Chapter 87 Conspiracy

Chapter 87 Conspiracy

Chapter 87 Conspiracy
As the words fell, Uncle Jiu walked out of the room wearing a Taoist robe:
"Your seventh uncle is right. If they had the good fortune to obtain a second alien species, they wouldn't be in such a miserable state."

"Do you really think that alien species like this monkey are good?"

"Based on the current environment, if nothing unexpected happens, similar species will not have a chance to be born again."

"If they can really come up with a second species, not to mention you, even your master, I will have to run away..."

Alien species in the world are rare, especially primate species like this, which are rarer than ever.

If they were blessed with secret mantras and fed with magical medicines to open their minds and intelligence, and if they were taught martial arts to become guardians of the sect, then that would be the foundation that could ensure the peace of the sect for decades.

It's a pity that these evil monsters from evil sects didn't understand the rarity of the treasures and they just squandered them.

This kind of alien species can be said to be related to luck to some extent. If he could really see the second kind of alien species, he would probably have to ask for help.

There are too many things involved, but generally speaking it's about luck. People with great luck are difficult to deal with.

For a moment, Uncle Jiu looked at the dead Xiashan white monkey curled up in a ball below, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed:
“…They are all a bunch of losers!”

Seeing the master suddenly walk out of the room, Qiu Sheng walked up quickly and asked his master:
"Master, how is it? Has Po's soul been summoned back?"

After hearing Qiu Sheng's question, Ah Hai looked at Uncle Jiu with anticipation. After all, he grew up with Ah Bao.

However, seeing the expectations of the two apprentices in front of him, Uncle Jiu sighed helplessly:
"The magic cast by the demon behind me is too vicious. Although I can forcibly recall the spell, it will cause damage to his soul."

"So after fighting with him for a few rounds, I put down my things and planned to come out to help you."

"I didn't expect that everything has been solved by your seventh uncle. It seems that I came out a little late..."

But after sighing for a while, Uncle Jiu looked at the dark world outside with a serious face:
"But after being hit by my spiritual sword, I'm afraid the person behind this won't feel well either. Now it depends on who can outlast the other!"

the other side.

In a desolate courtyard of the Shi family, a wealthy family in Zhuliu Town, there is a large altar.

The altar is three feet high and built off the ground.

On all sides of the altar were the corpses of several pigs, cows and sheep that had just been slaughtered and were still bleeding.

The smell of blood filled people's noses.

At this moment, Gu Lao was sitting on a cushion on the altar, as if he was casting a spell and fighting with others.

Next to him sat a figure also wearing a black robe, but he had a whip rolled around his waist.

Looking at the way he closed his eyes and made hand gestures, he looked like he was battling with others just like Gu Lao.

There were even a few green lights lit throughout the courtyard, which looked very eerie.

At one of those moments.

I only saw that Gu Lao, who was fighting with that person just now, suddenly opened his eyes:

"……not good!"

A moment later, he saw a burst of energy suddenly burst out from the chests of the three mummies in front of him:
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Three streams of energy suddenly exploded and blew up the three mummies, and also blew up the jar of incense ash in front of them:

"boom!!"

For a moment, Gu Lao, who had just hidden behind, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood:

"What a drastic measure!"

When he said this, he looked at the small King Wen drum on the left side of the altar with some relief:
"Fortunately, Lin Jiu took his disciple's soul into consideration and did not really kill him, otherwise he would have suffered a great loss this time!"

When he said this, a trace of fear flashed across Gu Lao's eyes:
"No wonder that old man has been following Lin Jiu all the time. It turns out he wants to seek protection from him. I really underestimated you..."

However, just as he was spitting blood and looking at the King Wen drum on the altar with a ferocious face.

The tall and thin figure in black suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and even the black robe on his body was blown apart:
"...Poof!"

When the black robe exploded, one could only see that his skinny body seemed to be covered with many long hairs.

It looks like a humanoid monkey.

However, these long hairs began to turn white rapidly when his clothes were blown up, and then completely dried up in the blink of an eye.

The skinny black-robed figure now looked like an old man in his seventies or eighties, with age spots quickly appearing all over his body:
"……How can it be?"

Looking at the changes in his body, the skinny figure looked as if he couldn't believe what was happening:
"How could a white monkey from the Gorge Mountain, a species blessed with so many spells, be subdued so easily by them?"

When he said this, he looked at the equally incredible Gu Lao next to him with a ferocious face like a ghost:
"Didn't you tell me that this operation was foolproof? How could the monkey I risked my life to cultivate die there?"

“…Speak! Tell me!!”

Looking at the hand covered with age spots that was holding his arm, Gu Lao also had a very unpleasant expression:
"I'm sorry, Brother Monkey. I really underestimated Lin Jiu and the others this time."

"I didn't expect that they could subdue your monkey while fighting me. This is really beyond my expectation..."

Looking at the ugly face of Gu Lao in front of him, Brother Monkey seemed very excited, even to the point of losing his composure:
"You said it lightly. You just spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, but the alien species that I risked my life for was not only killed, but even my Taoism was broken."

"Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"

Seeing the tall and thin figure in front of him who looked like he was going to die soon, Gu Lao thought seriously for a moment, then said solemnly:
"Brother Monkey, let me put it this way. I have contact with Wang Po, the horse thief of the Five Immortals Gang on the South Mountain. Their Five Poisons Magic can make a person indestructible and recreate a physical body."

"I originally planned to invite him to join forces with us to kill Lin Jiu and his group. Now you just happened to join the team and use their blood to practice special arts."

"There are many people around, such as Renjia Town and Jiuquan Town. This much blood food should be able to make up for your loss, Brother Monkey!"

Seeing Gu Lao's serious expression, Brother Monkey thought for a moment and then nodded:

"Are you talking about the notorious horse thief Wang Po from the Five Immortals Gang? If it's really them, then their Five Poisons technique is really useful." When he said this, he was no longer as ferocious as before, and even smiled:
"If I can really restore my body and regenerate my blood and energy by then, I will definitely give you, Brother Gu, a great gift!"

Seeing Brother Monkey's attitude, Gu Lao laughed:
"Hahahaha...Brother Monkey, if you think so, then you are right. You should get up where you fell."

"I am waiting for you, Brother Monkey, to lead the numerous bandits from Nanshan to massacre all the people in the towns of Zhuliu, Ganquan, etc."

After he finished speaking, he led Brother Monkey to the backyard, and soon they found a tall horse:
"Brother Monkey, this was originally the gift I was going to give you, but I didn't expect it to be a blessing in disguise."

"With this horse and my letter, Wang Po and her gang will surely come here and burn, kill and plunder without waiting!"

When he said this, he took out a black envelope and handed it to the monkey brother in front of him.

Seeing that Brother Gu had already arranged everything, Brother Monkey struggled to climb onto the horse's back, and then whipped the horse hard:

"Brother Gu, wait for my good news!"

After saying this, he took advantage of the cover of night and rode his horse into the darkness, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Watching Brother Monkey go away, Gu Lao looked at the King Wen drum in his hand with a ferocious look on his face, and then snorted coldly:
"Don't you want to call back your apprentice's soul? But I won't allow you to do that!"

"I can't wait to see you unable to find your disciple's soul, and can only helplessly watch your disciple sigh foolishly..."

When he said this, he cast a spell to knock the King Wen drum away and threw it into the pigpen next to him.

After finishing everything, he laughed:

"Oh, I forgot about Mr. Shi. Mr. Shi has always liked that fat pig's childhood sweetheart."

"This time I just happened to bring that Boss Zhu over to take a look. He has ruined this marriage, so I'll give Lin Jiu a headache first, hehehehe..."

When he finished speaking, he just laughed, and it seemed that there was a bit more evil on his face.

the other side.

Qiu Sheng, who had just been through a fight, found a bunch of lychee wood under the command of his master and burned the dead monkey.

"Master, if we can't find Po's soul tonight, will the person behind the scenes do something stupid out of desperation?"

Looking at Ah Hai who looked worried, Uncle Jiu pondered for a while, then said confidently:
"He was hit by my spiritual sword, so his mind must have been severely damaged. Naturally, he also knows my ability."

"Under such circumstances, if there was no real possibility of an overwhelming victory, he would never do such a decisive thing."

"After all, I have already lit a perpetual lamp for your Senior Brother Abao on the altar, which can temporarily protect his soul."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu paused for a moment, then spoke softly:
"The most likely thing he is doing now is to use a special method to suppress your brother's soul, or to hide it somewhere else."

"So starting tomorrow you should go find Ah Zhu and ask him to pay attention to the surroundings to see if he can encounter Ah Bao's soul."

"Abao and Azhu are childhood sweethearts and are engaged. They have a sense of connection in their minds, so their chances of finding the soul are greater than ours!"

After saying this, he turned his gaze towards the altar, where there was a strange oil lamp that was lit with the force of seven stars.

Seeing the Seven Star Lamp burning brightly without any sign of fading, Uncle Jiu felt more at ease.

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Ah Hai nodded, and then said very seriously:
"Don't worry, Master. I will tell Ah Zhu everything tomorrow and ask him to find Ah Bao's soul as soon as possible!"

Looking at the monkey corpse that was about to turn into ashes, Qiu Sheng cautiously asked his master:
"So what... hehehehe... Master... when will you teach me the Yin-Yang Tongxin Method?"

"...I just want to ask...while I am practicing the Yin-Yang Tongxin Method...can I also learn some boxing from Uncle Seven?"

Seeing Qiu Sheng's cautious and tentative look, Uncle Jiu looked at him with a half-smile, and then said softly:
"Are you interested in the zombie fist that Uncle Seven just performed?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu reveal the secret at a glance, Qiu Sheng just laughed:

"Master, I am doing this for the sake of cultivation. After all, it is impossible for me to ask Seventh Uncle to help me out every time something goes wrong, right?"

"Although he is indeed experienced, he is already over 70 years old, which means he is not young anymore..."

Although Seventh Uncle was indeed very impressive just now, he has not forgotten the incident of his Seventh Uncle's sudden twisted waist.

After all, Seventh Uncle is really old!

Seeing Qiu Sheng directly admitting that he wanted to practice Zombie Fist, Uncle Jiu's face suddenly became serious.

Then he clenched his fist and gave Qiu Sheng a slap on the face:
"I have many Maoshan spells, plenty for you to choose from. Why do you need to practice Zombie Fist?"

"Moreover, the Zombie Fist is the face of the Zombie Sect. It may not be a big deal if Seventh Uncle uses it, but if you practice it, it will be a provocation to the Zombie Sect!"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu looked at Qiu Sheng with a look full of teasing:

"If you are not afraid that one day a dozen Zombie Sect masters will come to you with zombies at night, you can just go and practice with your Seventh Uncle..."

Hearing this, Qiu Sheng shook his head repeatedly and quickly rejected Uncle Jiu's proposal:

"Forget it, forget it. I don't think I'm meant to be with this zombie fist. It's better not to practice it..."

Seeing Qiu Sheng's retreating look, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but give him another slap on the face:
"Remember, you are a disciple of Maoshan, not an independent person without any foundation. If you want to learn anything, come to me, your master!"

"Don't underestimate your seventh uncle, as he may have a lot of background. But apart from the external magic of the sect that was destroyed, the others are all well-known sects."

"Don't think about sneaking past me and learning from your seventh uncle. If I find out, I will break your legs!"

When he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but warn Qiu Sheng with a stern look on his face.

Stealing skills is no joke.

Seventh Uncle might be able to hold on, but Qiu Sheng's weak arms and legs make it very easy for him to be caught and defeated.

That could really kill people!

(End of this chapter)