Chapter 79 Sitting and discussing
After excluding Taoist Simu's one hundred and eight copper coins, Uncle Jiu put the remaining coins into the basket with sweat and sweat. His hands were shaking when he picked up the money, for fear that Liao Wenjie's price would be too high and the owner of the village would change.
However, it didn't happen. Liao Wenjie didn't know the market price, so he gave a price that Uncle Jiu thought was half sale and half free.
"I'm not in a hurry about the money. I'll leave it at Uncle Jiu's place first. I'm not in a hurry about the magic weapon. We'll talk about it after dinner. I have a gracious request. I hope you two can give me some advice."
"Ajie, you are good at everything, you are just too polite."
Simu took advantage of it, his chest clapped loudly, and he said bluntly: "I don't care about giving advice. It doesn't matter at all. We are just eating and chatting."
"That's right, Ajie, just tell me if you have anything."
"Well……"
Liao Wenjie nodded. There was a "Nine-Character Mantra" in the novice gift package. He had never understood why. There was no other way to use it except to use it to suppress his mental power.
The book he found at the flea market revolved around the nine-character mantra for a large part, but the annotations were too profound and he lacked knowledge. He could understand the words but not the meaning.
He has always wanted to find a true Taoist priest to answer his questions. He originally considered Zhong Fabai, but now that he met Uncle Jiu and Taoist Four Eyes, it would be sooner rather than later.
As soon as he heard Liao Wenjie's question, Uncle Jiu immediately felt dizzy. He even asked the master to follow the rules of the sect and refused to listen, let alone help explain.
That's what he said, but whenever Liao Wenjie mentioned the commentaries on the Nine-Character Mantra from his senior masters, he immediately held his breath and secretly loosened his hands covering his ears.
It’s so pretentious!
Maybe because he couldn't save his face, Uncle Jiu smiled coquettishly and said: "Ajie, you said you would let our brothers give you guidance, but in the end all the benefits were taken by us. If I keep silent, I won't be able to see anyone in the future."
"Senior brother, you are just too rigid. Not to mention that Ajie doesn't have a disciple. Even if he does, today we are just sitting and discussing, exchanging and learning from each other. Is there anything we can't listen to or say?"
"I passed it..."
Uncle Jiu nodded. For those who want to practice Taoism, a wealthy couple is indispensable, especially a ‘lover’. It is taboo to study alone without friends, and to work behind closed doors.
"Ajie, what you just said, I think it can be further broken down..."
"Senior brother, I don't quite agree with your opinion..."
"You two, what do you mean by this sentence?"
…
The three of them talked for a long time, and Liao Wenjie approached two teachers with a very positive attitude.
Whenever he said something, Jiu Shu and Si Mu Taoist would frown, and then express their own opinions. When they encountered different opinions, they would often argue until their faces turned red.
Outside the door, Uncle Jiu's apprentice Wen Cai stood stupidly.
He got up from bed at three o'clock in the morning and went to the dining hall in search of the noise. He saw that his master and uncle were showing signs of a fight, and wanted to go in and have a bowl of gruel, but he was afraid of being affected by the fish pond.
"Very hungry."
"Wencai, go in when you're hungry. Why are you standing at the door?"
Qiu Sheng, another apprentice of Uncle Jiu, walked in from outside Yizhuang. When he saw Liao Wenjie's unfamiliar face, he immediately asked: "Who is that, with Uncle Master?"
"I just woke up. Uncle Master may have come last night. I don't know that person."
Uncle Jiu's two disciples had mediocre literary talents. Qiu Sheng was unwilling to be lonely. They liked to be active rather than quiet, and they often got into trouble, which gave Uncle Jiu a headache.
Wencai's parents died early. When Uncle Jiu saw that he was alone, he took him as his apprentice, saving him from living on the streets.
Qiu Sheng is from the next village. He has outstanding qualifications and was spotted by Uncle Jiu. He comes to Yizhuang every day to report and listen to Uncle Jiu's orders.
These days, Master's 'father' is more than just talk. Once a master, he is always a father. Although the two of them are naughty and mischievous on a daily basis, they respect Uncle Jiu very much and do whatever he says.
"Wencai, Qiusheng, what are you two muttering at the door? Come over quickly, you are not polite at all."
"Here we come, Master." x2
"Good morning, master, good morning, uncle, this brother..."
Bang!
Uncle Jiu slapped his hand on the table, with a look of displeasure on his face: "No matter how big or small, you can call me brother, just call me uncle!"
The four-eyed Taoist also shook his head repeatedly. He had a soft mouth when eating people and short hands when taking people. The two of them learned a lot from Liao Wenjie. It would be too shameless to raise their seniority.
Furthermore, if the seniority is really messed up, how will everyone sit and talk about it in the future?
"Teacher, uncle!?"
Wen Cai scratched his head when he heard this, and Qiu Sheng smiled awkwardly: "Master, this uncle is so young!"
"Shut up, you can yell as much as you want, there's so much nonsense."
"Uncle Ninth, I'm about the same age as them. It sounds weird to suddenly ask them to call me uncle. Let's all do our own thing. Don't I also call you 'Uncle Ninth'?"
Liao Wenjie waved his hand, smiled and said to the two of them: "Brothers, is Geng your honor this year?"
"Nineteen!" x2
Are you so anxious at nineteen?
In particular, the contrast between the prematurely aging literary talent and the boyish-looking Jiu Shu is obvious. For those who don’t know, I would have thought that Uncle Jiu picked up a boy and practiced some evil magic at home!
Also, if he can do this at nineteen, then he can do it too.
Liao Wenjie thought about it and found that his own conditions did not allow it, mainly because of his eyes, which were too smart.
"I'm twenty-three, and my name is Liao Wenjie. If you don't mind, just call me 'Brother Jie' from now on."
"Brother Jie!" x2
"You two, please stop being so playful. Ajie and your uncle, I, are equals. You must respect him as much as you respect me. Do you understand?"
"I understand, uncle."
Wencai and Qiu Sheng sat down to eat and listened to Liao Wenjie and the others discussing the Nine-Character Mantra. Because it was difficult to understand and it sounded uninteresting, they ate in a hurry and went out to play together.
"Alas, these two useless things."
Seeing the two people walking away, Uncle Jiu hated the fact that iron cannot become steel, so he took the initiative to talk to Liao Wenjie about the secret skills of Maoshan.
He didn't talk much about the core secret techniques, and he didn't dare to talk about them. What he mentioned the most were some simple and easy-to-use techniques.
He could see that Liao Wenjie's foundation was weak and he had no master to guide him. It would be unsightly if he said it was too deep.
Taoist Simu didn't think as much as Uncle Jiu, and he didn't have as many taboos as him. He told the Taoists he was best at one by one.
He was not as qualified as Uncle Jiu, but he was proficient in Taoist arts such as refining corpses and raising ghosts. He could talk endlessly when he opened his mouth. Uncle Jiu coughed several times, but he didn't realize that he had revealed the secrets of the sect.
Liao Wenjie listened and took notes, feeling that this trip was worthwhile. These Taoist skills alone were enough to make a profit.
The three of them chatted until noon. Uncle Jiu asked Wen Cai to cook and then went to the street to buy some cooked food. In this way, the three of them chatted from breakfast to lunch, and were still sitting in the dining hall during dinner time.
"Ahhhh——"
"Master, save me!!"
When it got dark, the three of them lit up the lamp and chatted. Suddenly, they heard an exclamation coming from the direction of the mourning hall.
"He is a literary talent!"
"You bastard, you can't even smell the incense. You must have disturbed my clients."
Uncle Jiu and Si Mu ran out of the dining hall quickly. Liao Wenjie threw the meat and bones on the table to Er Hei and followed closely behind them. From a distance, they heard a sound of chickens and dogs jumping.
In the hall of the mourning hall, there are dozens of deity tablets enshrined in front of one wall, with neatly arranged benches holding ten coffins in the middle. On the other side of the wall, the zombies who should have been standing in a row, for some unknown reason, had yellow paper falling off their foreheads, and they were jumping around the room collectively, chasing the unfamiliar literary talent.
Head on, a walking corpse rushed towards Liao Wenjie and the others.
In an instant, the three of them rushed forward with fists, palms and legs without thinking.
"No! Master, it's me, I'm Qiu..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"ah---"