As the downfall of the Republic of China, there was a Taoist priest named Uncle Jiu

The richness of the food was beyond Uncle Jiu's expectations. Although he didn't pay much attention to his tongue, he was a little flattered by the richness.

"When I came here, I heard someone talking about the recruitment of soldiers in Qingshan Town. How many soldiers and horses do you have now?"

Gu Zhou smiled and said, "Not much, just one thousand and five."

"You are preparing..."

Uncle Jiu frowned slightly. He was not isolated from the world, so he naturally knew that the Qing court had perished. Counting 2000 years ago, which dynasty would not be in troubled times after its demise?

As soon as the troubled times came, hundreds of ambitious people collapsed.

At this time, Gu Zhou recruited soldiers. Could it be that he is also an ambitious person?

This is not good news for Maoshan either.

Gu Zhou shook his head: "Uncle, don't worry, I'm not an ambitious person, I don't want to get involved in the troubled times, I just recruit soldiers to increase my self-protection power, and by the way, protect as many people as possible within the scope of my ability , to save them from war."

Uncle Jiu admired in his eyes: "Your kind of heart is very good. This is what Maoshan disciples should have. Do something and don't do something. Although I have practiced Maoshan disciples for decades to subjugate demons I believe in my own responsibility, but if you can fulfill the responsibility of protecting the environment and the people within your own ability, I will be far inferior to you."

"Uncle Master is serious."

Gu Zhou was noncommittal: "I am also practicing Maoshan's philosophy of joining the WTO. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. If the people trust me, I will live up to their trust. I don't want to leave a name in history, but I just want peace of mind."

"That's right, Uncle Master toasts you with a glass of wine!" Uncle Jiu raised his glass solemnly.

"Thank you, uncle!"

After drinking it in one gulp, Uncle Jiu said strangely, "But Qingshan Town probably can't afford so many soldiers and horses."

Renjia Town is so rich, it is highly likely that Renjia Town is struggling to support a 500-strong army, but Qingshan Town can afford it?

Gu Dahai felt a little ashamed and said: "Our Qingshan Town is indeed too poor, and these 500 people are all supported by Gu Zhou."

Uncle Jiu was hesitant to say anything. He raised 500 horses by himself, and all of them were fully armed. How rich should this be?

Gu Zhou was a little humble: "Uncle, I just started a small business that is not worth mentioning. It is a bit difficult to raise [-] soldiers and horses, but it is still easy to raise [-] soldiers and horses."

Uncle Jiu sighed again in his heart, the elder brother really took in a good student.

Full of wine and food, Uncle Jiu got up and went to the door, and Gu Zhou followed him out.

"This time I received a letter from your Uncle Qianhe, saying that he encountered a difficult matter and needed my help. He said he had returned the letter to your master, but he didn't receive a response, so I stopped by. I went to Yinlong Mountain and found that he was not on the mountain."

Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice: "That's why I came to Qingshan Town, and I would like to invite you to come with me."

For Ren Jiazhen and his party, he already knew that this nephew might not be weaker than himself, and he was a powerful helper.

Uncle Qianhe?

Gu Zhou thought of the royal zombie who killed Daoist Qianhe. Could it be that he had a premonition that something was wrong, so Feihe sent a letter for help?

"Master uncle asks for help, and the younger generation is naturally willing to do so. When are you going to leave?"

Even Daoist Qianhe almost suppressed that royal zombie, plus himself and Uncle Jiu, in Gu Zhou's view, it has become the essence.

The essence delivered to the door, can he not?

"Soldiers are expensive, let's go now. Qianhe set off from the southwest to transport the zombies to the capital. Now, calculating, it is estimated that there are still two or three days before we arrive in Xiangxi. I agreed with him on the meeting place. Zombies can't walk fast, and our normal riding speed, from Qingshan Town to Xiangxi, is about three days."

Gu Zhou nodded: "Okay, I'll make arrangements first."

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Ren Tingting stayed in Qingshan Town, Xiao Hongyi wanted to follow, Gu Zhou also refused because of the unknown dangers of the trip, let these two women chat together, anyway, I'm not here, I don't care if you are the Shura field Still hell.

Gu Zhou and Uncle Jiu have a horse and a horse, and the horse's four hooves are covered with armored horse symbols.

It is the armored horse talisman used by Taibao Dai Zong in the Water Margin. Two armored horses are tied to his legs to make a "shenxing method", which can travel five hundred miles a day; four armored horses are tied to his legs. It can travel eight hundred miles a day.

The armored horse can also affect the horse naturally. If you let the horse run away, it will be no problem, but it will definitely run away to death.

Qingshan Town is about [-] miles away from the agreed location in Xiangxi, but that is a straight-line distance. The real distance to ride a horse is about [-] miles.

After all, Hunan is a hilly area with many mountains. There may be only ten miles between two places, but it often takes twenty or even thirty miles to get there.

Chapter 148 Wuxin Mage

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

A day later, he had already entered the border of Hunan, and it was getting dark. Gu Zhou asked the way, and it was not far from the town in front, but Uncle Jiu suddenly reined in his horse and stopped, looking at a man tens of meters away.

The man's clothes were ragged, his face was expressionless, and he walked blankly, like a walking dead.

Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice, "That person is weird!"

Gu Zhou followed his gaze, and what Uncle Jiu was referring to was a monk with fair skin, thick eyebrows, slightly sunken eye sockets, blank eyes, and aimless walking.

"Soulless and soulless?"

Uncle Jiu had already opened his heavenly eyes, and he could tell something was wrong at a glance. Gu Zhou used a heavenly eye talisman, only to be surprised to find that this monk was soulless, a walking corpse.

But he doesn't have any corpse aura, hostile aura, which has nothing to do with zombies.

"Uncle, what is this?"

Gu Zhou reviewed the "Maoshan Shilu" and found that there was no record of this kind of soulless and non-zombie situation.

Uncle Jiu shook his head. This situation also touched the blind spot of knowledge.

The monk also saw the two men and two horses, his eyeballs rolled a bit, he got out of the dazed state, became melancholy and moving, stepped forward quickly, stood ten meters away, clasped his hands together, and was about to speak.

"Gollum..."

There was a muffled sound of thunder in his stomach, and he touched his hungry and deflated stomach. The monk's fair face was slightly red: "You two, I haven't eaten for a long time, can you give me something to eat?"

Looking at his state from a close distance, Gu Zhou became more and more surprised. Except for his lack of soul, soul, and heartbeat, Gu Zhou was no different from a human in any other way.

But he is definitely not a human being. Gu Zhou raised his vigilance, took out two steamed buns from the bag hanging on the horse's back and threw them to him, and asked casually, "Monk, what is your name and where are you going?"

Wuxin hadn't pretended to be a monk for 30 years, and even the name of the Buddha was unfamiliar. After thinking for a while, he said shyly, "Amitabha, poor monk Wuxin, the world is so big, everyone is a place to go."

"Wuxin? Wuxin Mage?"

Wuxin picked up the steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth, said vaguely: "Well, someone called me that."

"Gu Zhou, do you know him?" Uncle Jiu looked over.

Gu Zhou naturally denied it: "His name is Wuxin, isn't he the sorcerer Wuxin?"

Master Wuxin doesn't know, there is no birth, no death, no soul, no soul, only an immortal body.

He will never grow old and never die, he seems to be no different from a fairy Buddha, but in fact he has no supernatural powers, just not old, just not dead.

Like ordinary people, he needs to eat when he is hungry, drink when he is thirsty, wear clothes when he is cold, and rest when he is tired.

So in his boundless life, the most important thing is to live like ordinary people.

Of course, he can live without eating, drinking, wearing, or sleeping.

However, he can feel the feeling of hunger and cold.

However, the feeling of hunger and cold is too uncomfortable, and it lasts for a long time without beginning and end.

Because her hair can only grow to the length of her eyelashes at most, Wuxin spends most of her life as a monk. Being a monk is a better job than working as a coolie.

He claimed to be able to recite scriptures, tell fortunes, read Fengshui, and drive away demons and ghosts.Among them, chanting scriptures is true, exorcising demons and catching ghosts is also true, fortune-telling is all nonsense, and looking at Feng Shui is even more nonsense.

With the above few stunts, he lived in a daze for thousands of years, and at the end of his life, he became tired of living and didn't want to live anymore.

Gu Zhou looked at the mage Wuxin who was devouring him, thoughtfully, whether he was heartless, so there is Yue Qiluo?

"Uncle, is there such a sect as Qing Yun Temple?"

Gu Zhou remembered that Yue Qiluo used to be a Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple, and he was an uncle of the grand master who was born out of the dust, and he practiced magic to control souls.

Later, he was expelled from the school for practicing sorcery. He has been practicing by absorbing the essence of mortals, and his soul has reached the realm of immortality.

Yue Qiluo wanted to experience the love in the world, but never thought about the disparity in family status. After being rejected by Duan Sanlang, she first controlled Duan Sanlang, and then let Duan Sanlang commit suicide after getting tired of playing.

The former master of Qingyun Temple, that is, Yue Qiluo's senior brother, was sealed in an ancient well with the seal of Taoism and magic.

After more than 100 years, he was accidentally rescued by Wuxin, and the two were entangled endlessly.

Yue Qiluo is not a fun thing. The sorcery she practices is that her soul will not disperse and reincarnate in other people's bodies with her memories. Sometimes she is reincarnated as a man, and sometimes she is reincarnated as a woman.

Uncle Jiu replied: "There is this sect near the capital, which has been passed down for 800 years. It is the leading sect in the Zhili area."

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The implication is that Qingyun Temple can only dominate the Zhili area, and it is nothing outside of Zhili.

Unlike Maoshan, Longhushan and other big schools, which belong to the leading big schools in China, Qingyun Temple is far behind.

Uncle Jiu also mentioned a history of Qingyun Temple: "About the end of Ming Dynasty, the younger brother of the master of Qingyun Temple was expelled from Qingyun Temple because of practicing sorcery. During the period, they carried hundreds of paper figurines and ravaged one side, becoming a giant in the evil way, and in the end they caused great anger, and each faction sent out masters to chase and kill them."

"In the end, his senior brother, the master of the Qingyun Temple at that time might have forgiven his sin, and sealed this person up with his life." Gu Zhou was very puzzled: "Why didn't you kill him?"

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He was puzzled by one thing. No matter what novels or TV dramas, decent characters always like to talk about the virtue of good life when dealing with villains. After suppressing the villains, they don’t kill them, but seal them, giving the villains a chance to break free from the seal and make trouble again. .

Wouldn't it be better to just kill him?

"Do you think the masters of various factions don't want to? This man's paper figurine technique is extremely vicious. The soul on the paper figurine is connected with his soul. If he dies, hundreds of souls will also be scattered. If he doesn't die , You can also find a way to untie the connection between him and hundreds of souls, so that they can be reincarnated."

"After solving this problem, in order not to destroy the seal, the masters of various factions did not enter the seal again, but added several formations on top of the seal of Qingyun Guanzhu, which not only strengthens the seal, but also has lethality. If there is an accident, he can be wiped out within 150 years."

Not surprisingly?

It just happened by accident.

Gu Zhou shook his head, looking at Wuxin who had already eaten two steamed buns and was belching full.

The group released Yue Qiluo by mistake.

Once a giant of the evil way two or three hundred years ago broke free from the seal, Gu Zhou felt that with his current strength, he might have no choice but to run away.

I just don't know if the generation of Maoshan's head teacher, elders, and those who are in charge of each line can deal with it.

The aura of heaven and earth in the late Ming Dynasty is completely different from the richness of the aura of the weather today, and the standards of masters at that time are also different from those of today.

Chapter 149 The Faceless Stone Buddha

"Uncle Master, do you know where the seal is located?"

Gu Zhou decided to avoid this place, maybe he can try it when he becomes stronger, so forget it now.

Uncle Jiu shook his head: "I don't know, maybe I have to go back to Maoshan to check the classics."

"Thank you both."

After belching, Wu Xin clasped his hands together and saluted.

"It's a trivial matter, Monk Wuxin, let's go together?"

Gu Zhou is not worried about Wuxin releasing Yue Qiluo now, if he remembers correctly, the time when Wuxin released Yue Qiluo was the time when the warlords were fighting, and the president had changed several times.

"Are you two going to the county in front? I heard that this county is not small, and I will definitely get money. When I have money, I will invite the two of you to a restaurant for a banquet."

Uncle Jiu couldn't help laughing, he let go of his vigilance against "[-]", and then looked at Wuxin, who was not much different from ordinary people: "You are a monk, and you still go to restaurants? Are you a monk of wine and meat?"

"Haha, wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha keeps it in his heart."

After eating, Wu Xin was still in the mood to start a joke.

Uncle Jiu smiled casually: "Since you know that wine and meat have passed through the intestines and left in the Buddha's heart, you should know who said it?"

"who is it?"

Inadvertently asked blankly.

He was just pretending to be a monk, but not a real monk. He didn't know who said this sentence, and he was not interested in knowing it. He just heard this sentence by accident during his thousands of years of life and remembered it.

"It really is a fake monk, even Zen Master Daoji doesn't know."

Uncle Jiu really looked like this: "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha kept it in his heart. If the world learns from me, it is like entering the way of a demon. This is the whole poem."

"Hehe, is that so?"

Wuxin shrugged, not caring at all, then pulled out an old handkerchief from the sleeve of the monk's robe, stretched out her hands and covered her eyes.Tie the two ends of the handkerchief in a slipknot behind his head, he stepped forward and said without turning his head, "If you want to enter the way of magic, you can enter the way of magic."

Uncle Jiu was surprised, he thought he would be annoyed if Wuxin was exposed by him, but in the end he looked indifferent, as if he had nothing to say.

The two horses walked slowly, and the monk Wuxin walked aside, the sleeves of the long and soft monk's robe hanging down to cover his hands.