"What that girl, this girl's. Brother Dao, you are also a cultivator, don't you know that it was just the female ghost who confused you and said that the appearance of the conjure? This female ghost practiced magic in order to increase her Taoism before, and confused seven or eight strong men in the village, sucked their Yuanyang dry, and robbed them of their souls" Uncle Jiu shook his head and said hatefully.

"Ahh

"Hmph, you're scared? I'll tell you, it's late, breaking into a house in the middle of the night. Let's go, follow me back to the township office, this time I must let you ......" Ah Qiang on the side saw Mao Shanming's frightened appearance, and said with a smile.

"Huh?" Uncle Nine straightened his face, looked at Ah Qiang, who was babbling non-stop, and said in a calm voice, "Did you say it or did I say it?"

"You said that!" Cuong replied with a bitter expression.

"Brother Dao, why are you doing this?" Uncle Nine looked at Maoshan Mingdao beside Ah Qiang with a complicated expression.

was caught by the main owner, even Mao Shanming, who had been in the rivers and lakes for many years, felt that his face was pale, and he hurriedly put down the wine jar of the newspaper in his hand, and smiled awkwardly: "I, I'm just ......"

Seeing Maoshan Ming's stumbling appearance, Uncle Nine shook his head, but after all, they all belong to the same vein as Maoshan. Uncle Nine didn't think too much about embarrassing him, and said to Ah Qiang beside him: "Ah Qiang, where is the altar just now?"

"Oh, there!" Cuong pointed to a nearby jar and said.

"Go, bring him the jar!" Uncle Nine said.

"Huh, master, what are you kidding? Give him back the jar?" Ah Qiang was made unhuman by these two ghosts in the restaurant just now, and now Mao Shanming is still a thief to steal the jar, but he didn't expect that now Uncle Nine wants him to return the jar, and Ah Qiang is of course unwilling to pay 110,000 of his salary.

"Hmm, is it you or me who call the shots?" Uncle Nine glared at Ah Qiang fiercely.

"Of course I'm in charge!" Ah Qiang spoke of course always faster than his brain, and after saying it, he remembered that the person in front of him was his master, and his face suddenly fell. He said whimsily: "It's better for you to decide!"

"Go and get it to him!" Uncle Nine said.

"Give!" Even if Ah Qiang had great unwillingness and grievances in his heart, he didn't dare to disobey Uncle Jiu's words, so he honestly took a jar and stuffed it into Mao Shanming's arms.

"Everyone is a fellow Daoist, Brother Dao, you still know the Maoshan Precept, right?" Uncle Nine looked at Maoshan Ming, who seemed to have no intention of reforming, and thought for a while and said.

"Of course I know, good and evil are opposed, and they fight for life!"

"I know that you still go to raise ghosts?" said Uncle Nine with a frown.

"That's it, I also raised two of them! Knowing the law and breaking the law, the crime will be added to the first!" Ah Qiang never forgot the opportunity to strike at the enemy, but after Uncle Nine glanced at him angrily, he could only retreat again.

"Hehe, I can't help it, it's not for two meals!" Mao Shan Ming said with a smile.

"Heaven and earth are big. Not to mention two meals, there is nothing difficult about three meals and one night. As he spoke, Uncle Nine lifted the curtain and walked out, "Those two things didn't follow you." How did you get by?"

"I'm sad!" said Maoshan Ming.

"And after that?" said Uncle Nine as he took a step forward and continued.

"It's even more sad!" Mao Shanming thought for a moment and said with a frown.

"That's it!" Uncle Nine nodded, turned around and said, "Ghosts are ominous things, collecting poverty, sorrow, decay, calamity, shame, misery, musty, pain, sickness and death...... Eighteen kinds of filth in one. How can you have a good life if you walk in and out with them?"

"That's the same!" Mao Shanming thought about Uncle Jiu's words for a moment and sighed. He nodded.

"It's good if you can understand! You can do it yourself!" Seeing that Mao Shanming seemed to listen to his words, Uncle Nine nodded.

"Thank you Brother Dao for your teachings, I will take care of it, farewell!" Mao Shanming sighed, hugged the two wine jars, and walked towards the door with a complicated expression.

"Master, why is this world so unfair? ghosts are so easy to see us, so we can't see ghosts?" Seeing Mao Shanming leave with the jar in his arms, Ah Qiang asked angrily.

"The black pot is the filth of the burning embers of the grass, if you want the ghost to not see you, apply the black pot to your body, cover the yang energy on your body, and he will not be able to see you. Uncle Nine glanced at Ah Qiang and said casually.

Then he said to Zhou Heng, who had been standing on the sidelines: "Little Brother Zhou, you come in with me, I want something for you." ”

After finishing speaking, Uncle Nine walked into his room.

Zhou Heng followed Uncle Jiu past Ah Qiang, looking at Ah Qiang whose eyes flashed a few rays of light from time to time, and walked towards the kitchen with a wicked smile, Zhou Heng shook his head with an elegant and easy-going smile, knowing that he must be planning to find the ashes of the pot to wipe the two ghosts to take revenge, but these Zhou Heng was not interested in participating, compared to the small side plot, he was curious about what Uncle Jiu as the protagonist would have to give himself.

"Thank you, Uncle Nine!" Zhou Heng thanked him, and he was not polite, and sat down directly.

"Little Brother Zhou, I see you as an upright person, and your blood is as strong as the blazing sun, but unfortunately you have no superior guidance, and you don't know how to use them, come, I have a book here for you to take and see, I hope it can help you a little!" Seeing Zhou Heng sit down, Uncle Nine picked up the book on the table and stretched out his hand to hand it over.