From the World of Uncle Nine, The Heavens Summon Gods to Refining Generals

Chapter 63

"Brother Dao, this kind of thing can't be provoked!"

Uncle Jiu turned his head again, looked at Mao Shanming and warned.

"Ah~ha..."

When Mao Shanming heard this, he smiled awkwardly and put down the jar in his hand.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu asked Ah Qiang: "A Qiang, where is the jar just now?"

"Oh, there."

Aqiang said and pointed to the jar on the other side.

"That's the one!"

Mao Shanming muttered.

"Go over and return the jar to him."

Uncle Nine said.

Shen Lipu and Uncle Jiu had already discussed it just now, and the jar must be returned.

After all, Mao Shanming is a fellow martial artist, not a demon who uses evil methods to harm people. His raising ghosts and defrauding money will come from the Three Officials Emperor's examination in the future, and there is no need for Shen Lipu and Jiu Shu to come forward.

Unexpectedly, Ah Qiang quit when he heard this. He hurriedly ran to Uncle Jiu, stretched out his arms in a blocking gesture, and shouted in a mixed voice:

"Huh? Give it back to him? Stop joking!"

"Is it you who call the shots or me?"

Uncle Jiu's voice was still so steady.

"It's up to you."

Ah Qiang couldn't hold back, so he could only hug the jar.

At this time, Uncle Jiu said again: "Everyone is in the same way, you know the first commandment of Maoshan, right?!"

"Of course I know, good and evil are opposing each other, and you have to fight for life!"

Mao Shanming blurted out.

"Know that you still raise ghosts?"

Uncle Jiu was a little surprised.

"That's right, I'll keep two more!"

Ah Qiang didn't miss any chance to make Uncle Jiu take back his life, and hurried to the front and shouted exaggeratedly.

"Ok?"

Uncle Jiu glared at him again, and he also knew that he was jumping too much, so he backed away holding the jar again.

"I'm also for two meals!"

Mao Shanming said with an embarrassed smile.

After hearing what he said, Uncle Jiu opened the curtain and walked to the outer room, and at the same time said in a persuasive tone:
"The sky is big and the earth is big, let alone two meals, even three meals and one night, nothing is too difficult.

'How did you live your life before those two things came to you? "

Mao Shanming heard this, thought for a moment and said, "I'm so sad!"

"Then what happens after I follow you?"

"It's even more sad!"

"Well, ghosts are ominous things that combine eighteen disasters, including poverty, sorrow, decline, disaster, shame, misery, mold, pain, illness, and death.

'How can life be easy when you walk in and out with them? "

After listening to Uncle Jiu's words, Mao Shanming said in a deep voice, feeling lost: "That's true!"

All that should be said has been said, and Uncle Jiu has nothing to explain, so he said to A Qiang: "Give him back the jar."

After listening to Uncle Jiu's words, Aqiang still had a great reaction, but he couldn't defeat Uncle Jiu and could only reluctantly hand the jar to Mao Shanming.

After taking the jar, Mao Shanming nodded to Uncle Jiu and Shen Lipu, then turned and left.

Looking at Mao Shanming who was going away, Ah Qiang asked a little unwillingly: "Master, why is this world so unfair? It is so easy for ghosts to see us, but it is not easy for us to see ghosts!"

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu said thoughtfully: "If you want ghosts to not see you, just put pot ashes on your body."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Jiu turned to Shen Lipu and said:

"Xiao Shen, come, come, let's drink some tea. We haven't finished talking about the things from the past few days. Ah Qiang, go and make a pot of tea."

So Shen Lipu followed Uncle Jiu to another room, and after a while, Ah Qiang brought a pot of tea.

"Master, Daoist Shen, drink slowly, I'm going back to rest."

After Ah Qiang finished speaking, he turned his head and went out.

After watching Ah Qiang go out, Shen Lipu thoughtfully said to Uncle Jiu: "Uncle Jiu, could it be that Ah Qiang..."

"probably!"

Uncle Jiu sighed and said.

The two of them had a tacit understanding of this, and no one said anything about it.

Aqiang was beaten and now he is back to take revenge. Uncle Jiu has no objection to this. After all, he is his apprentice. It would be too cowardly not to fight back if he was beaten in vain.

really.

Aqiang went out and went straight to the kitchen, took out a meal of ashes from under the big frying pot, and took another meal from under the cooking pot.

Smeared all over in black, he took two talismans and the gourd, a magic weapon left by the old practice, and went to the back door of Baohe Inn.

Of course Shen Lipu knew what happened next. Aqiang caught the ghost, and then Xiaobao called Mao Shanming down. Mao Shanming chased Aqiang again, and finally the two of them were hit by the bandit leader who had just finished digging the grave.

Not only took away Mao Shanming's Taoist robe, but also kidnapped Dabao's ghost by the way.

But Shen Lipu couldn't tell Uncle Jiu about this matter. Since night, he never left Uncle Jiu's sight except for hunting ghosts.

How to find the leader of the horse thief?

Fortunately, the consequences were not serious this time, and the biggest loss was just Mao Shanming being kicked, Shen Lipu simply ignored it.

Just waiting for the female leader to send zombies over, so as to remind Uncle Jiu to prepare in advance.

……

On the other side, Mao Shanming walked to the back door of the Baohe Inn with the jar in his arms, reached out and tore the talisman on the mouth of the jar, and then threw the jar on the ground and smashed it to pieces.

With a "bang" sound, a wisp of smoke appeared out of thin air on the ground, and immediately, the two ghostly shadows of Dabao and Xiaobao appeared.

"Uncle Ming!"

The two ghosts greeted Mao Shanming together.

Mao Shanming looked at them, shook his head and sighed: "That Taoist priest is right, fire and water are incompatible, north and south are in opposition, black and white are distinct, loyalty and filial piety are difficult to survive, people..."

"Humans and ghosts have different paths!"

Dabao interrupted bluntly.

"That's right, those who are in opposition will be separated sooner or later."

"Who said that? Haven't you heard of the harmony of yin and yang?"

Dabao seemed to understand a little bit and quickly spoke to make amends.

"What is the harmony of Yin and Yang?"

Xiaobao asked curiously.

"From today onwards, we each go our own way, and we each go our own way. If we have the same way, it will be a dead end. If we want to live together, it will definitely be a hardship.

'If we are together, there will be no good results. As long as you follow me, I will be unlucky! "

Xiaobao still didn't understand anything, and asked innocently: "Uncle Ming, what is bad luck?"

"Speak up!"

Dabao quickly pulled Xiaobao beside him, and reprimanded him.

"Hey, Dabao, you are still brothers now. If you have a chance to return to Yang in the future, you will not know anyone after drinking King Yama's ecstasy soup. At that time, you will not be able to annoy him even if you want to."

On the occasion of parting, Mao Shanming warned the two ghosts like a kindhearted elder educating his nephew. At the same time, he seemed to remind himself that life is short and time flies by, so you must cherish the people in front of you.

After listening to Mao Shanming's words, Dabao was also a little sentimental and said quickly: "Xiaobao, what else do you want to ask?"

"Gone!"

Xiaobao also realized something and said depressedly.

Seeing them like this, Mao Shanming squatted down and patted Xiaobao's shoulder again, trying to show a smile.

"Uncle Ming!"

Xiaobao shouted crisply.

"Little Treasure, follow Da Treasure obediently, and go back to the countryside first when you travel day and night. Uncle Ming will come back to find you when he has collected enough money."

After speaking, he got up and turned to the inn.

(End of this chapter)