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

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, it was impossible to say that adultery could be done.

"I've heard it!" the woman said mysteriously, "the one from Li Si's family was pregnant some time ago, which made Li Si happy, but then she accidentally miscarried."

She seemed to see through the facts, "This is not careless, nine out of ten it was intentional, and I don't know whose family it is?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene fell silent for an instant.

A majestic voice came from a distance, "What are you doing watching here, no family has work to do?"

"The mayor is here, the mayor is here, let's go, let's go."

The crowd dispersed in a swarm, leaving only the mayor alone. Looking at the burning house, the mayor sighed and beckoned. Several young men rummaged through the ruins and found three charred corpses. I can't tell the difference.

"Cremate them all, and throw them into the river, shameful things!"

"Yes!"

Not far away, Russell watched thoughtfully, and had a vague guess about Li Si's madness in his heart.

Being able to transform ghosts so ruthlessly is not as simple as a simple cuckold. What these gossips say may be true.

The road back to Yizhuang was extremely fast, and it was really fast, because they took too much time to go out to buy breakfast.

Uncle Jiu stood at the gate of Yizhuang with his hands behind his back, his expression a little anxious, and he was relieved to see two figures, one big and one small, appearing in the distance safe and sound.

Then he pretended not to see it, and started gossip punching at the door.

He is not worried!

Chapter 91 Ding You Gain 15 Points of Yin Virtue

In the dining hall, Uncle Jiu, Luo Su, and Wen Cai sat at the table and began to eat breakfast, but it was a little late.

On weekdays, breakfast is eaten at six o'clock in the morning, but today it was delayed until seven o'clock.

Eat without speaking, sleep without speaking.

This is Uncle Jiu's consistent tradition, but today Uncle Jiu is on pins and needles, twisting and turning on the chair as if he has hemorrhoids.

After a while, Uncle Jiu finally spoke, "Russell, what did you meet outside this morning?"

Russell suppressed a smile in his heart, the master couldn't help it after all.

He also understood that it was the master who was worried that he was young, that he didn't think things through carefully, and that what happened to Wang Er last time would happen again.

Russell then told Uncle Jiu what happened in the morning in detail. When he said that he bent down to pick up the money, causing the female ghost to die at the hands of Li Si, Uncle Jiu laughed.

He laughed and cursed, "You little bastard! You're still hiding it from your master!"

From childhood to adulthood, Uncle Nine took care of Luo Su alone. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a master and apprentice, father and son.

Russell's personality and habits, Uncle Nine has long been clear.

This is a master who does not carry money with him. He does not know where he has developed a bad habit. He does not carry cash with him.

The so-called bending over to pick up money is just an excuse.

Luo Su chuckled and kept silent. Uncle Jiu gave him a helpless look and didn't say anything.

This is his apprentice.

That is an unknown female ghost.

Who is important?

The sky is big and the earth is big, little apprentice Russell is the biggest!

Uncle Jiu pondered for a while, "Then Li Si, what are your plans?"

"The master has the final say."

"That's good." Uncle Jiu nodded, "It's just half a month today, and the ghost messenger is going to leave here. By the way, he will bring Li Si back to the underworld. When the time comes, he will be told twice to save him from suffering."

In the eyes of outsiders, the so-called salvation of the dead is a Taoist monk who recites long mantras and prays to God to help the dead escape the torment of hell.

In Russell's eyes, to save the dead is to talk to the ghost messenger and let the ghost servant take care of him.

As for how much care?

It depends on the meaning, take care of the big meaning, take care of the middle meaning, and don't take care of the small meaning.

Of course, it also depends on the face of the person who saves the souls of the dead. The face is big, and sometimes the little ones take special care of it.

If it's boring, do you still want to take care of it?

So what do you mean?

Those incantations that outsiders can't understand are actually nonsense. If you say it quickly, it is the so-called continuous nonsense.

Ghosts can't understand what people say. It seems that the underworld and the human world are two completely different worlds.

At this time, a smart translator is needed.

Grave soil.

Eating dirt can solve these problems perfectly, talk to people when you see people, and you can talk nonsense when you see hell.

"Hurry up and eat!"

Uncle Jiu reminded, "Change in a while, take a shower, and I'll open a bank account for you tonight."

"Bank account?" Russell couldn't help but blinked his eyes when he heard this strange but familiar name.

"It's the Bank of China opened by Mr. Sun in Beiping." Uncle Jiu seemed to think that Russell didn't understand, so he explained again, "It's similar to a bank in a provincial capital, where you can deposit and withdraw money."

"Oh."

Uncle Jiu looked at Luo Su who was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but feel a little proud. He is also a trendy person. Although he has never been there, he has heard of it.

Huyou's little apprentice who has never seen the world, that's not easy to catch.

"The errand came tonight. I will open a separate bank account for you. From now on, the yinde you earn will be yours."

Russell's eyes were dull, what was it all about, why couldn't he understand it?

Uncle Nine didn't explain much, and lowered his head while eating, Russell suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and he would know in the evening.

Every night when the moon is full, there are always some people who hold ancient rituals.

Uncle Jiu held the incense with both hands, and inserted the incense firmly into the incense burner. The table was filled with pastries and some tea, and he sat at the table with a big horse.

Russell was leaning on the table, and with the other hand, he was playing with the grasshopper on the table.

This is a big guy, jumping very fast, Russell snatched it from Xiao Hei's mouth, Xiao Hei was very worried about it, stood in the yard with his wings on his hips, and scolded for a long time.

In the end, Uncle Jiu stared at him, and Xiao Hei walked away dejectedly, this little doll can't take it anymore!

The night was dark and windy, Russell felt a gust of wind blowing, and felt a little cold all over, Uncle Jiu said in a low voice, "Here we come, don't talk too much!"

Russell nodded, blinked his eyes, his eyes glowed, and the moment he saw was different.

I saw black mist billowing in the yard, filled with ghostly aura, extremely eerie.

There were waves of footsteps coming, and the sound was getting closer and closer. The uniform steps seemed to shake the ground.

This is something ordinary people can't feel.

One figure after another walked through the courtyard, groups of soldiers, these soldiers were dressed in standard armor, they held a long dagger in their hands, their steps were orderly and powerful, and their bodies were full of chilling aura.

The originally empty courtyard was instantly filled with them, at least dozens of people.

I don't know how many are out there.

Uncle Jiu stood up with a solemn expression, and two soldiers wearing other clothes stepped out from among the soldiers, who looked like leaders.

The two leaders were not polite when they saw the food on the table. They just sat at the table and started to eat. Ordinary people can’t eat it. Only monks who know how to behave can taste the taste of the world. .

The two of them had a great time eating, but there was also a lot of things on the table, whether it was pastries or tea.

Russell was not surprised, people eat food, ghosts eat qi, they ate the pastry and tea, the pastry became like bean curd residue, and the tea was colorless and tasteless.

He just stared at those two people with wide-eyed eyes. The two men subconsciously glanced at him, and stood up straight in fright.

One grabbed Uncle Jiu's arm and said in a low voice, "What does this little baby have to do with that master?"

"Master's uncle is more important. He has good talent, and his master's uncle is dedicated to nurturing him."

Uncle Nine naturally knew what the errand was asking, but Luo Su didn't know, his soul was shining golden, and a rune was pasted on his forehead.

"This doll, I'm covered!"

Anyone with a little discernment who has been in the underworld will know who it is.

The errands gasped. Don't underestimate this little baby, maybe in a few decades, he will become their leader.

You know, it took them more than 200 years to climb from the ghost to the bad position, and the ghost doesn't know how long it will take to climb up.

"I plan to open a bank account for my little apprentice, and send this ghost along by the way. Don't make things difficult for him, he is also a hard-working person."

"Good talk, good talk."

A errand picked up a token, and at the prompt of Uncle Nine, slowly engraved Russell's name.

"The big ghost is 20, the little ghost is 10, this is half a big ghost, let's count it as 15 o'clock, take care of it, um, no money will be charged."

The overcast took his token and swiped at it, then handed the token to Uncle Jiu, and hurried away while impounding Li Si.

Don't stay here for long.

Russell was a little puzzled as he watched the Yin soldiers leave, why were they running? Could there be a tigress here?

"Russell, this is yours. Take it. In the future, you will save the souls of the dead, and all the Yin virtues you earn will be on it."

Uncle Nine introduced to Luo Su, a novice, "Yin virtue is the currency of the underworld. It is controlled by the underworld. It can be exchanged for various treasures, even jobs."

He couldn't help but feel complacent, "Your master, I'm the top class in the underworld, and I spent a full ten thousand Yinde back then."

"so much?"

20 points for big ghosts, 10 points for little ghosts, [-] yin virtues need to save [-] ghosts.

"Not much." Uncle Jiu coughed, "I earned a thousand with my own efforts, and your ancestor supported nine thousand Yinde."

Russell: (￣▽￣)

I want a little support too!