In addition to the one hundred and eight copper coins of the four-eyed Taoist, Uncle Jiu sweated and put the remaining copper coins into the basket, and his hands were shaking when he picked up the money, for fear that Liao Wenjie's offer would be too high, and Yizhuang would change hands from then on.

However, no, Liao Wenjie didn't know the market, and gave a conscience price that Uncle Nine thought was half sold and half given.

"The money is not in a hurry, first put it at Uncle Jiu's place, and the magic weapon is not in a hurry, I will talk about it after eating, I have a reluctant request, I hope the two of you can help guide you one or two."

"Applejack, you're good at everything, you're just too polite."

Simu took the benefit, his chest slapped loudly, and he said bluntly: "I see what I pointed, there is no such thing at all, everyone is just eating and chatting." ”

"That's right, Applejack, just say anything."

"That's ......"

Liao Wenjie nodded, there is a 'nine-character mantra' in the newbie gift package, he has never known why, except for using it to boil his mind, there is no other way to use it.

The book he found in the thrift market revolves around the nine-character mantra for a large part of the text, but the annotations are too profound, and he is not knowledgeable enough to understand the words but not the meaning.

All along, he wanted to find a true Taoist priest to answer his questions, and he originally considered Zhong Fabai, but now that he meets Uncle Nine and the four-eyed Taoist, it is better to do it sooner rather than later.

As soon as he heard Liao Wenjie's question, Uncle Jiu immediately had a big head, and he didn't even want to listen to the rules of calling the teacher to accept the door, let alone helping to explain.

Having said that, but whenever Liao Wenjie threw out the annotations of his predecessors on the nine-character mantra, he immediately held his breath, and the hand covering his ears secretly loosened a little.

It's very hypocritical!

may be unable to hold on to his face, Uncle Nine sneered: "Ajie, you said that we should let our senior brother guide you, but as a result, all the benefits were given to us, I will hold on to it and not speak anymore, and I will not have the face to see people in the future." ”

"Senior brother, you are just too rigid, not to mention that Ajie has no teacher, even if there is, we will just sit and talk about the Tao today, exchange and learn from each other, what can't we listen to and say?"

"It's me who ......"

Uncle Nine nodded, cultivators, wealthy couples are indispensable, especially 'couples', who study alone and have no friends, and it is taboo to work behind closed doors.

"Applejack, I think you can break it down even more when you just said that......"

"Senior brother, I don't agree with your opinion......

"Two, what do you mean by that?"

……

The three talked for a long time, and Liao Wenjie started with two teachers, and his attitude was very positive.

Whenever he threw out a sentence, Uncle Nine and the Four-Eyed Daoist frowned, and then expressed their opinions, and when they encountered disagreements, they often fought until their faces were red.

Outside the door, Uncle Jiu's apprentice Wen Cai stood stupidly.

He got up from the bed on three poles in the morning, looked for the noise and came to the dining hall, and saw that the master and uncle had a tendency to compete with each other, and wanted to go in to rub the bowl of gruel, but he was afraid that he would be affected by the fish pond.

"I'm so hungry."

"Wencai, go in when you're hungry, what are you doing standing at the door?"

Qiu Sheng, another apprentice of Uncle Jiu, walked in from outside Yizhuang, saw Liao Wenjie's unfamiliar face, and immediately asked, "Who is that, with Uncle Shi?" ”

"I just woke up, Uncle Shi may have come last night, I don't know about that person."

The two disciples of Uncle Jiu, whose literary qualifications are mediocre, Qiusheng is unwilling to be lonely, the two of them like to be active and do not like to be quiet, and often cause trouble, which makes Uncle Nine quite a headache.

Wencai's parents died early, and when Uncle Nine saw that he was lonely, he accepted him as an apprentice, saving him from the hardships of living on the streets.

Qiusheng is from the next village, and his outstanding qualifications are favored by the ninth uncle, and he comes to Yizhuang every day to report and wait for the ninth uncle to send.

In these years, Master's 'father' is not just talking, one day is a teacher and a lifelong father, although the two are naughty and mischievous every day, but they respect Uncle Nine very much, and what he says is what he says.

"Wencai, Qiusheng, what are you two muttering at the door, don't come over quickly, it's not polite at all."

"Here we are, Master." x2

"Master early, Uncle early, this brother is ......"

Boom!

Uncle Nine slapped on the table, his face unpleasant: "It's not big or small, brother's platform is also what you can call, call uncle!" ”

The four-eyed Taoist also shook his head again and again, his mouth was soft, and his hands were short, the two of them learned a lot from Liao Wenjie, if they raised their seniority, it would be too shameless and skinless.

Besides, if it's really messing up the generations, how can everyone sit and talk about it after that.

"Teacher, uncle!?"

Wen Cai scratched his head when he heard this, and Qiusheng smiled embarrassedly: "Master, this uncle is so young!" ”

"Shut up, let you shout, so much nonsense."

"Uncle Nine, I'm about the same age as them, and suddenly let them call me Uncle Shi, it sounds weird, everyone has their own calculations, don't I also call you 'Uncle Nine'?"

Liao Wenjie waved his hand and said to the two with a smile: "Two brothers, this year's Gui Geng?" ”

"Nineteen!" x2

Nineteen is in such a hurry?

Especially the literary talents who are not old and decrepit are in obvious contrast with the ninth uncle with a young face. I don't know, I thought that Uncle Nine picked up a boy and practiced some evil demon method at home!

Also, if this can be nineteen, then he can too.

Liao Wenjie thought about it and found that his own conditions did not allow it, mainly because of his eyes, which was too wise.

"I'm three out of twenty, my name is Liao Wenjie, if you don't mind, just call me 'Brother Jie' in the future."

"Brother Jie!" x2

"You two young hippie smiles, Applejack and your uncle and I are the same generation, you have to respect him as much as you respect me, understand?"

"Got it, Uncle Shi."

Wencai and Qiusheng sat down to eat, and by the way, they listened to Liao Wenjie and the three of them discuss the nine-character mantra, because it was obscure and sounded uninteresting, so they hurriedly finished eating and went out to play together.

"Alas, these two things don't make a difference."

Seeing the backs of the two of them in the distance, Uncle Nine hated that iron could not become steel, and took the initiative to talk to Liao Wenjie about the secret art of Maoshan.

When it comes to the core secret method, he didn't say much, and he didn't dare to talk about it, and the most mentioned were some simple and easy-to-use small Taoist techniques.

He could see that Liao Wenjie's foundation was weak, and he had no master's guidance, so it was not beautiful to say that it was too deep.

The four-eyed Taoist didn't think as much as Uncle Jiu, and he didn't have as many taboos as him, and told him about the few Taoist techniques he was best at one by one.

His qualifications are not as good as Uncle Nine, but he is proficient in Taoist techniques such as refining corpses and raising ghosts, and he talks endlessly with one mouth, and Uncle Nine coughs several times, and he doesn't realize that he has leaked the secret method of the sect.

Liao Wenjie listened and remembered, and sighed that this trip was not worthwhile, and these Taoist techniques alone made a lot of money.

The three chatted until noon, and Uncle Nine instructed Wen Cai to cook, and by the way, he went to the street to buy some cooked food and came back. In this way, the three of them chatted from breakfast to lunch, and still sat in the dining hall at dinner time.

"Ah———hh

"Master save me!!"

When it was dark, the three of them picked up the lamp and chatted freely, and suddenly heard an exclamation in their ears, coming from the direction of the mourning hall.

"It's a literary talent!"

"Stinky boy, the incense is not safe, it must have disturbed my customers."

Uncle Jiu and Simu quickly ran out of the dining hall, Liao Wenjie threw the meat and bones on the table to Er Hei, followed closely behind the two, and heard a burst of chickens and dogs jumping from a distance.

In the hall of the mourning hall, dozens of gods are enshrined in front of a wall, and the benches in the middle are neatly arranged, driving ten coffins. On the other side of the wall, the walking corpses who should have been standing in a row, for some reason, fell off the yellow paper on their foreheads, and collectively jumped around the house, chasing the humane literary talents.

Facing each other, a walking corpse rushed towards Liao Wenjie and the others.

For a moment, the three of them didn't think about it, and their fists, palms, and legs shouted straight up.

"Don't! Master, it's me, I'm Qiu ......"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Ah———h