Chapter 26 Human touch
Chapter 26 Human touch
The two stayed in the ancestral hall for a while.
After Uncle Jiu applied hot eggs to his eyes and adjusted his qi and blood, the panda eyes gradually faded.
Unless someone specifically looks, no one would notice the faint fist mark and would just think it was the dark circles left by a lack of sleep.
Looking at Qiu Sheng who was like a lackey and was giving him this and that, Uncle Jiu, whose dark circles had disappeared, could not help but snort coldly:
"You are a man with a conscience. I will remember what happened this time. I will settle the rest with you after I have dealt with this zombie!"
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you open the door and prepare a medicinal bath for Wencai?"
After hearing Uncle Jiu's instructions, Qiu Sheng happily opened the door of the ancestral hall and then went to prepare a bucket for bathing.
Seeing Qiu Sheng's servile appearance, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but laugh:
"I don't think this brat's filial piety will last long..."
Although he knew that based on Qiu Sheng's personality, he would definitely not think of cooking an egg for him right away.
There must be the figure of that old man, Seventh Uncle, behind him.
But some things are not calculated that way. At least this time his mood was much better.
After gathering his clothes, Uncle Jiu cleared his throat, and walked towards the main hall with his head held high and his hands behind his back:
"Qiu Sheng, are the things ready?"
Hearing his master's words, Qiu Sheng, who had already carried the large wooden barrel in, quickly spoke up:
"Okay, okay, just wait for the sticky rice."
Looking at Qiu Sheng busying around, Uncle Jiu nodded imperceptibly.
It seems that inviting Seventh Uncle to the charity cemetery is not without benefits. At least Qiu Sheng has learned how to practice cultivation.
Originally Qiu Sheng was a talented person, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to develop some skills just by playing all day.
Compared with this, his literary talent is much worse.
Even if he devoted himself to cultivation, it is estimated that his literary talent would not be able to achieve anything significant, and in the end he could only make a living by relying on the charity cemetery.
Just at this time.
Song Feng, who was sitting on a chair next to him with a cane, smiled and said to Uncle Jiu:
"How is it? Am I right?"
"This young man is full of vigor and vitality, and he always makes some unexpected moves. We need to be more cautious when doing things..."
When he finished speaking, Song Feng looked Uncle Jiu up and down, focusing on his pair of panda eyes that had faded.
However, after spending a long time with Song Feng, Uncle Jiu was naturally able to learn something.
His demeanor remained unchanged, as if he had no idea that his seventh uncle was implying something about him.
If the masters below knew that Uncle Jiu had made such great progress so quickly, they would probably slap their thighs in joy and shout:
"My grandson Fengjiao has the qualities to be the leader!"
Looking at the smiling Seventh Uncle, Ninth Uncle also smiled back:
"Yes, the older the ginger, the spicier it is."
"But as the saying goes, the waves behind push the waves ahead, and each wave is stronger than the last. As the wave behind, I must naturally follow the pace of my seventh uncle..."
Hearing Uncle Jiu say this, Song Feng, who was smiling and watching how Uncle Jiu would respond, subconsciously raised his eyebrows.
Wow, you've improved quite quickly, and now you know how to appreciate yourself as a senior.
"By the way, Uncle Jiu, when you were communicating with the female ghost, did you notice anything unusual about her?"
Hearing Seventh Uncle changing the subject, Ninth Uncle's mouth curled up slightly and he thought for a moment subconsciously.
After all, although this old guy is very cunning, he still has substance in his words. It is impossible to joke about this. "When I fought with him, I found that there was no resentment or yang energy in him, and his Taoism was not low. It seems that he should be a female ghost with a predestined relationship..."
When people turn into ghosts after death, most of them will become very extreme, full of resentment and it will be difficult for them to find the correct way to practice.
A female ghost with clear eyes like this seems to have some good luck. If she hadn't bewitched Qiu Sheng, Uncle Jiu might not have chosen to bring misfortune upon her.
After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Song Feng seemed to remember something and said in amazement:
"It seems that Qiu Sheng is a talented boy, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make this female ghost so devoted to him."
"If she just wanted to absorb his Yang Yuan for cultivation, then it would be fine. But if this female ghost just wanted to have sex with him and express her love, then it would be quite interesting..."
When he said this, Song Feng looked at Uncle Jiu who was frowning in front of him with deep meaning:
"I just don't know how Uncle Jiu will treat this destined couple when the time comes."
The fate between humans and ghosts is very interesting.
Don't say anything else.
If a female ghost absorbs essence to practice, these evil ghosts will naturally be dispersed.
I’m afraid that this female ghost will give her true love.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk!
No matter how much this ghost practices, it can sometimes be very extreme.
Female ghosts are either completely emotionless, or once they have feelings, they are infatuated and willing to die.
Looking at the meaningful expression on Uncle Seven's face, Uncle Nine frowned:
“…I don’t think so…”
At the end, Uncle Jiu was a little hesitant.
He hadn't reacted until Seventh Uncle mentioned it, but now that he feels like there's something going on.
Although Qiu Sheng looked listless, the essence in his body was not damaged.
Could it be that this brat is really lucky and met a female ghost who is truly infatuated with him?
If this is the case, then it will be a bit troublesome, and I'm afraid we can't just disband them casually...
Thinking of this, he glanced at Qiu Sheng who was busy pouring hot water from glutinous rice into the bucket, and then said seriously:
"It's too early to say this now. If that female ghost is really sincere, then what if I let her live?"
"But now the female ghost has entangled Qiu Sheng, and he also has the mark of the female ghost on his body. He can't escape it."
"Tomorrow I will set up an altar in the charity cemetery to catch ghosts. This will also be a good opportunity to see if the fate that Seventh Uncle mentioned is really as strong as gold!"
Seeing that Uncle Jiu, who insisted on fighting against good and evil all his life, was somewhat relieved, Song Feng smiled even more:
"Uncle Jiu is still very humane..."
Although Uncle Jiu seems a bit stubborn sometimes, if you think about it carefully, some things are just achieved by him going with the flow.
After all, if he didn't let go, would the female ghosts really be able to escape from the charity cemetery?
After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Uncle Nine's face darkened immediately:
“I’ve always been very human!”
At this moment, Qiu Sheng, who had boiled the hot water, shouted in the direction of the two of them at the right time:
"Master, Uncle Seven, the glutinous rice is ready and the water in the pot is heated. Should we just put Wencai in there, cover the pot and cook for a while?"
(End of this chapter)