The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 112 Fearless
Thanks?
Just now, was that Lord Slaughtering Demon True Monarch? Have you ever heard him say thank you to a mortal?

The cultivators in the distance watched from afar, not daring to approach at all.

At that time, General Qin walked out of the Town God's Temple with frivolous steps, without the slightest feeling of vigor and vigor.

He looked like a hollowed-out seeker.

There are no ghosts to serve him anymore, because from now on, there will be no ghosts in the land of Shenzhou to open, and keeping them will harm them.

"Brother Xu, what did Lord Zhenjun say just now?"

Xu Ping took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then he smiled and said, "He said you did a good job in this matter, and he praised us."

General Qin then laughed, and murmured: "I hope the chaos in the underworld can be calmed down as soon as possible."

"What mess?"

Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu spoke in unison.

General Qin hesitated for a moment, and said: "It's nothing, it's just that there are too many ghosts waiting to be reincarnated in Fengdu, the underworld, and something went wrong."

Xu Ping nodded slightly, he still had no control over the affairs of the underworld.

If you want to ask why, people are not dead yet.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, General Qin walked towards the group of practitioners with a smile, "Everyone, the matter for tonight is over. Thank you fellow Taoists for your help. If you ask for something in the future, I will do my best."

This commitment from the City God is extremely precious.

You must know that General Qin is the city god of the provincial capital, not to mention the heyday of incense, his ability and morality are naturally extremely high.

"Master Chenghuang is polite."

"My generation of practitioners should help me out."

"It's just... I'm ashamed. I don't do much for the inferior people."

While talking, someone asked: "Master Chenghuang, I would like to ask you a question, dare to ask that young man over there, where did he come from, and which mountain gate did he come from?"

The City God has its own household registration information for the people in a place, but General Qin knows that this is Xu Ping's privacy, so how can he tell others at will.

"You're really presumptuous, that's out of the question."

The man on the question paper paused for a moment, then smiled awkwardly with shame on his face: "I'm taking the liberty."

Even though he said so, General Qin was also extremely curious. Judging from his native place and background, he was just the shopkeeper of a coffin shop in Renjia Town.

Why did he have such a great ability, and even got online with Master Zhenjun... Could it be some powerful reincarnation?

Or... Lord Zhenjun arranged for him to be reincarnated and clean up the world.

Thinking about it, he felt that it was very possible, after all, he had never seen Lord Zhenjun show his kindness to a mortal like this.

With this in mind, General Qin subconsciously walked over, "Hey, brother Xu, you and Lord Zhenjun..."

Halfway through the conversation, he instantly became alert.

No, you must not ask, since even I, the City God, don't know, then it is absolutely secret.

It is not a qualified subordinate to inquire about the arrangement of the superior.

Xu Ping was stunned for a moment, wondering in his heart, how could this man half-talk: "What happened to me and Lord Zhenjun?"

General Qin shook his head and smiled awkwardly, and then talked about other things: "It's nothing, your friends are all fine, no one was injured."

Okay, why are you teasing them... Although Xu Ping thought so, he still thanked him: "Thank you, General Qin."

The three members of the Yang family, plus shopkeeper Li, were all in the wing room of the Town God's Temple. In order not to disturb their three views, Xu Ping had paper figurines knock them out long ago.

"Where is Xiaohua, where is my apprentice, why is he gone?"

Suddenly there was a scream from the side, Xu Ping and General Qin frowned slightly and looked over.

Even the people who were about to leave in the distance were attracted by his cry.

Uncle Jiu looked anxiously, looking around in circles, as if he was looking for someone.

Suddenly, he raised his head to stare at the night above his head again, and shouted: "It can't be that she has a dark spirit, so I sucked her away as a ghost."

Your imagination is rich enough... Xu Ping covered his face and was speechless, and said that he kicked her into his room, and she was sleeping soundly at the moment.

Only then did Uncle Jiu heave a sigh of relief: "Xiao Xu, you're still thoughtful. If Xiao Hua was here, she might have been sucked away."

"Haha, brother Xu is already smart." General Qin saw the needle and flattered him.

No matter whether my guess is right or not, flattery is definitely right anyway.

The three chatted as they walked, planning to go to the Town God's Temple to drink and celebrate, and talk all night long.

Suddenly, I saw a person coming out from the front, and greeted Uncle Jiu, his voice trembling with excitement: "Senior brother, so it's you, Junior brother almost didn't recognize him?"

At this time, Uncle Jiu, because of the Wutong God, half of his hair is gray, and he looks much older.

It's really hard to recognize someone you haven't seen for a long time, or someone you don't know very well.

Xu Ping took a look, this person should be about 30 years old, neither Simu nor Qianhe.

"Junior Brother Ford, so you are here too."

Uncle Jiu showed a few traces of joy on his face, diluting the sadness of seeing the big brother's soul fly away.

It's been a long time since I haven't seen you brothers, so naturally I have something to say.

Xu Ping and General Qin entered the Town God's Temple first, while Uncle Jiu stayed at the door, chatting with the junior.

As for why they didn't come together, the host here is General Qin, he hasn't said anything, so it's not easy for others to invite him.

It's not a circle, it's hard to avoid embarrassment if you blend in abruptly.

……

The next day, the sky brightened.

But in the circle of practitioners, there is a name, but tonight, like a spring breeze, it blows all over the land of China.

Xu Ping!

It was only fermented overnight, and it was completely popular in the practice circle.

The great disciple of Maoshan with his hands.

It is also these practitioners who don't like Western things, otherwise they must bring a camera to record all the scenes of that night.

With the cries of the wharf one after another and the cries of vendors in the market, the provincial capital, which had been silent all night, finally woke up.

A one-night curfew is not a big deal to the people in the provincial capital.

Maybe it's a gang fight in the city, or a warlord entering the city, everyone has long been accustomed to such things.

After a night of purging, there were no big ghosts or little ghosts in the provincial capital, and everything was illuminated by the mighty morning light.

Under the bright universe, all living beings have all kinds of appearances.

Lifu on the pier came to work early in the morning, carrying the goods on his back, as if he was carrying his own life.

The second generation of the rich man who came out of the brothel walked towards his house with frivolous steps and yawning.

Two figures stood on the pier, facing the sea, welcoming the morning glow.

Xu Ping stood at the pier, looking at the surging sea, "Uncle Nine, when I saw you drinking last night, I was very preoccupied. If there is something unhappy, please tell me to make me happy."

Uncle Jiu glared at him angrily, and got used to the little friend next to him, who would do chores from time to time.

"Hey, do you know what my junior brother said to me last night?"

"Ah?!" Xu Ping had a sullen expression on his face, and guessed, "It's not like there's something wrong, right?"

"Shut up nonsense."

Uncle Jiu's voice was a little louder, but suddenly became depressed again: "It's my teacher, Maoshan..."

"What happened to Maoshan?"

"You killed Maoshan's eldest disciple in public, and I was there, and I'm still on your side. I have to go to the teacher's gate to give an explanation."

Xu Ping looked surprised, and asked in puzzlement, "Isn't Shi Jian's crime already revealed? Couldn't he be punished like that?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head, and said earnestly: "Brother has committed so many evil deeds, of course there is only one word of death."

"But, it's not like this, do you understand?"

"Senior brother's crime, there is only one word of death, but I suddenly remembered it after my senior reminded me last night."

"Master, uncle, uncle, and others, there is no guarantee that they won't be unhappy with you because of this..."

Xu Ping pondered for a while, then tentatively said, "Uncle Jiu, do you mean that those old fellows in Maoshan would think that I slapped Maoshan in the face?"

Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment, and did not speak, which was his acquiescence.

Xu Ping didn't know what to say. At that time, his blood was surging, and his youthful nature was welling up in his heart. He only thought about killing chickens to make an example to monkeys, but he didn't think about it that much.

Moreover, after killing Shi Jian, he really got a reward that he had been thinking about—

Sanqing Daoshu!

No matter from which aspect, he felt that he did not kill wrongly, but he didn't care about Mao Shan's face.

That's true, but so what.

You Maoshan has a scum, why don't you allow other people to kill you?

If it is really because of this reason that you want to trouble me, then I will not spoil you.

"I plan to take Xiaohua back to Maoshan in the next few days and report this matter. I also hope..."

When Uncle Jiu said this, he let out a long sigh: "Oh, forget it, let's talk about it when I go back to Maoshan. I believe that master, uncle and the others will definitely not take their anger on you."

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Xu Ping immediately fell into deep thought. He was considering whether it was necessary to go to Maoshan with Uncle Jiu.

Thinking about it carefully, he didn't think it was necessary, but he said, "Uncle Jiu, don't put yourself down too much because of me."

Uncle Jiu nodded thoughtfully, patted Xu Ping on the shoulder, and laughed: "You did a good job last night, but those last few words were a little impulsive, and it's easy to put yourself in danger."

It is definitely necessary to kill chickens to warn monkeys... Xu Ping thought so in his heart, and said directly: "It doesn't matter, what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger."

In this dharma-ending era, my 40 years of Taoism, not to mention being invincible in the world, is also a small group of people on the pyramid.

Just come, why not be afraid!

……

Misty Rain Building.

On the attic on the top floor, Lei Gong leaned on the railing and watched, and his gaze was in the direction of the Town God's Temple.

Last night, he had already found out that Li Qinghe was in the Town God's Temple.

Moreover, not only him, but also two young girls, suspected to be members of the White Lotus Sect.

After learning this information, he was instantly furious. No one can make the Black Tiger Gang bleed without paying anything.

At the moment, he brought a hundred or so gang members with him, and was about to kill Chenghuang Temple.

But halfway, far away, he saw ghosts in a black cloud.

And in front of the black cloud, a young man walked towards the Town God's Temple with a group of ghosts without changing his expression or blinking his eyes.

With his obese body, he turned around nimbly and led his men back to the Misty Rain Building in one breath.

The members of the Black Tiger Gang looked at their leader in bewilderment, ran back to their lair, and had no choice but to disperse.

Thinking of the scene he saw last night, the leader was sweating profusely again, and a doubt lingered in his heart.

When did such a bull-nosed character appear in the provincial capital?

After contemplating for a moment, he went all the way down into the study, reached out his hand on the bookshelf, and turned the ornament of a descending black tiger.

"Gah-"

On the wall next to the bookshelf, a stone door suddenly opened.

Lei Gong hurriedly walked in, and suddenly, in the dark secret room, there was a roar of a tiger.

"Whoa-"

In an instant, there was a strong smelly wind, which made him unable to open his eyes. The wind scorched his eyes.

On weekdays, Lei Gong, who puts on the airs of the guild leader, bowed down and saluted as soon as he came in, appearing extremely respectful: "Master Tiger, I didn't disturb your rest."

In the darkness, came a cold voice: "I'm not a cat, I don't sleep that much."

"Tell me, why did you come to see me?"

Lei Gong said respectfully: "Master Tiger, it's like this..."

Immediately afterwards, he described all the difficulties that the Black Tiger Gang encountered and what he saw last night.

Without thinking about just this one sentence, a fierce tiger jumped out of the darkness. It was so tall that it stood three meters high.

This fierce tiger has black hair all over its body, with purple stripes all over its body, and its forehead is also a strange purple, forming a "king".

"Hundred ghosts at night, what happened?" Heihu muttered to himself, uttering words.

Lei Gongli stood beside him without saying a word, but his body was still trembling a little.

It's not because of the fear in his heart, but because of the aura brought by the Black Tiger Spirit, he can't help but feel admiration in his heart.

"I think this matter is too unbelievable, so I came here to tell Lord Tiger, and I want to ask..."

"Is that person we can deal with?"

Heihu Jing glanced at him sideways, and sneered: "With your current weak morality, after passing, I'm afraid you won't even be able to touch the hem of other people's clothes."

Lei Gong lowered his head and asked, "What about you, Lord Tiger?"

"..."

That's what he came here for.

The black tiger spirit in front of him was something he had accidentally met in the mountains when he was still a teenager.

At that time, the black tiger was seriously injured and almost died. It was he who found the herbal medicine and revived the black tiger essence.

From then on, Lei Gong followed Heihu Jing to practice the demon law, but people practiced demon law, and there were many things that went wrong.

However, he didn't take this matter to heart. For him, cultivation was useless.

It's just a tool to hold power and gather wealth.

Until relying on a black tiger claw, he was born on the pier and created his own world.

He simply put aside the matter of cultivation and focused on making money.

The Black Tiger Gang suffered heavy losses one after another, and several adopted sons died tragically. He had to step forward and regain morale.

I didn't expect to find the people, but I found out early in the morning that those people knew this young man.

That's why he came to seek help from the Black Tiger Spirit. In Lei Gong's eyes, the fierce tiger in front of him was omnipotent.

As soon as Hei Hujing heard his words, he knew that the person in front of him wanted to solve this trouble for him.

This is also the usual method of one person, one tiger for decades.

Of course, he didn't do it in vain.

The gang members of the Black Tiger Gang don't worship Master Guan, they don't worship anyone, they only worship the totem of the Black Tiger Gang, a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

It is precisely because of this that it is here, absorbing incense day and night.

"It's not uncommon for one person to deter ghosts..." Thinking of this, the Black Tiger Gang asked cautiously: "Have you ever seen the appearance and exact number of those ghosts?"

Ghosts with different body shapes naturally have different strengths.

This Lei Gong couldn't tell the difference, he just took a look and ran back in a hurry.

"I didn't see this clearly. Thinking about it, it should be at least a thousand?" Lei Gong said his guess.

Heihu Jing heard that there were only a few thousand, and said contemptuously: "I thought it was so powerful, there are only thousands of evil spirits, and I can swallow them all in one bite."

"Tell me what that person looks like and where he is right now, and wait for me to swallow him alive."

(End of this chapter)