Volume 1 Uncle Nine's World Chapter 122: Reopening of the Church
Where is the most important place for a force?
Treasure house? Armory? No, none of them. It's just the Sutra Library. Think about it, there are monks in Shaolin Temple, and so many people are willing to go in. Some of them have been hiding in it for decades. And they all have a special liking for the Sutra Library. You can understand why?
Sweeping monk? There are many sweeping monks, but they are the only ones who sweep the floor of the Sutra Library, and they have become peerless masters.
Jiale hadn't thought about the Maoshan Sutra Library at first, but now with Uncle Jiu's reminder, it has been put on the agenda.
"Oh, Jiu, you're back. I told you that you're not an ungrateful person. Your uncle and I have something to do, so how can you not help? When do you think we should leave?"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the house, and by the time the voice fell, it had already arrived in front of Uncle Jiu and Jiale.
If the forehead turns black, there will be a bloody disaster!
Many people think that this is a trick used by fortune tellers to cheat people out of money, but the fact is that the black center of the forehead is the easiest to see. For ordinary people, the forehead is the place where the three souls and seven spirits gather. Whenever there is a change in destiny, this place must be the first to change. If it turns red, the destiny is booming and the person will be rich and powerful. If it turns black, it means the destiny is declining and there will be a bloody disaster. If you can get through it, everything will be fine. If you can't get through it, you will report to the underworld.
Now Uncle Zhao is like this, and he has always been a person with little luck. Coupled with the way he spoke, Jiale finally understood why Uncle Jiu said that to him before. He doesn't even look like asking for help.
Ajiu!
Even though he is older in generation, he is not a blood relative, yet he dares to call Uncle Jiu like that. In this area within hundreds of miles, no one who lives to be nearly a hundred years old dares to call Uncle Jiu like that. Uncle Jiu is more of a respectful title. Jia Le can't see any respect for Uncle Jiu in this person's eyes. It is clear that he treats Uncle Jiu as a tool. After getting rid of the female ghost, he will probably kick Uncle Jiu away like a ball.
And judging from the look of it, I'm afraid he doesn't even want to spend money. No, he probably won't even prepare a meal. He's unlucky, has a bad fate, doesn't know how to behave, and is stingy. Well, it's confirmed. There's no hope for him.
Uncle Jiu obviously looked down on this guy, so he pretended not to hear and turned around to walk inside.
Uncle Zhao was immediately embarrassed and hurriedly chased after him. As for Jiale, Uncle Zhao didn't care who you were. You were just Uncle Jiu's junior. In his opinion, Uncle Jiu was his junior, and this even younger person was not worthy of talking to him. What's more, what's the point of talking to Jiale? It's a waste of time. It must be said that Uncle Zhao really embodied the word snobbish to the fullest.
I caught up with Uncle Jiu and said several sentences in a row, but got no response. It was only until the end that I reluctantly called him Uncle Jiu.
"Uncle Jiu, we are relatives, you must help us and not just stand by and watch us die."
Uncle Jiu was also annoyed by being pestered and glanced at him.
"I'm telling you the truth. You're full of evil spirits. Even if you catch a ghost, you won't have an easy life. Save your money and buy a good coffin."
Uncle Zhao's face flashed with anger when he heard this. Uncle Jiu was telling the truth, but Uncle Zhao didn't think so. He thought Uncle Jiu was cursing him. Uncle Zhao didn't dare to say anything more. He snorted and left. Jia Le took a look at this man and couldn't help but shook his head.
"Master, this guy is also a freak. It's really not easy for him to live till now."
Actually, Uncle Zhao is not that old. Although he looks old, he is actually much younger than Uncle Jiu. However, he has been able to live to this day with such a fate, which is indeed the good deeds of his ancestors.
"His father was a good man. He took good care of me when he was alive. His family was well-known in the town at that time, and the family business was much larger than it is now. It's a pity that he gave birth to such a useless child. He is good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. He often caused lawsuits for our family. The good family business was almost ruined. His father was mad at him to death, and the family was broken up. Even though he still has a winery, I'm afraid he can't keep it."
Oh! Turns out he’s a rich second generation!
Jia Le was not prepared to rush to catch the ghost. With Jia Le's ability, he didn't need to calculate the fate for it. Tonight was the night of his death, and no one asked him to catch the ghost. The ghost was there and could not escape. He would just wait until Uncle Zhao paid off his debt to the ghost, and then he would go.
Nightfall.
The origin of the name Jiuquan Town is actually because of a spring, or to be more precise, a mountain spring. The spring water is sweet and even intoxicating when you drink it. Later, some smart people began to use the spring water to make wine. It turned out to be very effective, so everyone followed suit, and gradually this place came to be called Jiuquan Town.
Jiuquan Town also gradually became a well-known wine-making town. Unfortunately, with the passage of time, Jiuquan was polluted by various wine-making wastes and lost its original charm. The taste of the wine was not right, and sales naturally dropped. However, at this time, the people of Jiuquan Town already made wine in every household and had no other livelihoods. Even if sales dropped, the winemaking could not be stopped.
Gradually, Jiuquan became completely smelly and dry, and finally there was no spring wine left. The people of Jiuquan Town had no choice but to find other ways to make a living. Gradually, there were only a few wineries left in Jiuquan Town. Uncle Zhao's winery was left over from that time, but it no longer used spring water, but only grain wine.
It’s just that Uncle Zhao is not a serious person. He mixes things into the wine and passes inferior goods off as good ones. The business of this winery can only be described as dismal. Even if it is not haunted, I’m afraid it will not last long.
Now that there's a ghost, there's no hope. Not only can't the wine be sold, even the winery has no one to buy it. The town is so small, if someone loses a chicken, everyone will know about it the next day, let alone if there's a ghost. Uncle Zhao can't hide it anymore.
After returning home, Uncle Zhao thought about Uncle Jiu's attitude towards him during the day. He became angrier and angrier and couldn't help but curse.
Uncle Zhao's house is next to the winery. This spendthrift guy has long since squandered the ancestral home and can only live in the winery.
You say he is not without money. After all, he runs a winery. It is impossible that he doesn't even have money to find a place to live outside. You know, his winery is haunted, so he is not afraid of being killed by ghosts in the middle of the night. But he really is reluctant to spend money on this. He can eat and drink, and gamble and whore, but he really doesn't waste a penny of the money that shouldn't be spent. It has to be said that he really spends money wisely.
As the cursing became more intense, a cold wind suddenly blew up in the courtyard. Uncle Zhao was still cursing without realizing it. At this time, he was not only cursing Uncle Jiu. As time passed, everyone in Jiuquan Town seemed to have become a bastard. No one who walked through his mouth could escape unscathed.
Bang!
The door suddenly opened, and Uncle Zhao was finally startled. He stopped cursing and looked outside nervously. He didn't realize it just now, but now that his attention was pulled back from his emotions, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching him in the dark.
Thinking about the female ghost in the winery, Uncle Zhao couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.
In fact, it’s not that he is not afraid of the female ghost. The reason why he still lives here is that the female ghost has appeared for more than half a month, but for some reason, she did not attack him, so he let down his guard.
However, thinking about what Uncle Jiu said during the day, Uncle Zhao felt a little unsure about what he was thinking.
"Forget it. Little Taohong in Cuihonglou must be missing me again. I should go see her tonight."
I can’t stay in this winery tonight, Uncle Zhao muttered, and headed straight for the winery gate to leave.
boom!
The winery door that was originally wide open was unexpectedly closed before Uncle Zhao. Seeing this scene, Uncle Zhao was scared to death and lost all his spirit.
Cold sweat had soaked his clothes and beads of sweat were streaming down his forehead.
"No, it must be because the wind is too strong tonight."
Comforting himself verbally, Uncle Zhao didn't dare to delay. He dragged his trembling and almost unable to move legs to the gate and was about to open it.
But today the door seemed to be locked with a heavy iron lock, and no matter how hard Uncle Zhao tried, he couldn't open it.
"Woo woo, that link must be wrong, I'll try another door."
Naturally, the winery has more than one gate, so Uncle Zhao had to change the gate.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Just as he moved his feet, he heard a sound behind him. Uncle Zhao's face turned pale and he almost died on the spot. He turned his head with difficulty and saw that a coffin in the yard began to move, as if the rhythm could not be stopped. However, this was not a coffin for a dead person. This coffin was prepared when his father died.
He originally bought the poplar coffin to save money, but the rumors in the town were so intense that he had no choice but to keep the coffin and replace it with a better one. However, he was reluctant to throw away the poplar coffin, so he left it in the yard, preparing it for use in the future if he needed it.
Because they are afraid of bad luck, they would stick a word "Fu" on the coffin during festivals. I have to say, most people don't have the brains to do this.
But why can't this empty coffin be suppressed today?
boom!
Just when Uncle Zhao was thinking that out of sight, out of mind, he was about to run away, the coffin lid could no longer hold him down and it bounced up. A red dress fluttered and a graceful figure flew out.
Seeing this scene, Uncle Zhao died on the spot. Well, there is no need to go to Cuihonglou, the girl has already been sent to the doorstep. Unfortunately, this girl seems to be not easy to serve.
The cute female ghost in red looked at Uncle Zhao who had fainted from fright in front of her, her face full of resentment.
"Do you know why I have been waiting for so long? You have possessed me since I was a teenager. For three whole years, not only did you not marry me, you also hired people to gang rape me, and finally brutally killed me. Yes, it was today three years ago. Now I am finally back. Didn't you say that you would die on the same day of the same month of the same year? You didn't leave with me in the same year, so now we can only die on the same day of the same month."
After saying this, the female ghost in red stretched out her claws towards Uncle Zhao.
At this time, Uncle Zhao, who was lying on the ground, couldn't help shaking, then jumped up quickly and fled from the spot. Oh my god, he was pretending to be unconscious. If it was any other day, he might be able to get away with it, but tonight is the day when the female ghost comes to claim his life.
"Ah, help!"
Looking at Uncle Zhao running away, the female ghost laughed even more happily. You run away and she chases you, but you can't escape.
hiss!
The ghost claws grabbed his neck, leaving a deep red mark. It was karma after all, and the old grudges were resolved with the new ones.
Mute mute mute!
There was a sound of crows cawing in the sky. The female ghost looked up at the sky and seemed to have noticed the crows. A fierce look flashed in her eyes. Oh my god, this is about to explode. It is obvious that she is not satisfied with her revenge and wants to retaliate against the society. The next step is probably to exterminate all living things.
Jiale saw everything through the crow's vision.
Just as the female ghost in red was about to step out of the winery gate, a ray of yang fire suddenly descended, completely blocking her way.
Seven fire crows appeared, and the female ghost in red was suddenly terrified.
"monster!"
Even if it becomes a ghost, or a ghost soldier, it is just an ignorant ghost soldier. Just as people are afraid of monsters, ghosts will also be scared when they see monsters.
The red-clothed female ghost died with resentment. After more than a month, she transformed into a ghost with the strength of an evil ghost. Now that her great revenge has been achieved and her resentment has been eliminated, she has broken through to the ghost realm in one fell swoop.
It's just that compared with all the ghosts in the human world, this ghost soldier seems to be considered a top-notch ghost. But in front of these seven fire crows that specialize in eating ghosts, it is really not that good.
dumb!
The seven fire crows looked at each other, and then the little crow opened its mouth and spit out a stream of black mist.
The female ghost in red became even more frightened when she saw the black fog. When she saw the black fog, she felt like she had met her nemesis. However, just when the female ghost in red wanted to hide, the black fog seemed to have a navigation system and quickly wrapped around her.
In a blink of an eye, the black fog pulled and wrapped it like a rope, then dragged the red-clothed female ghost back to Xiao Qi's mouth and swallowed her in one gulp.
That's right, it was the magical power of the seven fire crows to devour souls and spit out spirits. However, this one female ghost in red was obviously not enough for the seven fire crows to share. Xiaoqi was the youngest among the seven fire crows and was usually the best taken care of, so the power was given to Xiaoqi.
In Uncle Jiu's house, Jiale felt that there was another Qi Refining-level energy bead in the unknown space, and he was very satisfied.
The energy beads of the Spiritual Transformation level are not easy to obtain, but it would be great if he could get a few more of the Qi Refining level energy beads. This harvest is considered a good one. He originally thought that the female ghost in red was just an evil ghost level, but he didn't expect that Uncle Zhao would help and directly create a ghost soldier, which was a pleasant surprise.
However, this female ghost in red can only be regarded as a small episode, the main course is still to come.
When I woke up early the next day, I heard the clanging sound of gongs in the town.
“The church is reopened!”
“The church is reopened!”
…
Uncle Jiu and Jiale both came to the outside of the yard. Jiale said to himself, here it comes. The church will reopen and the vampire will come out soon.
Uncle Jiu's face changed and he cried out "Oh no!"
"Jia Le, let's go. Once the church opens and the Three Evils move, something bad will happen to the town."
It is said that Uncle Jiu did not know the situation of the church at that time, let alone that there was a vampire hiding in the church. After Uncle Jiu went down the mountain and returned to Jiuquan Town, he found that something was wrong with the church. The Three Evils gathered together the three evils of heaven, earth and man. If the three evils could be balanced, the town could be stable for a while. If the three evils were unbalanced, the three evils of heaven, earth and man would roam around the town and destroy the feng shui. At the very least, the whole town would be in turmoil, and at the worst, no one or animals would be left.
The two of them rushed all the way to the church, only to find a group of people in missionary uniforms distributing things at the door of the church.
Uncle Jiu naturally had never seen such a scene, but Jiale had seen it a lot. First, gifts were given to attract people, and then the doctrine was spread. It was estimated that they would talk about donations later.
Sure enough, after the things were delivered, a donation box was placed in the middle, asking people to donate money.
It is not known whether this was the idea of the mayor and his son, but these two were very active and took the lead in donating a lot. With the mayor taking the lead, other wealthy families in the town did not want to offend him, so they donated some money. However, ordinary people did not care about this. In this day and age, who can care about who? They can take things and shout slogans, but if they want to donate money, forget it.
"Everyone, come and donate money."
The beautiful figure in front of the cash box attracted quite a few people. Jiale couldn't help but take a few more glances. Jenny, who was wearing a small dress, had a plump chest and a delicate face. It was obvious that she was not stingy at all. She showed everyone a small part of her things, which made people have a lot of associations about the rest. Compared with Jenny, Ren Tingting and Ren Zhuzhu were considered to be dressed conservatively.
These foreign-educated women are actually crazier than men.
Jiale made a blind guess that most of the men coming to the church were probably attracted by this woman. However, Jenny's father was one of the richest men in the town, so these men were just feasting their eyes on her and did not dare to be too presumptuous. In this era, one should marry a virtuous wife, and if they married a woman like Jenny, these honest men would be afraid that they would not be able to control themselves.
"Wait, the church can't be open."
The missionary was speaking happily when Uncle Jiu's voice rang out among the crowd like thunder, and the eyes of the townspeople immediately focused on Uncle Jiu.
"Who are you?"
The missionary had never seen Uncle Jiu, but seeing how righteous and majestic he was, he was a little unsure and hurried forward to ask.
Some townspeople had already vaguely recognized Uncle Jiu, after all, his straight eyebrows were rare.
"You are Uncle Nine!"
No one knew who called out first, but when the others heard it, they all quickly reacted , "It's Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine is back."
When the mayor and his son heard the voices of the crowd, their expressions changed and they thought to themselves: Oh no! Why is Uncle Nine back now?
Although he had his own little plan in mind, the mayor could not let things go, so he went up with the townspeople to greet Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu had a high status in Jiuquan Town, and when he returned to the town, he dealt with several evil things in the town and showed a lot of his real abilities. To this day, the townspeople still remember him clearly and dare not forget him.
There is no conflict of interest, and now that we meet again, we are actually very enthusiastic.
The missionary's face changed when he saw that this newcomer had such a high reputation. He thought to himself that it was troublesome. Nowadays, there are more and more missionaries. He was originally just an ordinary person. Later , influenced by the Lord, he went abroad and accepted the Lord's influence. After returning from his studies, he wanted to spread the glory of the Lord all over China, and Jiuquan Town was the first stop.
There is a church in the town, and the natural conditions are very suitable. The missionary naturally does not want it to be destroyed, but he has just arrived, so it is obviously not suitable to force it, not to mention that the other party seems to be of a relatively high status.
"Sir, why are you stopping us from reopening the church?"
Uncle Jiu stared at the missionary in front of him, and could not see the slightest fluctuation of mana, nor any trace of magic. He was not a monk at all. Such a person actually moved the Three Evils. I'm afraid the church is opened today, but the person will leave tomorrow, and he doesn't even know he's about to die.
"The church is located in the most dangerous place in the whole town. If it is reopened, it will disturb the three evil spirits and will surely cause unrest in the whole town."
Everyone is in unrest!
The missionary was immediately relieved.
"We are not afraid of trouble, as long as people are at peace. We have the Lord's blessing, and the townspeople have the Lord's blessing, so nothing will happen."
"Yeah, nothing will happen."
When Uncle Jiu talked to the missionary, it was like a cow talking to a chicken; they were simply not on the same channel. In the end, Uncle Jiu tried to persuade him, but he had no choice but to let the mayor decide to reopen the church. People were waiting to do business there. If the church was not allowed to open, it would cut off their source of income. How could the mayor agree? In the end, Uncle Jiu did not stop the church from reopening.
But later on, Uncle Jiu didn't insist.
After all, he came back this time to deal with the Three Evils. Before these missionaries didn't exist, Uncle Jiu could just deal with the Three Evils without anyone noticing. But now it's no longer possible. With so many missionaries coming, they will definitely keep an eye on the church. If he tries to stop them again, people who don't know will think that Uncle Jiu is doing something wrong.
Just let them suffer a little loss first. Anyway, with Uncle Jiu's current skills, as long as he takes action early, no one will be killed in the town.
"Xiangxi is driving corpses, strangers should stay away!"
That night, a group of corpse-driving teams came from outside the town and went straight into the town, their target actually being the church.
Jenny, who was originally sleeping soundly, was also woken up. She opened the window and looked out. Wow, she was already wearing revealing clothes during the day, but compared with now, that was nothing. During the day, she could cover most of her clothes, but now, most of her clothes were exposed. Not to mention humans, even zombies could not resist the temptation.
A line of corpses were moving forward under the command of the Taoist priest in front. The one at the end of the team glanced upwards inadvertently and saw Jenny. The white patch of white immediately made the corpse stunned. This dead man actually smiled like that, and it was a silly smile.
The Taoist priest in front noticed something was wrong and looked back quickly. He saw this scene and was immediately furious. When he looked in the direction of his gaze, he couldn't help but feel dizzy. However, seeing that this guy was about to go upstairs, the Taoist priest didn't dare to delay and hurried forward to capture him.
The Taoist priest has a very clear idea of which is more important, making money or getting women. If he messes up this trip, he will have trouble getting food, let alone women.
At this moment, Jenny's mind was filled with the scene of a dead body grinning at her. Jenny, who had received Western education, had never believed in corpses or ghosts. But when she saw such a scene today, she felt a little scared. She closed the window and lay on the bed, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what. She tossed and turned and still felt uneasy.
Her mind suddenly recalled the Uncle Nine whom she saw at the church door during the day. She had heard from her father that this Uncle Nine was a Taoist priest who caught ghosts and had real skills.
She had been disdainful at first, but now she was beginning to trust Uncle Jiu a little.
There was no time to sleep. Uncle Jiu's house was not far from here. Jenny put on her clothes and headed towards Uncle Jiu's house.
Jiale was still practicing when he heard a knock on the door outside the courtyard. He expanded his spiritual sense and immediately saw Jenny. He couldn't help but feel curious. It was so abnormal for a woman to run into their Taoist den in the middle of the night.
He shook his head, got up and opened the door.
"What are you doing?"
Jenny didn't plan to say anything more when she heard Jiale's question. She came to see Uncle Jiu, not to find his apprentice.
"I'm here to see Uncle Nine."
Jiale was used to this kind of situation and didn't think much about it. However, Uncle Jiu was really not there. After all, he had left the town for twenty years. Now that he was back, how could the old people in the town not treat Uncle Jiu well? At this time, Uncle Jiu was still eating outside and had not come back yet. Jiale didn't want to waste time on those things, so he didn't go with Uncle Jiu.
"Master is not here."
Not here!
Jenny couldn’t help but reveal a bit of worry when she heard that, “Sorry to bother you.”
I have to say that this woman was very straightforward. When she heard Jiale say that Uncle Jiu was not there, she left without asking any questions. Jiale then remembered what was going on. He probably saw the fake zombies brought by Taoist Jianglong, so he didn't plan to make any more trouble and just sent them out the door.
Not long after Jenny left, Uncle Jiu also came back, but he did not come back on his own. He was followed by a Taoist priest with a square face and considerable magical powers. Jia Le guessed who the man was after thinking for a moment.
I didn't expect that this Taoist Master Jianglong had some cultivation level and was actually a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage.
"Jia Le, this is your uncle Jiang Long. Although he is not from the same lineage as us, we often practiced together when we were in the mountains."
Jiale bowed to Jianglong, but Jianglong looked at Jiale with a serious expression, and there was even some jealousy in his eyes. As two of the 100 lineages of Maoshan, his Hefeng lineage was no different from the Yinyang lineage. He thought they were both in decline, but today he saw a junior with higher cultivation than himself. What did this mean? It meant that the Yinyang lineage's luck had not dissipated at all, and it was a sign of prosperity.
How is this possible?
His Hefeng lineage has no hope, so how can your Yinyang lineage still rise? Thinking of this, Jianglong felt a murderous intent in his heart.
Jiale was so sensitive to murderous intent. How could a cultivator in the early stage of Qi Refining show murderous intent in front of him? Jiale couldn't help but look at Uncle Jiu and gave him a look that could only be understood: Uncle Master, can I kill this fool?
