"Alas, pitiful, alas!"

Zhu Ming held an ancient scroll and shook his head.

"Master, what are you looking at? I noticed that you have been reading these ancient books lately. Xiao Zun was painting the statue of the god on the side, and he couldn't bear the interference of Zhu Ming's noise.

"The swan song of eternal love, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai!" Zhu Ming said leisurely.

"That's it, Liang Zhu I grew up hearing about it, and it's not as fun as Journey to the West!"

Zhu Ming pursed his lips, "Little child, you don't understand, when you reach the age of being a teacher, you will understand." ”

"You should paint the statue of the god first now, and generate income for our Taoist temple!"

"Oh~"

Xiao Zun looked at the idol of the pen and continued to describe.

"Oh, poignant, it's really poignant~" Zhu Ming couldn't help but applaud when he saw the two turn into butterflies.

During this time, Zhu Ming read all the classic ancient books and popular novels, brought his emotions into them and tasted them carefully, and often looked through some classic Taoist scriptures, just to see through his thoughts and understand the truth.

The waste of such a big effort is all to prepare for Zhu Ming's future subjugation of the Seven Spirits.

Seven spirits pass through seven emotions, in Zhu Ming's opinion, he can control his own emotions and understand the flavors of life, which is definitely good for subduing the seven spirits. Even if it is useless, you should enrich your knowledge base.

After reading the novel and completing the daily task, Zhu Ming threw the book aside and prepared to do today's business.

"Xiaozun, you stay in the Dao Hall first, and I'll talk about it when I come back, I'll go out for a while. ”

"Got it, Master. Xiao Zun didn't raise his head, he was still painting.

Today is Mao Xiaofang's birthday, and Zhu Ming plans to notify everyone to celebrate him together.

The first stop, the police station.

"Abang! here!" Zhu Ming entered the police station and saw Zhong Bang talking to a woman in front of him, and immediately waved his hand.

Zhong Bang looked up and saw Zhu Ming, said a few words to the woman, and walked over.

"Ah Ming, what's the matter?"

"What I told you before, today is Uncle Nine's birthday, if you can agree to worship him as a teacher, he will definitely be very happy!"

Zhu Ming went straight to the point and said what he meant.

Zhong Bang was helpless and pointed to the woman over there, "I won't agree, I am a policeman to help these helpless people get justice." Say no more!"

"Don't be so absolute, who is that woman?, see you hesitating there, what grievances do you have?" Zhu Ming smiled and changed the subject.

Her name is Chen Guixiang, and she came to the police station to report the case in order to avenge her husband, but no one accepted it several times. ”

Zhong Bang gave a general explanation of the situation.

"Yu Dahai is a traitor?" Zhu Ming repeated, thinking of Sakai's previous targeting of Yu Dahai, and muttered: "It's possible, Sakai also asked him for gold before." ”

Zhong Bang continued: "It is precisely because of this kind of thing that I want to be a good policeman and punish the evil and eliminate evil. ”

"By the way, Ah Ming, what do you mean by gold just now?"

"Ah, when I was entangled with Sakai before, he said what gold he said, but it's better not to believe what this demon said. ”

"Gold?" Zhong Bang's eyes flickered, and then returned to normal.

"Since you haven't changed your mind, forget it, but don't miss the celebration in the evening!"

After receiving Zhong Bang's affirmative reply, Zhu Ming left the police station.

......

Fuxi Hall, Ah Fan is still studying the cinnabar cannon proposed by Zhu Ming before.

Ah Fan fiddled with the mini cannon body on the table that was reduced in proportion to the ratio and a little wrong, "Strange, what's wrong?"

"Ah Fan!"

As soon as Zhu Ming came in, he asked the surrounding disciples and learned that Mao Xiaofang was not there, so he came to find Ah Fan to prepare for tonight's surprise.

"Hey, you're still researching, are there any results?"

Ah Fan raised his head and rolled his eyes, "It's only been a few days, do I really not need to rest?"

Zhu Ming touched his head in embarrassment, "Don't talk about this, what about Uncle Nine, what are you doing out?"

"Alas, Mr. Yang's wife died, and it is said that she was stealing people outside, and committed suicide in shame after being discovered. After the master got the news, he went to accompany Mr. Yang to the hospital to dispose of the body. Ah Fan said with a look of pity.

"Ah, no, right? Ren Wanzhen doesn't look like that kind of person!" Zhu Ming was a little surprised.

"Who knows who she is. ”

Zhu Ming shook his head, "Forget it, don't mention this kind of thing." Today is Uncle Nine's birthday, do you remember our plan? ”

Ah Fan suddenly realized at this time, "It turns out that it is Master's birthday." ”

Zhu Ming's face was black, no, he really forgot.

"I've been studying things lately, and I've been a little fascinated, and I haven't even seen Ah Jin for a long time. Ah Fan saw that Zhu Ming's face was not good, and immediately explained.

Zhu Ming exclaimed: "You didn't look for He Daijin, it seems that you sacrificed a lot for the cinnabar cannon." ”

"Of course, it's a pity that it's been a bit of a problem for so long, and its power is still not up to the ideal state. Ah Fan said helplessly.

"What's the problem, I'll see!"

Although Zhu Ming's talent is not as high as Ah Fan, he still has a good vision. After getting the model, I asked a few more questions and found out the crux of the problem.

"That's ...... so"

"You got the research direction wrong, you shouldn't follow your previous crossbow thinking, you have to ...... like this"

Zhu Ming carefully broke down the problem, and Ah Fan pursued stability too much, which led to the limited power of the cinnabar cannon.

As long as this restriction is lifted, the current problem will be solved.

"I see, I understand!" Ah Fan looked at the previous cinnabar cannon and prepared to put away this scrap.

"Slow, I came up with an idea. ”

Zhu Ming kept the failed research of the cinnabar cannon.

Putting away the small cinnabar cannon, Zhu Ming said: "Okay, the problem is solved, go back to tonight's birthday party, have you prepared anything?"

"Of course, I'm a little fascinated by inventions, but I'm well prepared for those things. ”

"Okay, I also notified everyone who should be notified, as for Yang Feiyun, he just lost his wife, so I won't invite him. Zhu Ming considered a few candidates, nodded and said.

Ah Fan also agreed, "That's good, Mr. Yang is really miserable!"

As night fell, it was dark in Fuxi Hall.

Mao Xiaofang has only come back from outside now, he is comforting Yang Feiyun during the day, and he has also seen Yang Feiyun treat money like dung. For the sake of the deceased lady, the priceless Tianshou Yuanzhu said to throw it away.

Mao Xiaofang took off the cloth bag on his body, looked at the silence of the Dao Hall, shook his head and said, "These boys, they must have gone somewhere to play." ”

Then he walked to the altar of the ancestors and prepared to offer incense to the patriarch.

Just as Mao Xiaofang ordered incense, "I wish you a happy birthday~"

"Happy Birthday to You~"

Accompanied by bursts of singing, Ah Fan held the cake in both hands, Zhu Ming accompanied him, Zhong Bang and Fang Tu sang in agreement, and everyone walked out together.

"Master, Happy Birthday!" "Happy Birthday, Uncle Nine!" "Master Mao, Happy Birthday!"

Dao blessings resounded in Mao Xiaofang's ears.