly, half curled up on the ground, and he was very experienced in being beaten.

Curling up like this, holding your head, you won't be severely injured, even if your bones are broken, you can still recover.

This rogue's appearance made the surrounding villagers stare in anger. They only knew that this Mao Shanming stole their village's corpse, and he was so arrogant!

Uncle Jiu shook his head. Seeing Mao Shanming like this, he naturally knew that it was useless to reason with him.

He pondered for a while, then turned his head and called to Russell on the roof, "Little Russell, give me one of your paper dolls."

"Ah, you want my paper doll again?"

Luo Su, who was eating melons, was hit by the trick, and with a look of reluctance, he took out a paper figurine from his bosom, and it fell into Uncle Jiu's palm.

Mao Shanming, who was lying on the ground, shrank his body, and suddenly felt a pain in his head. Who pulled out his hair?

"what!"

Taking advantage of the cinnabar and chicken blood on his fingers, Uncle Jiu simply drew a few strokes on the paper figurine, and stuffed Mao Shanming's hair into it.

His right hand turned into a sword finger, standing upright in front of him, chanting words.

"Using incense as a guide, using talismans as proof, the supernatural possesses the soul, as controlled by me! Hurry up like a law, order!"