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

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Chapter 35

Russell was like a rootless duckweed, floating between the sky and the earth. Only now did he understand why Uncle Jiu would light a stick of incense every time he practiced.

Said it was a calming incense.

Russell originally thought that the effect similar to his asceticism was used to clear the mind of distracting thoughts.

Now he realizes that it turns out that the thing is to fix the soul.

Gusts of wind came, and Russell felt a biting chill, as if he had fallen into an ice cave at minus 40 degrees, and his heart was so cold.

Master, help!

Russell opened his mouth, and gusts of cold wind howled directly, he could only close his mouth, praying silently in his heart.

A golden light came from the backyard, which was extraordinarily bright in the dark night. Russell immediately felt a lot warmer all over, and no longer shivered by the cold wind.

He opened his mouth wide and looked at the glittering golden room, what's the matter?

A gentle voice came from the glittering golden room, "So it's Xiao Fengjiao's apprentice, who cultivates the Yin God, and he's not guarding by the side! Nonsense!"

A golden figure floated in mid-air, hazy, unable to see clearly.

Russell was startled, and his face suddenly became happy, "Russo pays respects to Patriarch, this is the first time we meet, do you know what gift Patriarch has for meeting you?"

The golden figure froze obviously, as if shocked by Russell's brazenness.

With a wave of his hand, Luo Shu felt a slap on the back of the head out of thin air, and his whole body flew away.

"Xiaopihouzi, like Xiaofengjiao, is a monkey spirit, but."

The figure pondered for a while, "I remember that little monkey is only eight years old, and he has reached Yinshen after only half a month of cultivation, and his speed is almost catching up with the patriarch and me."

Back then, it took him eight months to cultivate to Yinshen.

There is not much difference between half a month and eight months.

The figure gradually dissipated, leaving only a murmuring voice, "Interesting, another genius like me?"

"Blessed is Maoshan!"

Russell was slapped far away by that slap, and he was photographed directly into a house. As soon as he entered the house, there was no whistling wind, and Russell also stood firm.

A large group of white flowers suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Russell was startled, and after a closer look, he was immediately disappointed. It turned out to be the white ass of the master.

Uncle Jiu is taking a bath!

At this time, a warm current surged into his heart, and Russell hurriedly took a few breaths, operating according to the scriptures of the Dadong Sutra of the Shangqing Dadong.

The warm current flowed faster and faster, and soon spread all over Russell's body. At this moment, Russell only felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring, extremely refreshing, and his soul felt powerful.

Russell suddenly realized that this hot flow was most likely the meeting ceremony of the patriarch just now.

He couldn't help but feel complacent, fortunately he has a thick skin, otherwise, he would not have benefited so much.

Sure enough!

Without morals, anything is possible!

At this time, Uncle Jiu was still humming a little tune, taking a leisurely bath, not even knowing that something ran into his room.

Although he has the Dharma Eye, but that consumes a lot of mana, a decent person, who would keep the Dharma Eye open?

Just install surveillance with serious people, who will keep staring at the surveillance?

Unless there's a pretty girl in it.

Naturally, Uncle Jiu was the same, he took a leisurely bath, and today was a day, but he was too busy.

Early in the morning, before dawn, they were called to get rid of ghosts.

After finally finishing his work, he went to the corpse maker to discuss matters and arrange a funeral.

These are all troublesome things.

At night, paper money will be printed again, and these people will be buried in the coffin and burned for them to take away.

When you get to the Yincao Difu, you have some money in hand, so you can buy some family business and make a living there.

If you don't have any money, you may not be able to enter the ghost gate, so you will stay outside and sell coolies. When you earn enough money, you can enter the customs, cleanse your sins, walk on the Naihe Bridge, and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup.

Without Uncle Jiu's help, it might take hundreds of years to be like those ghosts.

Uncle Jiu lay back, and he bought a big bathtub specially for the purpose of taking a comfortable bath.

Men, when there are no women, they just have to be nice to themselves.

Be a refined man.

He was soaking comfortably, when he suddenly felt a slight chill on his neck, Uncle Jiu subconsciously slapped him, and the chill was gone.

He narrowed his eyes and turned around slowly. When encountering such a situation, remember not to turn around quickly, as it is easy to extinguish the fire on his shoulders.

People are three points afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are seven points afraid of people. They rely on two fires on their shoulders and one fire on top of their heads. Normally, little ghosts dare not enter a human body, let alone harm others.

Uncle Jiu shrugged his nose, looking a little puzzled. He often dealt with ghosts, and he was already familiar with the smell of ghosts.

The smell of goblins is the best to distinguish, and ghosts also have a special feeling, but he can't feel them!

How is this going?

"Edict!"

With a wave of his sword finger, Uncle Jiu touched his eyes lightly, and instantly opened his eyes.

After sweeping across, there is nothing strange in the room, and there is no ghost figure, as if it was all an illusion just now.

He turned around a few times, but found nothing abnormal.

"It's weird."

Uncle Jiu slowly lowered his guard, thinking that he was too tired during the day and had hallucinations at night. After all, it was just a cold wind blowing from his neck, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

He lay back down slowly, closed his eyes, and thought quietly.

Wencai is old, dull, and stupid. He is not a business material, nor is he a seedling of Taoism. Maybe he should be allowed to start a family and start a business.

Look back and find a place with good geomantic omen, buy him a good house, marry a wife, and become a rich man with peace of mind. Not to mention being too rich, at least he will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

Qiu Sheng, with a glib tongue and a bit of a genius for cultivating Taoism, is too obsessed with the world to concentrate on cultivating Taoism. He is an uncarved jade.

Uncle Jiu pondered in his heart, he might have to arrange some means to make Qiu Sheng raise his temper, and stop being so impatient.

This is not a good thing.

How to change a person's personality?

Uncle Jiu couldn't help thinking of the dramas he often watched, the hero saves the beauty, and the hero saddens the beauty.

Well, yes, it's a good way, I will arrange it after a while, there are no beauties, are there still few female ghosts?

As for little apprentice Russell?

Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel a little relieved. He is a very sensible kid, talented and intelligent. He has extraordinary talent in paper figurines. Maybe he can use paper figurines to make a way and become another Maoshan patriarch.

I, Lin Jiu, have a successor!

Just as he sighed with emotion, he heard a strange sound. He opened his eyes and saw a white piece of paper floating down from the roof.

As soon as Uncle Jiu stretched out his hand, he directly held the white paper firmly. On it was a picture of a person with no clothes on, white and round, with three big characters next to it.

Lin Fengjiao!

"squeak!"

Uncle Jiu gritted his teeth angrily, stared at him, and saw Russell holding his belly on the beam and laughing.

He silently retracted the thought just now, turned around, and directly pulled out the long belt on the trousers beside the bathtub.

today!

Kill the apprentice to prove the truth!

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Chapter 36 Peerless Ruthless Man - Four Eyes

"Master, I feel a little pain."

"Humph!"

"Master, I can't breathe."

"Humph!"

"Master, I'm dead!"

"Humph!"

"Master, if you ignore me again, I'm really dead!"

"Ugh!"

Uncle Jiu sighed, looked at the accidentally drawn crooked spell on the table, and couldn't help shaking his head.

As soon as he raised his head, Russell was hung on the beam, sticking out his little tongue, looking at him pitifully.

And what was hanging him was Uncle Jiu's belt, which was thin and long, and Russell couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.

Uncle Jiu was holding his trousers in his left hand, while his right hand was still calmly drawing a spell, "Reflect on me, if you don't hit me for three days, and you go to the house to expose the tiles, I'm going to trick you, master, on my head, hmph!"

"Master, I'm really uncomfortable. I've been hanging for half an hour."

Russell was pitiful, and his two little eyes were about to shed tears.

This made Uncle Jiu laugh angrily, "You're out of your body, it's not like hanging yourself, what's the discomfort?"

"I think back then, your four-eyed uncle was hung up by your ancestor for a day, and nothing happened, so he was still alive and kicking."