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

Look at this, tsk tsk tsk, I'm afraid it's missing a kidney!

"Take this herbal medicine, suffer for an hour, and give it to the bold."

Uncle Jiu handed the package of herbal medicine to the old man, and the two talked while walking, and Uncle Jiu also gave some special instructions.

It can be said to be a very troublesome thing to cook yang qi soup. Not only do you need aphrodisiac medicine, but you also need strange ingredients. The steps of decocting medicine are extremely cumbersome.

Russell looked down at the bold man, thoughtful in his heart, lack of yang energy?

He quietly took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket, and continued to draw it from his pocket, but it was a pity that it wasn't Doraemon's treasure bag, no matter how he touched left or right, he couldn't find anything.

Russell smiled awkwardly, he seemed to have forgotten to bring ink again.

However, he rolled his eyes, and there was nothing wrong with the ink.

I saw Russell quietly turned his head away, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, sticking out his little tongue to lick left and right, some lines gradually appeared on the talisman paper.

With a flash of light, a yang energy talisman will be enough.

Russell looked at the talisman in his hand and nodded with satisfaction. To be honest, this talisman was the second time he used it.

The first victim was naturally Xiao Xiaosheng. Russell posted five or six pictures for him at the time. As for the effect?

This guy would lie on top of his wall in the middle of the night and ask him quietly if he still had amulets, just like selling movies on the overpass.

Russell was left speechless by him, he is a serious Taoist priest, not a movie seller, ah bah, not a dishonest spell seller.

He lowered his head, this bold lack of yang qi, his yang qi talisman replenishes yang qi, according to the Chinese tradition, it should be fine to make up for what is lacking and eat what is lacking.

Russell quietly slapped the Yang Qi Talisman in his hand on Bold's face, and felt something was wrong as soon as he finished.

This is a person, not a ghost. You can hit a ghost in the face, but you can't hit a person.

He glanced at Uncle Jiu quietly, luckily Uncle Jiu didn't see it, otherwise he would definitely be scolded again.

"Cough cough..."

I don't know if it was because the Yang Qi Talisman took effect very quickly, or because Russell's slap was a bit heavy, but the bold one woke up in a daze.

This immediately attracted the attention of Uncle Jiu and the old man.

The old man saw the talisman floating on his face, looked at little Russell, and then gave Uncle Jiu a thumbs up in Russell's astonished eyes.

"Lin Daochang is indeed a fairy descended to earth! It's amazing, it's amazing!"

Uncle Jiu was also taken aback, his eyes lit up even more when he saw the yang energy talisman, there is something about this talisman!

He calmly tore off the talisman paper from Bold's face, and stuffed it quietly into his sleeve.

Good stuff, go back and think about it.

The little apprentice's is mine!

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Chapter 82 This goblin is so righteous (seeking the first order)

"Wake up, wake up!"

Seeing that Uncle Jiu had just arrived, Na Bold resigned to his fate and turned the crisis into safety, causing the surrounding villagers to explode.

I drop a good boy.

Isn't that what a fairy is?

Their eyes became more and more reverent, and there was some doubts in their hearts, but now they are completely gone.

Hearing the compliments around him, Uncle Jiu remained calm on the surface, but his heart was filled with joy. He was holding back, but he couldn't laugh, he was a Taoist leader!

The man boldly woke up, but his state was still a bit wrong. Uncle Jiu frowned, looked at him carefully, and couldn't help cursing angrily.

"His grandma's, so fucking greedy!"

He originally thought that the plantain tree spirit just sucked Yang Qi, but unexpectedly, it even sucked away its soul.

When Uncle Jiu scolded him like this, the old man also saw that something was wrong, he didn't know what happened, he looked bold and foolish, and hated iron for being weak.

He kicked it directly, "You are a daring thing!"

If it weren't for this guy's lust and daring, how could it be possible to make such a fuss?

This action of the old man startled Uncle Jiu immediately, Uncle Jiu hurriedly dissuaded him, but the old man quietly stuffed a few pieces of ocean in his hand.

I saw the old man pleading, "Lin Daochang, please save me!"

"It's not that I don't want to save, I still need to prepare something."

Uncle Jiu looked at the dark plantain grove on the other side of the Baomi field. It was really difficult to find a special one among so many plantains.

"Don't hesitate to order." The old man showed joy, and he was as happy as a child.

Uncle Jiu didn't speak, just looked at him like that, playing with these pieces of ocean in his hands, with some amusement in his eyes, the old man was too anxious, not like a village chief should do.

The old man suddenly realized, and patted his head with his hands suddenly, "I was negligent, and I will trouble the Taoist priest at night, I will pay more!"

As he spoke, he took out more than a dozen yuan from his pocket, and as soon as he took it out, he was greeted with an earthy smell, with some dirt on it.

Uncle Jiu cast a glance, frowned slightly, and neither stretched out his hand nor spoke.

The old man hastily wiped the soil on the ocean with his clothes, and hurriedly explained, "This ocean is not fished from the grave, I buried it in the soil myself."

The appearance of this ocean is really like making money from dead people.

The old man turned his head cautiously. The villagers were several zhang away from them. Then he felt relieved and whispered, "This is the old man's private money for half of my life. The family controls it tightly, so it can only be hidden in the soil."

As he said that, the old man reluctantly touched those oceans, which he had exchanged for more than ten years of savings, and had been hidden in the soil for less than a year.

If it hadn't been for the bold accident this time, he would never have taken it out.

Uncle Jiu took a look at the ocean in his hand. The tattoo on it was not a dragon, which meant that it was not the Dragon Ocean of the Guangxu period. There was a head printed on the ocean, and it belonged to Sun Yat-sen upon closer inspection.

"Sun Xiaotou."

Uncle Jiu nodded. If it was unearthed from the tomb, it must be Long Yang, not Sun Xiaotou, nor the current Yuan Datou.

He took the few yuan in his hand, and then pushed away the ocean in the old man's hand, and charged wages for helping people cast down demons and eliminate demons. This is normal, but you can't charge too much.

This is Uncle Jiu's principle, sometimes he doesn't even charge money.

After receiving the money, he naturally had to work. Uncle Jiu still asked a question that he had always wanted to ask. He wanted to wait for the old man to say it, but the old man seemed to keep getting it wrong.

"Old man, is this bold to tell you?"

Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes. Although the old man didn't say anything, the worry in his eyes couldn't be faked.

This is by no means a simple relationship with the villagers, even he couldn't help but gossip.

The old man blushed and waved his hands, "It's all the mistakes I made when I was young."

In just one sentence, hundreds of episodes of TV series can be filmed.

Uncle Jiu looked at the old man with a strange smile, and looked at the old man's face. His fate should be on this bold man.

He waved his sleeves, and his whole aura changed, and a sense of righteousness emerged spontaneously, which made the villagers in the distance stand in awe.

Uncle Jiu looked serious, and told the old man, "Go find a boy and come here. This plantain forest is too big, and it's a bit difficult to catch a monster. Someone must go in and act as an introduction!"

The old man nodded, turned around and yelled, "Come on, a boy, the Taoist priest needs a man!"

The villagers looked at each other in blank dismay, then turned around and ran back. In an instant, all the lively crowd ran away.

This way is so abnormal!

And a man!

The old man didn't know what happened, he watched the villagers run away in a daze.

Uncle Jiu was also completely speechless. Looking at the old man, he suddenly felt that he was more unreliable than his apprentice Wen Cai Qiusheng?

If he was his apprentice, he would have already slapped him, why didn't he get enlightened?

"Old man!"

At this point, all the villagers who watched the excitement had run away, Jiu Shu and his father thought together, it seemed that no one was willing to do such a thing of seducing a female goblin except his own apprentice.

Even with his title of Daoist leader, he still can't stand it, after all, his life is his own.

Uncle Jiu sighed, but didn't say anything. It's human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. He turned his head and told the old man, "Go to the village and get something out."

"A long red rope, a pair of dragon and phoenix candles, by the way, and a mirror."

A pair of dragon and phoenix candles, a red string.

Burn dragon and phoenix candles every night, and join ghosts every night.

This is to wrap one end of the red rope around the dragon and phoenix candle and put it outside the door, and pull the other end to your hand, and light the dragon and phoenix candle. This is a good way to attract ghosts.

Naturally, Uncle Ninth was not doing that nasty thing, but wanted to lure the Banana Fairy to show up and take back the bold soul.

These are not rare things, the old man nodded hastily, looked down at the foolishly bold, couldn't help feeling a little distressed in his heart, turned around and walked away quickly, he didn't look like a 60-year-old old man at all, I really don't know How did you go so fast.

Russell yawned; he was getting close to bedtime.

Uncle Jiu patted his head, feeling a little bored, I'm afraid he will spend the night here, and if the bold soul can't be found for a while, he will be one step closer to the gate of hell.

It is not difficult to get rid of the demon, but it is difficult to find the demon. He himself is a boy, but his breath is too heavy, so the plantain ghost dare not come at all.

He couldn't help sighing in his heart, if his two apprentices, Wencai and Qiusheng, if there is one person here, why not attract that plantain ghost?

"This nasty plantain essence!"

Uncle Jiu muttered in a low voice, Basho can become a master after four or five years of cultivation, and she likes to absorb Yang Qi most, which is really annoying.

Hearing Uncle Nine's whispers, Russell's eyes lit up immediately, plantain essence!

He seems to remember some, the legs are a little white, and the righteousness is a little big.

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Chapter 83 Master, You Are Not as Handsome as Me (Subscribe)

Thinking of the great justice of the female goblin, Russell suddenly had a bold idea.

He tugged at the hem of Uncle Jiu's clothes, there was no way, who made his mother's womb suffer from evil, congenitally deficient, and short.