I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

Russell jumped forward and jumped into Wen Cai's arms. Although Wen Cai didn't know what happened, he was very obedient.

Holding Russell tightly with both arms, kicking his legs, the duck-scattering man ran away, as if there was a vicious dog chasing him.

In fact, it's almost the same. These yellow-skinned people who have practiced for many years are not much different from vicious dogs.

Old Huang Pizi bent down and picked up the paper on the ground, with a look of disbelief on his face, it was obviously a spell, how could it be like this?

He turned his head and looked at the two incomplete pieces of paper that fell on the ground before, and the old Huang Pizi saw it instantly.

He was tricked by that baby boy just now!

That milkman's body is shining brightly, it's all paper, it's not a bullshit spell at all!

"Chase and kill them!"

Old Huang Pizi's mouth was almost crooked. He studied human beings and lived for more than a hundred years. Not to mention his mind is like a monster, he is smarter than that Zhuge Kongming, but he will not be treated like a fool.

I'm furious!

More than a dozen little yellow-skinned goblins screamed and landed on all fours, quickly chasing Wen Cai and Luo Su who were fleeing.

The more the old Huang Pizi thought about it, the more angry he became, and he turned into a yellow phantom, following the smell on the road, he chased forward.

They cannot escape!

"Junior brother, the two of us seem to be on fire this time."

When Wen Cai heard the angry hissing sound from behind, his whole body suddenly became ill, and he ran faster and faster on his two legs. If these guys catch up, it will be too bad!

He was out of breath, panting heavily, "Junior Junior Brother, it would be great if those spells just now were true."

"Isn't this nonsense?" Russell rolled his eyes, who the hell would put charms all over his body after sleeping?

He is not that Emperor Gou, the safety of going out this time is [-]%, rounding it up, it is no different from courting death.

The area around the magic weapon is covered with spells, and the puppet explores the way. After counting, it is [-]% safe, hey, there is still a possibility of death.

Forget not going out.

"It's not my fault. I didn't find the charm in the place where the master hid his private money. Maybe he hasn't drawn it yet."

Russell muttered in a low voice, "Master is so lazy, he asks me to practice drawing talismans every day, but he never draws himself, hum!"

Hearing the little junior muttering in his ear, the corners of Wen Cai's mouth couldn't help twitching. Uncle Jiu often likes to draw talismans, but as a result, the more talismans he draws, the less he draws.

It was only later that Uncle Jiu discovered that Russell stole his talisman to hunt birds. He only needed a little mana and a little precision.

That barbecue smells great.

Wen Cai couldn't help but licked his lips with his tongue. The younger brother has a lot of ideas since he was a child, and his skills in roasting birds and chickens are really good.

A gust of sarcasm rushed over, pulling Wencai back to reality in an instant, and in front of the two of them, a little old man stood there hunched over, looking at the two of them with a sinister smile on his face.

It's that old yellow man!

Wen Cai was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, why did the old Huang Pizi run so fast, and even ran in front of them.

Old Huang Pizi grinned, "Young boy, why don't you run away?"

"Humph!"

Luo Su took out a mirror from his arms, and there was a gossip charm behind it, which was Uncle Jiu's gossip mirror.

After hearing Luo Su read a few words, the gossip mirror flashed brightly, the old yellow man looked at it disdainfully, and wanted to lie again?

The light flashed out instantly, and hit the old Huang Pizi's body heavily. The light was as hot as the sun, and the fur on the old Huang Pizi's chest was burned instantly, leaving a big black mark.

The air is still filled with the smell of cooked meat.

"My little brother, this mirror of yours is actually real." Wencai also thought the mirror was fake, but he didn't expect it to be real, "Master, this mirror is a treasure, why is it in your hands, you stole it ?”

"nonsense!"

Russell pouted, "Master's is mine, mine is mine, how can it be called stealing, that's called stealing sheep!"

He raised the gossip mirror in his hand, and the old Huang Pizi on the opposite side backed away in fright. The gossip mirror flickered several times, and finally dimmed again.

"oops!"

Russell screamed strangely, "It's not good, it's not good, my mana is gone, and the Eight Diagrams mirror can't be used anymore!"

Old Huang Pizi was overjoyed when he heard this, and couldn't help but want to laugh wildly, the little kid was indeed a little kid.

The mana is gone, and there is still yelling, it is simply courting death!

Before the old Huang Pizi could make a move, Russell burst into tears, "Help, master, help, your good apprentice is about to be beaten to death!"

"Scream, scream, no one can save you, now you are dead."

Old Huang Pizi's eyes were cold, and his teeth were grinding. He must make this little brat pay the price in blood!

He leapt forward and rushed towards Wencai and Russell. Russell's eyes were full of teasing, without any panic.

Old Huang Pizi's heart skipped a beat, what's the matter?

In an instant, he understood.

"Bold evildoer!"

A roar came from a distance, with an angry tone, before the old Huang Pizi could react, he was pierced by a galloping golden light and settled on a tree beside him.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a mahogany sword!

Old Huang Pizi stared wide-eyed, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Uncle Jiu rushed over from a distance with a face full of anger, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of spells precisely hit the chasing little Huang Pizi, who fell to the ground wailing.

"It's not easy for you little monsters to cultivate, and you are usually left alone, but today you dare to bully my apprentice, I really think you are a great fairy!"

Uncle Jiu stretched out his hand and patted Russell's head. He was relieved to see that he was not injured.

"The Taoist priest, please forgive me, I am under the seat of the mountain god, please spare my life."

Nailed to the tree by the peach wood sword, the old Huang Pizi still did not die, which shows his tenacious vitality.

Uncle Jiu ignored it, turned his right hand into a sword finger, and the mahogany sword shone brightly, and the old Huang Pizi wailed, and died instantly.

"Master, what should I do if the mountain god comes here?"

Russell looked at Uncle Jiu curiously, and blinked his eyes wide. Is this the so-called old man who hit the young one? I didn't expect that there was someone behind the old Huang Pizi.

Uncle Jiu snorted and hugged Luo Su in his arms, "Mountain God? I respect him to save face, and if I don't respect him, how dare he say anything?"

Russell's face was full of surprise, when did Uncle Jiu become so domineering?

"Hmph, I forgot to tell you, your little master uncle has recently become the city god of the underworld, and he is in charge of this area."

Russell suddenly realized that there are people in our underworld.

"And your second master uncle is also a judge in the underworld. Your master master uncle is a god in the sky, and your master master uncle is even more incredible. These mountain spirits and wild monsters dare to bully my Maoshan people, hmph!"

Mao Shan, what big legs!

Russell couldn't help but want to poke his waist and laugh, everyone is the second generation of rich and second generation officials, he is the second generation of Taoism, no, the eighteenth generation of Taoism.

He may not be awesome, but his ancestors are all awesome.

Long live the grandpa!

Please master the upper body!

I really don't want to try at all.

Chapter 8 The Dadong Sutra of Shangqing

Xuanqi Maoshan has a strong atmosphere, and the spiritual officials of the Three Qing Dynasty sit in the shrine.

The flying thunder and sword rain destroy evil spirits, and the two sleeves of heaven and earth calm yin and yang.

Uncle Jiu took out a stick of sandalwood from the side, pinched it with two fingers like this, and the sandalwood was burnt like this.

Russell's eyes lit up, why hadn't he seen Uncle Jiu have such abilities before, if the old smokers from the previous life saw this, they would all cry with envy.

It's not about the lighter, it's mainly because he's handsome, with a pinch of his finger, the cigarette is lit like that, which is extraordinarily dignified.

"There are countless Taoist cultivators in the world, like crucian carp crossing the river. Most of them are casual cultivators and miscellaneous cultivators. Only a few of them have survived for thousands of years and are flourishing."

Uncle Jiu put his right hand flat on his chest, with a proud expression on his face. He grew up in Maoshan, learned Maoshan Dao, and has long regarded Maoshan as the most important part of himself.

As soon as Maoshan was mentioned, Uncle Jiu would go on and on, telling the origin and experience of Maoshan in great detail, but his voice became smaller and smaller as he talked.

I saw his little apprentice Russell sitting cross-legged on the bed in a serious manner, his little head kept moving up and down.

Actually fell asleep!

Uncle Jiu was a little dumbfounded. When he was teaching Wencai Qiusheng, although the two apprentices were dull in aptitude, they listened very carefully.

this little guy!

He didn't say anything more, turned around and took out a yellowish ancient book from the dark compartment behind the portrait.

"Cultivating the Dao requires cultivating Qi. You are weak now, and you usually have to practice Baguazhang hard. You must not lose your energy and spirit."

"Our Maoshan lineage, the way of cultivation is the "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing". You must study hard and don't be lazy all day like your two senior brothers."

"After so many years of practice, Qiusheng has learned a little bit, and Wencai has not even learned a little bit. You have to give a sigh of relief to the teacher!"

As if thinking of his two incompetent apprentices, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, he later took in another young apprentice.

Otherwise, this line would be lost. Uncle Jiu had pinned his hopes on Qiu Sheng.

But now with the talented Russell, Uncle Jiu shifted all his focus.

Literary talent, Qiusheng doesn't like Taoism, forget it, and keep them safe for a lifetime, and seek wealth for a lifetime.

In the next life, find a good family for them to reincarnate.

Russell nodded with a serious face, he didn't look like he was snoozing just now, he was obviously just pretending.

"Master, I will definitely carry forward the Taoism of Maoshan, become a new generation of Maoshan Heavenly Master, and marry many, many wives."

Russell snorted, "When the time comes, I will put your tablet under the patriarch and enjoy the incense of Maoshan. If anyone dares to talk nonsense, I will suppress him in the Maokeng for 100 years and stink him to death!"

"What nonsense!"

Uncle Jiu looked at Russell, who was talking nonsense, and couldn't help laughing. He touched Russell's head with his hand, and it was not easy to do these things.