The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 175 Western Scientists

After hearing Seventh Uncle's words of praise and looking at his half-smile, Ninth Uncle became a little serious.

He knew this old man and saw through his tricks.

Thinking of this, he coughed lightly, and then looked at the doll in his hand:

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to come out by yourself, or do you want me to invite you out?"

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Qiu Sheng looked at the rag doll in front of him, which was only the size of a finger, with surprise.

"Master, is that ghost guy not dead?"

He had always known that there were all kinds of strange and mysterious magic in the spiritual world, but when he saw this rag doll, he was still a little surprised.

After all, the feeling of hearing the legend and seeing it with your own eyes is really different.

"Since you don't plan to show up, I can only ask you to come out!"

At this time, Uncle Jiu's left hand formed a sword gesture, and then he pointed it at the forehead of the rag doll from a distance.

However, at this critical moment.

The rag doll that had just looked very ugly and dull was now struggling rapidly in Uncle Jiu's hands:

"Stop, stop, this Far Eastern wizard wants to talk to you nicely."

A voice with a unique Western Chinese accent suddenly sounded, and then a negative energy was seen erupting from the rag doll.

boom! !

However, no matter how violently the rag doll resisted, he still could not escape from Uncle Jiu's fingers.

"…Wouldn't it be better if we did this earlier?"

Looking at the rag doll in his hand, Uncle Jiu dispersed his sword finger, and there seemed to be a bit of interest in his eyes:
"I didn't expect that Western magic has such a unique mystery. This method of replacing the dead and prolonging life is quite similar to the straw man substitute technique."

Although this doll is ugly, some of the spiritual practice concepts it contains are quite remarkable.

He had only seen such a vivid and unique object on the paper figurines of his seventh uncle.

In fact, to be honest, just based on their conversation just now, one can conclude that this doll is extraordinary.

Seeing that it couldn't escape from the palm no matter how hard it struggled, the little rag doll gave up struggling.

Then, he spoke helplessly:
"Hello, Master from the Far East, this is all a misunderstanding. I am actually a Western scholar and I mean no harm."

Listening to this Western accent, Uncle Jiu looked at the doll in front of him with great interest. The doll was very lively and could even speak.
"No ill intentions? If you have no ill intentions, then how could my disciple have a curse on his hand?"

If there were no conflicts between the two sides, Uncle Jiu would really like to communicate with fellow Taoists from different countries and different cultivation cultures.

The collision of ideas from different cultivation systems may actually give people inspiration. In terms of cultivation, Uncle Jiu's thoughts are relatively open.

When he said this, Uncle Jiu simply placed the rag doll on the table, and several people just stared at him quietly.

Was placed on the table.

The rag doll heaved a sigh of relief, then looked at the people present with its ugly face and explained:

"I know you don't trust me, but I really didn't lie. This was all just an accident."

When it came to this, the ugly rag doll paused, and then continued to speak in that Western accent:
"Actually, I found this doll in an ancient tomb. I am also a victim."

When it came to this, the doll began to explain with dancing hands, looking very excited:
"The reason why I am so keen on traveling around the world to study vampires and zombies and conduct scientific experiments is to save myself."

"This doll is cursed by the evil god. Anyone who touches the doll will be controlled by the doll after death."

"I want to live too. Please believe me, I really didn't mean to curse this gentleman~"

Looking at the rag doll who was trying hard to clear himself of suspicion and prove that he was indeed a victim.

For a moment, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but ask subconsciously:
"You mean, if I die, I will enter this rag doll like you?"

Now he still has Xiaoyu. If he resists with Xiaoyu together, can he succeed in resisting and not enter this rag doll?

Hearing Akiyama's question, the Western scientist seemed to be saved and quickly said:
"Yes, my last friend died at the moment I was bitten to death by a zombie."

"So, my friend, as long as you can stay alive, I won't be eaten by this damn rag doll."

"So we are still in the same boat. I really have no ill will towards you. In fact, I want you to live longer than anyone else."

Looking at the rag doll in front of him, dancing and speaking in a British accent, trying to prove his innocence.

For a moment, Uncle Nine subconsciously turned his gaze towards Uncle Seven who was sitting next to him watching the show.

After seeing Uncle Jiu's meaningful gaze, Song Feng smiled slightly, then nodded gently.

Seeing the understanding look on Seventh Uncle's face, Ninth Uncle's expression suddenly became serious:
"You just said that to make it hard for us to believe you. Faced with a weird rag doll, I will not let it survive."

"Instead of letting my disciples carry a strange thing, it is better to find a way to destroy it."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu picked up the candle next to him and looked as if he was going to burn the rag doll.

Seeing Uncle Jiu grab the candlestick, the rag doll quickly stepped back and then quickly explained:
"No, no, no, I am still useful. I am a Western scholar and I know a lot. Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Although this rag doll is cursed by the evil god, it is not indestructible.

Facing such an Eastern wizard who could not be cursed, he was terrified from the bottom of his heart:
"Let me go, please let me go..."

Looking at the terrified rag doll, Uncle Jiu turned his gaze to Qiu Sheng who was watching the fun nearby:
"Qiu Sheng, what do you think?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu looking directly at him and even asking about his thoughts, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but be slightly stunned:
"……I?"

Although he was wondering why the master was asking about his thoughts at this time, Qiu Sheng thought about it and said:
"Master, if he doesn't have much of an impact on me, it's actually okay to take him with you."

"After all, he is a living foreigner. Maybe I can learn some Western knowledge from him." After hearing what Qiu Sheng said, the foreigner nodded repeatedly, looking very excited:
"Yes, yes, yes, I am useful. I know a lot and I can teach you..."

Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu nodded as if helpless, and then said:
"Although my apprentice promised to let you live, as a master I cannot bring danger to my apprentice. I need to provide him with protection."

After hearing Uncle Jiu's relief, the Western scientist seemed very excited, and then he quickly said:
"Master from the East, please feel free to tell me. I will never refuse anything I can do."

"To use your Eastern words, even if I have to push the tripod, I will lend you my strength."

Looking at the little rag doll jumping in front of him, Uncle Jiu nodded, then looked at Qiu Sheng:

"Qiu Sheng, I remember that I gave you the Four Seas Magic Water that I refined last time. Do you still have it with you?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, Qiu Sheng quickly grabbed his bag, then rummaged through it and found the wooden bottle:
"...Master, I'm here."

Seeing the small bottle, Uncle Jiu nodded and took out a scarecrow from his bag:

"In that case, it's easy to handle."

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu quickly opened the small wooden bottle and took out the drop of special magic water inside.

Then, he skillfully smeared it on Qiu Sheng's finger that had a black line on it.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

When that drop of magic water was smeared on Qiu Sheng's finger, the black line on Qiu Sheng's finger seemed to fade slightly.

Then, Uncle Jiu took a silver needle and pierced Qiu Sheng's finger, drawing out a drop of blood:

"The straw man substitute, come on!"

He then guided the drop of blood onto the forehead of the straw man substitute.

Immediately afterwards, we saw that the little man made of straw actually absorbed the drop of Qiu Sheng's blood.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu grabbed the rag doll next to him, and then put the foreheads of the straw man and the rag doll together:
"Heaven and earth, please help me, Taishang Laojun, please show your power. I have straw in my hand, please give me a protective treasure, please show your power, Lord Straw!"

As he inserted the seal into the forehead of the straw man substitute, he immediately saw a similar seal on the forehead of the little rag doll.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu placed the scarecrow on the candle flame and lit it:
"boom!!"

But in the blink of an eye, the scarecrow turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu nodded seriously, and then threw the doll into Qiu Sheng's hand:
"I have eliminated the hidden danger for you. From now on, you can play with this thing. It is also a good opportunity to learn some knowledge as you said."

Seeing Uncle Jiu throw the doll directly into his hands, Qiu Sheng seemed very happy:

"Thank you, Master. Now I have a living doll. When we return, Wencai will surely be envious to death."

Seeing Qiu Sheng happily playing with the little doll, Uncle Nine shook his head and then looked at Uncle Seven:
"Seventh Uncle, how about we go out and sit for a while?"

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Song Feng nodded, then pushed the wheelchair out of the inn.

Two people stood at the railing.

Just looking at the bright moon in the distance.

After taking a look at the sky in the distance, Uncle Nine turned his gaze to Uncle Seven in front of him:
"I've already checked the spot. I'll be able to rescue Mamadi and the others tomorrow, but these zombies are a bit difficult to deal with."

"I wonder if you, Seventh Uncle, have any good ideas?"

When he finished speaking, Uncle Nine looked at his great uncle Seven who was sitting in a wheelchair in front of him with sharp eyes.

Ever since the last time he saw his seventh uncle getting rid of Ren Weiyong, he had vaguely guessed something.

Now is the time to verify your guess.

Seeing Uncle Jiu looking at him with sharp eyes, Song Feng chuckled and then said slowly:
"For zombies like this one that are only half a step away from flying corpses, my old bones don't have any good way to deal with them."

"If you really want to talk about it, dealing with zombies is the specialty of Maoshan disciples. Could it be that Jiu really has no confidence?"

When he finished speaking, Song Feng looked at Uncle Jiu with a hint of ridicule, looking like he was just watching the fun.

There was no sign of anything unusual on the old man's face, and then Uncle Jiu continued,
"The zombies this time are very powerful. We may even need your help."

"I hope you won't just stand by and watch the fun."

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Song Feng nodded:
"I believe you, Jiu, have the means to get rid of the zombie, but you are taking a bit of a risk with the rag doll."

When he said this, Song Feng looked at Uncle Jiu, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes:

"I don't believe that you didn't feel something deep inside this rag doll. Do you think that just using the Substitute Technique will be enough?"

Honest people who mean what they say are rare in the world of cultivation.

Most of the naive people who just listen to whatever others say end up being cheated by others before they can even take a few steps.

Some things depend on what others do rather than what they say. If they believe everything that kid says, then they are stupid.

Seeing the inquiring gaze of Uncle Seven, Uncle Nine confidently stood with his hands behind his back and gazed into the distance:

"Although the Western evil techniques are indeed extraordinary, my Maoshan magic is not so easy to get rid of."

"Since he wants to use Qiu Sheng's body to do something, then we naturally have to be rude if we don't return the favor."

"It's a good opportunity to teach them a lesson, so that those Westerners won't act too recklessly!"

Seeing Uncle Jiu so confident, Song Feng shook his head, and then pushed the wheelchair back to his room:
“Since you are so confident, Jiu, I won’t say much, but there are many evil spirits these days.”

"If you really want to gain merit for Qiu Sheng, there will be plenty of time later. Why are you in such a hurry..."

Looking at the Seventh Uncle who pushed the wheelchair into the room without listening to him, the Ninth Uncle said slowly:
"The future is indeed long enough, but sometimes a good opportunity only comes once..."

(End of this chapter)