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Chapter 302: The Powerful Taoist Priest with Uncle Jiu’s Face [First Update]

"What's wrong? There's a ghost there."

Zhu Xiangfen didn't know what was going on yet. He looked at his third uncle with some confusion and said.

"what--"

Uncle Zhu also let out a strange cry. This was too scary.

Hearing Uncle Zhu's shout, A Cha ran even faster. He was extremely scared. What the hell was that thing? Its special ability was so fierce that it dislocated his facial features?
He was really afraid that he would become like that, and his handsome face would be disfigured.

Zhu Xiangfen was also startled when he heard his uncle's shout. He immediately looked around and said, "Where is the ghost? Where is the ghost?"

"You, you are doomed this time. It may be the backlash of the spell. Your facial features are all messed up. Now that my second brother is not here, I can't help you change back."

Uncle Zhu said anxiously.

"what--"

When Zhu Xiangfen heard what his uncle said, he ran to look in the mirror. The next moment, he screamed and fainted out of fright.

"Hahaha - Uncle, that's right. After this experience, he will definitely learn his lesson and stop using talismans carelessly, lest he cause disaster."

Jiang Ming immediately said outside with a gloating tone.

"My talismans are not drawn casually. That talisman should have been drawn by my third brother."

At this time, Uncle Zhu spoke in a calm tone.

It can be seen that after punishing his nephew, he was not that fond of Jiang Ming.

"In that case, I think your third brother should also accept your punishment. Let him also experience the feeling of having his five senses disordered."

Jiang Ming looked at Uncle Da who was in a panic in the house and said casually.

"This is my family affair. I will punish them later. Now I am curious about your background."

Uncle Zhu looked at Jiang Ming curiously and said.

Jiang Ming didn't say much, but reached into his arms. The next moment, he took out a photo, which he actually took out from his storage ring.

In the photo, there are Jiang Ming, Uncle Feng, Doctor Lin, Old Man Lin, and Chen Fusheng, a half-baked man whose cultivation is very low, even worse than Doctor Lin's.

Each of these four faces looks very familiar to Uncle Zhu.

However, he soon stopped talking, and his expression seemed to become even colder in an instant.

He recognized who these people were, Old Man Lin, whom he had met when he was a child.

However, since he was once the son-in-law of the orthodox Lin family, the magic he practiced was not considered orthodox. Therefore, his father did not have a good relationship with Mr. Lin's family and had not communicated for many years.

Of course. Jiang Ming didn't know about the disputes of the older generation, so he casually introduced them, "Senior, do you know anyone? The first time I saw you, I felt that you looked very much like my master, Uncle Feng. His name is Uncle Lin, and he is the chief of the Miscellaneous Department of the Wan Chai District Police Station.

This old man Lin Wei is my master's fourth uncle. And old man Lin is my master's cousin. And this Chen Fusheng is my master's cousin. "

"I don't know him, and I don't want to know him. Please leave immediately and don't come again, so as not to disturb our lives."

Uncle Zhu said with a cold expression.

Gee tut.

Jiang Ming was speechless, "What happened this time?

Logically speaking, it is impossible not to recognize him, but on the contrary, after looking at the photo, his expression seemed not right.

It seems there is something hidden that he doesn't know. I need to ask Uncle Feng, or Mr. Lin, or Doctor Lin. Someone must know the reason."

However, now he saw that the fellow with Uncle Jiu's face in front of him was the most powerful one he had ever met, with the cultivation level of the initial stage of foundation building.

From this point of view, he is at least at the first-grade spiritual root level, or even the best-grade spiritual root, that is, super first-grade spiritual root.

I just don't know, in the movie world, excluding ancient times, in modern society, is there anyone with a more powerful face like Uncle Nine?

Soon, Jiang Ming thought of a person, the guy with the face of Uncle Nine in the movie Monster City that he had seen. He seemed to be very powerful, at least in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

After all, the Yin-Yang Corpse inside is extremely powerful, and so terrifying that ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators are no match for that monster.

The Yin-Yang Corpses are two people, one male and one female. They were both powerful sorcerers when they were alive. After being summoned by their master, they directly killed the sorcerer who summoned them.

Forget it, since this guy in front of him doesn't welcome him, he will leave first. He will talk about other things after he has understood the situation.

"In that case, uncle, goodbye."

After saying this, Jiang Ming tapped the ground with his toes, stepped back, and flew out of the balcony of the three-story villa. In an instant, he fell to the ground like a phantom. He waved to Uncle Zhu who was staring at him in amazement, and left in a chic manner.

"What method did this kid use? The Wind Control Talisman?"

Uncle Zhu couldn't understand Jiang Ming's methods, so he could only move on to other aspects.

The Wind-Controlling Talisman. He didn’t understand this talisman, but perhaps the orthodox Lin family had inherited it in its entirety.

After returning to the room.

The two people inside were extremely panicked. Uncle Zhu suddenly appeared and slapped Zhu Xiangfen on the back of the head.

After picking them, his facial features jumped quickly and returned to normal.

"Who hit me?"

Zhu Xiangfen yelled angrily, turned around, and rescued his second uncle, then immediately lowered his head obediently, "Second Uncle."

"Second brother."

Uncle Zhu immediately said dejectedly.

"Do you know what you two should do next?"

Uncle Zhu said with a stern face.

"Clap clap-"

The two of them immediately slapped themselves in the face.

"Slap yourself six times, we know."

"Bring it here." Uncle Zhu said again.

Zhu Xiangfen reluctantly took out the money from his pocket. He knew everything and was familiar with it. It was not the first time that he and his uncle had done such a thing.

"Brother, where is this money? We are going to donate it to the children in the orphanage."

When Uncle Zhu saw the money, he immediately snatched it away reluctantly and said.

Uncle Zhu didn't say anything and just stretched out his hand.

His third brother obediently put the money into his hands.

"An orphanage, right?"

Uncle Zhu took the money, glanced at it, and handed it directly to a fierce ghost he summoned at the last minute, asking him to donate the money to the orphanage.

The two men saw the money in his hand, which disappeared after shaking a few times, and immediately surrounded him and began to look for it.

"Where's the money, second brother?"

"Yes, the money is gone, Uncle."

The two said with heartache.

"I have donated the Five Ghosts Bringing Wealth to the orphanage to help you do good deeds and accumulate virtue. Remember, don't lie to others again. Now, go and practice immediately. Otherwise, I will make you have two days of bad luck, and everything will go wrong and you will have bad luck all the time."

Uncle Zhu glanced at the two of them and said coldly.

"Oh, I see, brother.

Got it, Uncle. Don’t do that.”

The two of them immediately made bitter faces and wailed.

When Uncle Zhu turned around and stopped looking at the two men and looked outside the balcony, the two men immediately made a threatening gesture towards his back, as if they were angry but dared not speak, and wanted to fight but did not dare to.

Uncle Zhu sighed helplessly. Did he think he couldn't feel their little actions?
Among the three brothers in their area, Zhu Xiangfen is the only younger generation left.

In order to practice cultivation, he remained unmarried throughout his life and always maintained his virile body.

As for his third brother, this guy is totally unpromising and a hopeless case. He has the same super first-grade spiritual roots as him, but he doesn't practice well. He is in his forties this year and has just broken through to the ninth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

At this age, he has already broken through the foundation-building stage.

Although his Buddhist practice became slower after entering the foundation-building stage, there was nothing he could do about it. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was too thin and was not suitable for practice at all.

The power of the same spell has decreased by more than twenty times compared to ancient times.

The magical power unleashed by the Foundation Establishment Stage today is not as powerful as the magic power cast by a third-level Qi Refining cultivator in ancient times.

Involuntarily, he thought of Jiang Ming again. "Jiang Ming is a disciple, not from the same lineage. I really don't know what level of cultivation that boy has. He looks very young."

Inside the room, Third Uncle and Zhu Xiangfen were sitting on cushions pretending to practice, but in fact, they were just talking to each other with their eyes closed.

"Uncle San, why is Maoshan magic so difficult to practice?"

Zhu Xiangfen spoke.

"Of course it's difficult to practice. Your second uncle has achieved his current success after 55 years of persistence, and he practiced as a virgin. For our school, the Pure Yang Cave Heaven Sutra, it's best not to lose your virginity."

"But, your uncle, there is not a single part of my body that is a virgin."

Uncle Zhu said casually.

"So, Third Uncle, my talent is not even as good as yours. I am only a fourth-grade spiritual root. There is not much point in practicing. I still need to study whether to go to Macau. In this world, you can't live without money."

Zhu Xiangfen said helplessly.

"Of course I'm going. It's a must, and it's legitimate. Didn't you say you wanted to visit your girlfriend and your future father-in-law and mother-in-law?"

Uncle Zhu said as a matter of course.

Then, the two of them told Uncle Zhu about this. Of course he couldn't refuse and let the Zhu family have no descendants, so he let the two of them go.

Uncle Zhu had already thought of a solution.

"We, the Zhu family, have also preserved a unique Maoshan technique called Jianghu Rescue. I checked the almanac and chose an auspicious day, which is tomorrow. When we get to Macau, we will rush forward in one breath and never look back. Once we get to the casino, we can play however we want, and we will definitely win today."

Uncle Zhu said confidently.

What the two didn't know was that Jiang Ming was also on the ship they were on to Macau.

This time, he really needs to rely on the luck of the two and follow a wave of plot. He also wants to save the life of the female gambling god Gao Shaoshao.

In this way, he would have an acquaintance in the gambling world. In the future, when he ran out of money, he could also let her take him out for some fun and make a few million to spend.

Maybe, in the future, he could become something like a gambling god.

Two hours later.

Macau Royal Casino.

After the two of them went in, they started gambling with dice.

Full of confidence, he suppressed Xiao.

Jiang Ming placed a bet of 100,000 yuan without hesitation.

Then, he won directly, and the 100,000 became 300,000.

The two guys lost directly and lost all the 30,000 yuan they brought with them.

Zhu Xiangfen's whole body went limp, his eyes turned black, and he was about to faint.

When Zhu Xiangfen fainted, Jiang Ming made another bet, and directly turned the 300,000 into 900,000.

Then, he looked overjoyed as if he had won and was not going to play anymore, just to stop while he was ahead.

This small amount of money won't cause any trouble even if the casino is not legitimate.

(End of this chapter)