Chapter 78 "Uncle Ming, I want to be a Taoist priest!"
"That's right, I came all the way from Central, just because I heard about your reputation. No, even if my family arranges for me to be an alchemist's assistant, I don't want to. I just want to practice Taoism."
Regarding the four or five people chattering around him, Uncle Ming did not raise his head to look at them. He just focused on shaking the fried rice in the pot.
He said calmly: "Those who practice my Maoshan Taoism are destined to have five disadvantages and three shortcomings. Can you do it?"
Several people were stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding the situation.
Uncle Ming raised his chin, "Well, if you don't understand, let your senior brother explain it to you."
Yin Xiu drank a glass of beer and said cheerfully: "The so-called five disadvantages and three shortcomings are that in our profession of Taoist priests, it is easy to lose hands and feet, have no children, and have a short life..."
"Okay, stop talking, everyone is gone."
Uncle Ming picked up a plate of fried rice and put it on the table, then pulled up a stool and sat down.
"I don't know what these people are thinking about rushing into the street? Why haven't I seen anyone come to learn Taoism before? Didn't you see that we have caught all the zombies in the past month, and you feel that being a Taoist priest is very majestic and you can win over, so you come here to learn Taoism?"
He curled his lips and looked at Yin Xiu again, "How is it? How is the wound that was bitten by the Zombie King last time?"
Yin Xiuzheng was eating the plate of glutinous rice, and just said vaguely: "It's just a little skin injury. It's healed early. It's unlikely that the bite will last a month."
Uncle Ming rolled his eyes, "That's easy for you to say. If we hadn't ground the Zombie King's teeth into powder and fed it to you, you would have turned into ashes like that boy Chen Bin."
Having said that, he sighed again.
"It's a pity, it's just a little bit worse. Although the zombie disaster was caused by him. But after all, he also helped and attracted the zombie king. At worst, after curing him, he was thrown to the police station, or the ancestor was killed. It’s better for him to be struck down by lightning than to turn into a zombie.”
Yin Xiu asked: "As for Uncle Ming, the so-called master who manipulated Chen Bin in the mouth of the Grand Master, did you find it later?"
"No."
Uncle Ming shook his head, "When my uncle activated the sky thunder, the Yin Qi had dissipated, so that we could no longer find that person's aura. Even when we ran to the top of the mountain, it was all empty."
Yin Xiu couldn't help but wonder: "Who are they?"
"They are probably some evil cultivators from Southeast Asia. No matter how much their hatred is, upright cultivators will not cause trouble when others are dealing with zombies. You must know that that guy is just a hair away from becoming a drought demon."
Yin Xiu also agreed with him.
The Zombie King's cultivation speed is really amazing. It seems that every time we meet, he is better than the last time. If it weren't for the help of so many Taoist priests, he and Uncle Ming would have teamed up to sell salted duck eggs below. went.
But the battle with the Zombie King did bring him a lot, whether it was his understanding of the dragon and tiger's energy or something else.
There is no need to say much about such mysterious and mysterious things as actual combat experience.
The most important thing is that after this month of cultivation, his cultivation has also broken through to the fourth level of Xuan Guan, and his use and understanding of the blood and energy in his body have reached a new level.
While he was thinking, Uncle Ming took out a paper envelope from his pocket and pushed it to Yin Xiu.
"This is?"
Uncle Ming yawned and said, "The subsidy, or hush money, given to us by the top patrol police officers, what our uncle means is that everyone should receive a share of this money, and treat it as a profit for everyone."
Yin Xiu laughed, "When did they become such good people?"
"Good guy?"
Uncle Ming said disdainfully: "The zombie incident is too big this time. I heard that even their boss's wife in Anglia was alarmed. Can these people not rush into the street in a hurry?" "At least those guys are sincere. We were not allowed to work in vain.”
Weighing the envelope in her hand, Yin Xiu expressed her satisfaction with a smile.
Uncle Ming rolled his eyes at him and scolded him with a smile: "Although I told you that people who practice Taoism should regard money as dung, but everything with yellow paper, glutinous rice, chicken blood, etc., costs money, and this money will fill our pockets." It’s just a loss.”
After a pause, he added: "There's no reason not to accept it. There's no reason why those demon hunters are going around and cheating, but we Taoist priests can't even afford to eat, right?"
After speaking, he didn't wait for Yin Xiu's answer. He took out another cigarette and lit it, but remained silent.
"Boss, two bowls of glutinous rice, rapeseed, pork rib soup, and half a roast goose."
Uncle Ming looked back when he heard the sound and saw two people, one tall, one short, one thin and one strong, standing next to the stall, wearing clean navy blue Tang suits and bamboo hats.
It was the short and thin man who spoke to him. In fact, that man also had an ordinary build, but compared to the man behind him, he looked a bit petite.
Uncle Ming put the cigarette in his mouth and stood up to greet them.
Glancing at the leader, Uncle Ming said, "There are not many roast geese left. Is it okay for those in the village?"
"Okay." The man nodded, "But you have to remove the skin, pour the sour plum sauce on top, and stir-fry."
Uncle Ming immediately frowned, put the raised kitchen knife aside, and said coldly: "My dear, if you are looking for trouble, you have come to the wrong place. I don't make much money here in a day, and I don't have the money to pay you the land fee."
The leader hid his face under the bamboo hat and smiled, and said lightly: "I don't mean anything else, it's just that we are not used to the roast goose in Hong Kong."
Hearing the accents of the two people, Uncle Ming asked, "Are you two from the north?"
The other party gave a thumbs up and said, "It's much further north."
Uncle Ming didn't go into details and just continued to ask: "Oh? If you're not used to the roast goose, why don't you two try another dish? The fried pork offal here is also very fresh."
The man shook his head, "We won't eat this kind of meat and fish."
Even Yin Xiu felt something was wrong at this time, and he leaned his hand on the folding stool beside him intentionally or unintentionally.
Under the gaze of Uncle Ming and Yin Xiu, the man turned around and motioned to the strong man behind him. The latter slowly took out something from his chest and slowly showed it to Uncle Ming.
After handing it under the light, Yin Xiucai discovered that it was a scarecrow the size of a palm.
The scarecrow's head had become charred black, as if it had been burned by fire, and even its limbs were faintly black.
There is a piece of red paper attached to the scarecrow's torso, which is tightly tied with several strings, leaving small traces, and there are silver needles stuck on it.
Yin Xiu saw at a glance that Chen Bin's name and his birthday were clearly written on the red paper.
Uncle Ming did not take the scarecrow from the other party, but said coldly: "Two brothers, are you the masters on the mountain that day?"
"Exalts are not considered experts. Who dares to call himself an expert in front of Master Maoshan?"
The man finally took off his hat, revealing a pale face and neatly combed hair in a bun on his head.
The temperament and appearance of the two people are ordinary in the Taoist sect, but the most eye-catching thing is the corners of their eyes, each painted with two eye shadows, one red and one gold, mysterious and elegant.
"Yuan Tianwang, the Xingcheng of Qintian Supervisor, pays homage to the Taoist Priest."
(End of this chapter)
