Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In the side room, Wang Xuebin and Uncle Jiu sat opposite each other speechlessly.

One is immersed in the news of the death of a close elder, and the other is thinking about the problem of not venting resentment.

In the hall, there was no sound except for the sound of Bibo from the candlelight.

"Uncle, it's time to eat!"

A crisp sound came from outside the door, interrupting the two of them. Uncle Jiu shook his mind and turned to look at Wang Xuebin, who was still thinking, and comforted softly:

"Alas! People cannot be resurrected by death, so let's be mournful!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu’s comfort, Wang Xuebin also recovered, looked at Uncle Jiu and nodded slightly, and said softly:

"Don't worry, Uncle Jiu, I'm fine!"

As he said that, he got up together and walked out.

Under the jujube tree in the yard, an Eight Immortals table was placed there, on the table was a plate of fried eggs, a plate of cold kelp shreds, and a few steamed buns from home.

In the middle of the table was an aluminum pot, and the fish soup was boiled inside, making it feel warm.

"There are nothing to be served in the remote villages. Just eat some of the coarse tea and hot rice!"

Uncle Jiu felt a little embarrassed when he saw this simple meal, but the supplies were scarce here and he did not prepare in advance, so he really couldn't bring out any sumptuous things to entertain.

Wang Xuebin didn't care and waved his hand casually.

"If you don't know where, it's abrupt for the younger generation to come to visit.

Besides, what I’m never going to eat is what I eat, but who I can eat with. Even if I can sit with Uncle Jiu, it’s better than the dragon’s liver and phoenix marrow!”

"Hey~ you kid..."

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but smile. Although he didn't say it, he still felt very helpful in his heart.

"A Lian, bring my bottle of Fenjiu, and I will have a few drinks of it!"

"oh!"

A Lian glanced at the so-called cousin timidly, turned around and went into the room to get the wine.

Looking at A Lian's back, Uncle Jiu whispered:

"A Lian is the daughter of a friend of mine. My father died and my mother died of illness. She had no relatives. When I saw her pitiful, I raised her to her side. It has been ten years in a flash!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin nodded slightly, took out the wooden sign again, handed it to Uncle Jiu and said:

"Uncle Jiu, let A Lian accept this. The amulet I made myself is so big that I dare not say it. At least some minor disasters can still be stopped!"

Uncle Jiu took the wooden sign, looked at Wang Xuebin seriously, and asked in a deep voice:

"Did you really do this yourself?"

Wang Xuebin naturally understood what Uncle Jiu meant, and reached out and summoned him, and a ball of flames burned on Wang Xuebin's hand.

"To be honest, my nephew is the descendant of the Taoist Fuyao Yinxian Sect. Because of some reasons, I have learned foreign magic. If you want to discuss Taoism, my nephew thinks he is also a bit arrogant, but..."

Looking at Uncle Jiu's shocked expression, Wang Xuebin dissipated his tongue and continued:

"I dare not say much about tangible sentient beings. It is light to fight a hundred, but when facing intangible sentient beings, I am a little helpless!"

As he said that, Wang Xuebin clasped his fists and bowed respectfully:

"My father once mentioned to me that you are a master of catching ghosts and eliminating zombies, so my nephew came to visit today to ask you about the means to deal with invisible beings!"

After listening to Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu pondered for a long time until A Lian came back, and he never expressed his opinion.

"...Eat first, eat first, let's talk slowly after the meal!"

Wang Xuebin understands Taoist methods. Although Uncle Jiu was surprised, he was not incomprehensible. After all, he dealt with dead people. Without some means, how could he last for generations without disaster or disaster?

However, if he asked himself how to subdue the ghosts, he was a little hesitant.

He is not a self-recognized person and does not pass on the law lightly.

In this era, everyone looks at money. How many of his old skills are there?

He was eager to have a bunch of disciples to let him pass on the ancestor's traditions so as not to be cut off in his own hands.

Why would you be reluctant to pass it on?

He heard what Wang Xuebin said, and after he wanted to learn how to subdue ghosts from him, he went to Japan to take revenge.

How could he dare to pass on the Dharma with confidence when he saw Wang Xuebin’s intention?

He could see from the photos alone that the evil spirits who killed the two elders were definitely not simple.

Wang Xuebin went there rashly, and it was very likely that he would not be able to avenge his revenge, but instead took his own life.

If so, what face will he have to meet his old elders in the future?

This is the main reason why he is hesitant.

"Uncle, here!"

A Lian hugged the Fenjiu bottle wrapped in a newspaper, jumped over and handed it to Uncle Jiu, and then carefully hid aside.

Although A Lian is naughty, she grew up with Uncle Jiu and can tell the difference when encountering things. Uncle Jiu doesn't speak. No matter how handsome the person comes, she will be more vigilant.

When Uncle Jiu saw A Lian’s actions, he suddenly smiled, pointed at Wang Xuebin, and said with a smile:

"A Lian, this is your uncle Wang family's child, just call him cousin!"

When A Lian heard the familiar person, his eyes lit up and turned to look at Wang Xuebin with a look of surprise on his face.

"Ah! Uncle Wang's cousin? Is Uncle Wang coming?"

Every time Wang Laodou comes, he will buy A Lian a lot of delicious food. Even the denim skirt she wears is chosen by Aunt Wang for her.

On this monotonous island, Uncle Wang can be regarded as the only bright color in her life.

Hearing A Lian's words, Uncle Jiu's face froze. He looked at Wang Xuebin carefully. Seeing that he was not sad, he felt relieved. Then he looked at A Lian and said:

"A Lian, why are you so ignorant? You can't serve the rice!"

"Uncle Jiu, nothing!"

Seeing A Lian's aggrieved expression, Wang Xuebin hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded him.

To be honest, Wang Xuebin didn't feel sad or guilty about the death of the two elders.

Because he had already asked the system that he had to follow the original direction of the world, the two elders had no children at all.

Wang Xuebin's past is simply a systematic forged a vague memory of Wang Xuebin in everyone's impression.

It’s not Wang Xuebin who really replaced anyone.

Therefore, although Wang Xuebin intends to avenge the two elders, he is more of a passionate and his own purpose. Uncle Jiu does not understand the truth, so he will naturally have misunderstandings.

Seeing that Wang Xuebin was calm, he only thought he was suppressing his sadness.

After all, he has also experienced the death of both parents, and after empathy, he will naturally feel more sympathy.

"Oh! OK, eat, eat, let's have some drinks!"

"Sorry, Uncle Jiu, I am born to be unable to drink wine, so I can only use tea instead of wine. I will toast a few cups of Uncle Jiu!"

"Ah... I can't drink wine... OK..."

Seeing that Wang Xuebin's expression was not like a fake, Uncle Jiu sighed with pity and couldn't even drink to relieve his sorrows. How uncomfortable should this child feel?

The more I thought about it, the more pitiful he was for him, and unconsciously drank a few more drinks.

I was in a bad mood and the alcohol was urging me. Uncle Jiu became drunk without much effort.

"Boy...Don't be sad! It's no big deal if your parents are gone..."

"Oh! Uncle!"

A Lian didn't know the news of Uncle Wang's death, so she thought Uncle Jiu was talking nonsense. She looked at Wang Xuebin with embarrassment and pushed Uncle Jiu with complaint.

"Don't...don't touch me...you're the same...you're the same...you're going to live better before you can comfort...your parents' spirit in heaven!"

When A Lian heard Uncle Jiu's words, she felt much more depressed when she remembered the old things. She lowered her head and sat there, no longer paying attention to the drunk Uncle Jiu.

"Boy...I tell you... people can't live in hatred... do you know?"

"Don't worry, uncle Jiu, my nephew understands!"

"It's good to understand...it's good to look forward...it's a little further...I can teach you the Dharma...but you have to..."

Speaking of this, Uncle Jiu could no longer help but feel drunk and collapsed on the dining table and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin took a deep breath, but he finished speaking?

Isn’t it a pity to say that half pulling and half pulling?

Is it to teach or not?

What are the conditions?

Uncle Jiu was sleeping soundly, but Wang Xuebin couldn't sleep anymore. He felt like a cat was scratching his heart, and he wanted to wake him up.

But Ah Xiu was sitting by the side. Wang Xuebin was embarrassed to take action after all, so he could only stare at the drunk Uncle Jiu, helpless.

Of course, Wang Xuebin is definitely not the only one who feels helpless. At this time, the police officers far away on Hong Kong Island encountered something that made them even more helpless.

"What? You mean, this person died before the car accident!?"

"Yes, according to the forensic report, the cause of this person's death was suffocation, and there were signs of burns in the respiratory tract. The forensics also found it very strange!"

"...Has this person's identity been investigated clearly?"

"It has been investigated clearly. The woman's name is Cheng Ruohui. She is a lawyer. She works in Chaoqun Law Firm and has been practicing for three and a half years!"

"A lawyer..."