I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Chapter 306 Mao Shanjian: I feel miserable! (4000)

 Chin Yao really respected Simu.

After all, if Simu hadn’t helped him run this stall in Maoshan, he would have been deeply involved in the whirlpool of sect struggles and trivial matters. Looking at the entire Yizhuang family, including Jiu Shu, no one can do better than Si Mu in this position.

 However, he agreed to inspect Maoshan Academy not out of respect for the fourth purpose, but because he smelled the yin virtues conveyed in the story...

In his memory, the story level of Maoshan Academy should not be low, because the two bosses active in the story are the General Ghost of the Qing Dynasty and the Emperor's Corpse of the Warring States Period.

The main line of the story is not complicated. It is said that during the Warring States Period, an emperor who longed for immortality died after taking an elixir. The alchemists spent the night embroidering jade clothes with gold threads for burial. Unexpectedly, the sky changed drastically during the burial, and the moon headed by Nine stars in a row, moonlight scattered, poured into the emperor's corpse, giving birth to an emperor's corpse, which was buried underground during the earthquake.

Time passed, and in the early years of the Min Kingdom, the new official Alexander Cao returned from abroad and took office in Wuming Town. On the day he took office, in order to show off and get rid of superstition, he moved into a haunted old Qing Dynasty house.

 As a result, something unexpected happened that night, and the ghosts of the Qing Dynasty were brought out. Fortunately, Alexander Cao had the three things to do as a new official, otherwise he would have died on the spot.

Further on, Alexander Cao accidentally discovered fragments of the Golden Jade Clothes. He was greedy for money and ignored Mao Shanjian's dissuasion. He secretly blew up the cave where Emperor Zong was, triggering a huge battle between humans, ghosts and zombies...

Qin Yao is looking forward to how much virtue this big fight will bring him. The villain in every story is his step to the top.

Um…

 Be grateful to your opponent.

 It is they who taught me how to grow.

“Senior nephew, this is Senior Brother Jianmao from Maoshan. Just call him Uncle.” In a blink of an eye, a square-faced old man with white beard and eyebrows walked into the room and introduced him immediately.

Qin Yao stood up from the chair next to the wooden table, raised his hands and saluted: "Greetings to Uncle Mao."

"You don't need to be polite to me, my nephew." After experiencing the treasure-giving congratulations during the day, Mao Shanjian was in awe of Qin Yao and did not dare to act like a master uncle at all, so he hurriedly returned the gift.

　　‘The attitude is very correct. ’ Qin Yao smiled and commented silently in his heart.

“Uncle Mao, I heard from Uncle Simu that you want to take the disciples from Maoshan Academy to the main peak?”

Mao Shanjian nodded and said with emotion: "When I attended the celebration banquet today, I realized that we have been sitting in a well and watching the sky in the past... The countryside is indeed not a good place to practice Taoism. I want to find a way out for those children."

 After saying that, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: It's also to find a way out for myself.

Judging from his grade, if nothing unexpected happens, he will never be able to attain enlightenment and become an immortal in this life. If he does not enter reincarnation, the best thing is to seek an official position in the underworld.

Qin Yao, who had just joined Fengdu, was like a golden thigh to him.

“Have you seen the ghost of the Qing Dynasty general?” Qin Yao suddenly asked.

Mao Shanjian was stunned and shook his head: "I have seen ghosts from the Qing Dynasty, but I have never seen any ghosts from the Qing Dynasty generals."

 “Where is the corpse of the Warring States emperor?” Qin Yao asked again.

Mao Shanjian continued to shake his head: "I haven't seen it either."

"It's fine that I haven't seen it before." After confirming the progress of the story with two questions, Qin Yao smiled slightly and waved: "Let's go, take me to Maoshan Academy to see it."

 Mao Shanjian: “…”

 Are you so resolute?

 He was panicked.

Just like a department manager who receives news of a spot inspection from a senior leader, without having time to make any response, he can only hope that the ‘employees’ in his department will be more alert and not let him slip up at the critical moment.

That would really cost you your life!

 As for refusal...

Mao Shanjian didn’t even dare to think about it.

Who can be so aggressive as to refuse random inspections by superior leaders?

 Early morning the next day.

Mao Shanjian, with the magic talisman attached to his leg, took Qin Yao to the foot of two hills covered with coffins. He pointed at the dirt road between the hills and said, "Senior nephew Qin, after passing this mountain pass, we will reach Wuming Town. ”

Qin Yao looked up at the two mountains of hanging coffins and asked curiously: "Is hanging coffin burial the custom here?"

“This is the custom in ancient times. In modern times, except for those who are extremely wealthy or those who desperately want to change their fortunes, they will choose to be buried in the ground.” Mao Shanjian explained patiently.

  “How to say it?”

“In ancient times, people here generally believed that the higher the hanging coffin, the stronger the soul of the deceased, and the stronger the soul, the greater the ability to protect the family.”

Qin Yao laughed dumbly: "Is this really the case?"

Mao Shanjian nodded: "Through my practice over the years, the ghosts or zombies at the top of the hanging coffin are indeed stronger than those at the bottom. I guess it may be related to the power of the moon. The higher the coffin, the better it is. The more powerful the moonlight is."

While talking, the two came to the entrance of the mountain. Suddenly a gong sounded in their ears, and then a young man wearing a Taoist robe jumped out.

"Master, why are you?" After seeing Mao Shanjian's appearance clearly, the man was shocked.

Mao Shanjian's face darkened, he glanced at Qin Yao secretly, and yelled at the young man: "You bastard, what are you doing here, do you want to rob?!"

“No, Master, I’m selling goods here!” the young man explained quickly.

Mao Shanjian twitched the corner of his mouth, stepped forward and twisted the other person's ears, scolding him: "You don't know how to practice well in such a good time, what are you selling here?"

“The peach wood swords, devil-conquering talismans, and evil-proof cards for sale...” The young man said instinctively, not knowing whether he was frightened.

 Mao Shanjian: “…”

 Am I **** asking you what you’re selling?

 Qin Yao couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

There is no other way, he has never experienced any special laughter-suppressing training.

“Shut up, go back and inform your senior brother that someone from Maoshan is visiting.” Mao Shanjian kicked him hard and cursed.

Based on his understanding of this disciple, if he didn't speak to this extent, he would definitely not be able to understand him no matter how much he hinted. At that time, I am afraid that I will have to embarrass myself in front of my nephew.

Now I just hope that Aguang will deliver the words smoothly, so that the idiots in the school can become serious.

"Noble?" A Guang blinked, turned to look at Qin Yao, and was secretly shocked: Are all the Taoist priests in the Zuting Mountain Gate so fierce?

"What are you waiting for? Go quickly." Mao Shanjian suppressed his anger and said.

“Oh, oh, let’s go now, see you master.” A Guang responded, looked away, turned around and ran away.

"Haha, don't worry about little things, my nephew. He is the most naughty in the whole school." After driving A Guang away, Mao Shanjian explained with a guilty conscience.

What can Qin Yao say?

 At this moment, he could finally understand the mood of the inspection team members in later generations.

"It's okay, uncle, let's keep walking..."

Mao Shanjian prayed silently in his heart and led Qin Yao towards the school without any hurry.

 Don’t dare to rush.

 I really don’t dare to rush.

 Who knows if those **** would have taken care of themselves if they had arrived early.

After grinding for a while, Mao Shanjian finally led Qin Yao to a small courtyard with the Maoshan Academy hanging there. Pointing to the inner courtyard, he said: "My nephew, this is the Maoshan Academy I opened. Including my daughter, there are a total of twenty-one disciples.”

“Let’s go in and have a look.” Qin Yao said, taking the lead in crossing the threshold...

The courtyard of this school is very large. There are weapon racks on the east and west sides. The racks are filled with various weapons.

Opposite the door are two rooms. The one on the left has rows of tables. At the moment, about twenty young people are reading books on the tables. The room on the right is filled with countless martial arts equipment, all of which are arranged neatly.

Mao Shanjian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Nephew, do you want to give them some guidance?"

Qin Yao shook his head and said with a smile: "Forget it today, let's wait for another day... I have to ask my uncle to help me find a place to live. I plan to stay here for a few more days."

Mao Shanjian couldn't tell whether he was happy or regretful, and he said quickly: "Okay, nephew, please come with me."

 At this time, in the classroom.

A girl in a blue dress held a book in her hand, sat upright at the desk, and said softly: "Are you here?"

 “I don’t know!” the young man sitting next to her responded.

 “If you don’t know, just take a look.”

“I don’t dare. What if I meet the noble’s eyes and he asks me questions again?!”

 Girl: “…”

 After a long time.

After settling down Qin Yao, Mao Shanjian turned around and came to the church. Looking at the backs of these people who were as motionless as wooden sculptures, he couldn't help laughing: "If you study as seriously as you do now, Taoism won't stretch your hips like this. "

 “Dad.”

 In the front row, the girl suddenly turned around, her eyes wandering, and asked doubtfully: "Where is the noble man from Maoshan?"

 “Go and have a rest.”

Mao Shanjian crossed the sidewalk and came to the lectern. He looked down at the crowd and said, "Prick up your ears and listen. The distinguished people here today are not only the powerful Waimao people, but also the nobles of all of us!

I am old and I don’t know how many more years I can live in the human world. After I die and go to the underworld, if the other party greets me casually, I won’t have to worry about my future ghost life.

 As for you, there is still a possibility of success in cultivating the Tao, and this possibility should be with the right person.

 He is the support I have found for you. Please behave well during this period. If anyone does not perform well and affects the impression of Maoshan Academy in the minds of noble people, don't blame him for being unkind as a teacher! "

All the disciples were shocked and said in unison: "Yes, Master..."

“Dad, how should we behave?” the girl asked immediately.

Mao Shanjian thought for a while and said to the young man next to the girl: "Aluo, tonight you teach the junior brothers how to invite ghosts. I will invite noble people to watch. You should be well prepared and don't show it to me." Smashed."

A Luo suddenly stirred up his spirit and said quickly: "Master, this disciple is not good at Taoism..."

Mao Shanjian laughed angrily: "Bastard, at this time you know that your Taoist skills are not good enough? Normally, if you are willing to work harder, how can you be so useless now when you rush to work?"

Alo was crying and had no temper at all after being scolded.

Mao Shanjian glanced from A Luo to the others. When he saw all the disciples lowering their heads, he sighed helplessly: "The ghost who died in three months has a slightly lower evil spirit. Considering your strength, it shouldn't be a problem."

 “Wouldn’t this look bad?” Arlo whispered.

Mao Shanjian was speechless: "It looks good to use the May Ghost, and it will make you look good."

 Alo: “…”

 At nightfall.

Mao Shanjian personally came to the backyard of the school and knocked on the door of Qin Yao's room: "Nephew, dinner is ready. Let's go and have something together."

Qin Yao flew up from the bed lightly, landed slowly in front of the door, and said with a smile: "Okay, uncle."

After a while, the two of them walked side by side through a full moon arch and came to the front yard. They saw a group of school disciples gathered around, listening to someone explaining something.

Mao Shanjian looked at Qin Yao from the corner of his eye. Seeing that he remained calm, he opened his mouth and asked everyone, "What are you doing?"

“Master, I am teaching my disciples to invite ghosts.” Aluo said according to the pre-rehearsed plot.

Mao Shanjian nodded, turned around and said with a smile: "Senior nephew Qin, why don't we watch their performance first?"

Qin Yao felt like a bright mirror in his heart, but he still had to give this uncle a bit of a thumbs-down: "Okay, uncle."

Mao Shanjian relaxed and looked at A Luo: "Then stop talking about it and just do it."

Alo took a deep breath: "Yes, Master... Xiaoguang, go and bring an urn."

"Yes, senior brother." Aguang nodded in agreement, ran into a side room, and kept saying in his heart: "I want March, not May, I want March, not May, March, May Moon’s…”

Muttering this, he picked a jar, moved it out, and placed it in front of A Luo: "Senior brother."

Alo nodded and ordered: "Scatter the ashes out a little, put the jar on the ashes, and then go get two big red lanterns."

A Guang followed his words and quickly prepared everything for casting the spell.

"ha."

Alo suddenly shouted, jumped over with a somersault, and performed a set of boxing techniques in the yard. Not to mention, this boxing technique was very powerful and impressive.

“Uncle Master, can I ask a question?” Qin Yao said softly.

 “Tell me, nephew.” Mao Shanjian responded quickly.

“Does this boxing technique have anything to do with inviting ghosts?”

 Mao Shanjian: “…”

  There is no relationship, this is purely a personal behavior.

 But can he say that? By saying this, doesn't it appear that there is something wrong with his disciple's mind?

 “My nephew, he is moving his body to keep himself in the best condition.” Suddenly Fu Ling came to his heart, and Mao Shanjian came up with a seemingly flawless explanation.

 Qin Yao raised his eyebrows.

 Okay, just say yes.

 I won’t argue with you.

“Open the door to the ghost, follow the path of the ghost, invite the ghost out of the underworld...” After a set of punches, Aluo finally got down to business. He made seals with his hands and pointed the swords of both hands at the jar containing the ashes.

 “Hu…hu…”

As he chanted the incantations faster and faster, gusts of dark wind suddenly blew in the courtyard, and the two lanterns were lifted by the wind Xuan'er and slowly rose into the air.

"boom."

"boom."

After Aluo bowed three times to the lanterns, two big red lanterns suddenly exploded, scaring a group of teenagers back.

 “Not good.” A Luo’s expression changed and he shouted at A Guang: “What month did you get it from?”

"Three, three...no, it's from May." Aguang said with a sad face.

A Luo shuddered and quickly ran towards Mao Shanjian: "Master, help me..."

 Mao Shanjian: “…”

 Chin Yao: “???”

 Uncle, are you just going to let me see this?

 (End of this chapter)