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Until the rooster crowed, no more ghosts came.

During this period.

Uncle Jiu and his companions also killed many evil spirits and fierce ghosts.

To be honest, it’s amazing.

There is only one ghost handsome.

There is nothing left.

Uncle Jiu sealed the last wandering ghost in a jar.

I looked around.

After confirming that they are all caught clean.

Wiped away the sweat.

"My fellow disciples, you have worked hard."

"Without my brother, you will have a hard time."

"That's right. If it weren't for you, we would have become wandering souls by now."

The Taoist priests did not dare to be arrogant.

Speak quickly.

When Uncle Jiu heard this, he chuckled.

Mao Shanming put away his treasures.

He has been doing this for more than 20 years.

Not doing so well.

There is nothing useful to do.

It can't be compared with those Taoist priests who use peach wood swords as hand-held ornaments.

A look at his peach wood sword.

All fallen off.

no way.

Just make do with it.

This is a somewhat embarrassing scene.

It was also seen by Taoist Simu.

He pushed his glasses up slightly.

Although Maoshan Ming's Taoism is not very high.

Lack of strength.

But inside the charity cemetery.

After Shi Jian left, there was no righteous speech from Mao Shanming.

It’s really difficult to deal with.

Think about it for a moment.

Taoist Simu walked up to Mao Shanming.

At first glance, the Maoshan Mingdao robe was covered with patches inside.

After thinking about it, he sighed.

"This peach wood sword is for you to use."

Mao Shanming was stunned.

As soon as I saw the peach wood sword in Taoist Simu's hand, I felt grateful.

"Thank you, senior brother."

However, when he stretched out his hand halfway, he remembered again.

"Then what do you use?"

"Hi~"

Taoist Simu waved his hand.

Let’s talk about baby.

There are quite a lot of Taoist priests with four eyes.

Just the peach wood sword.

Various models.

All sizes.

There is nothing that Taoist Simu doesn’t have.

"I still have it."

Taoist Simu was quite proud.

He simply stuffed the peach wood sword in his hand into Mao Shanming's hand.

"It's made of hundred-year-old peach wood."

Mao Shanming heard it.

As if I had found a treasure.

Can't put it down.

"Thank you, senior brother."

"You're welcome."

Taoist Simu waved his hand.

He looked at Mao Shanming's Bagua mirror which had a missing corner.

Tsk.

"Carol!"

"Here comes master!"

Jiale was arguing with Qiu Sheng and Wencai in the distance.

As soon as I heard Taoist Simu calling.

He responded and trotted over.

"Take out the Bagua mirror from your bag and give it to Uncle Master Ming of Maoshan."

"Oh."

Jiale nodded.

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He rummaged through the cloth bag and took out an eight-diagram mirror.

"Uncle Master, here you go."

Mao Shanming took a look.

Good guy.

This Taoist priest Simu is truly a kind person.

A hundred-year-old peach wood sword.

A brand new Bagua mirror.

Just give it.

I looked up and saw Taoist Simu.

Without even blinking.

"Thank you, senior brother!"

Mao Shanming spoke excitedly.

Even because of excitement.

The sound was much louder.

Taoist Simu chuckled.

Pushed up his glasses.

Uncle Jiu put his hands behind his back.

Seeing Mao Shanming like this.

Hehehe smiled.

Seeing this, Qiu Sheng Wencai also trotted over to Mao Shanming.

There was some guilt in his eyes.

Qiu Sheng glanced at Wencai.

They all looked at Mao Shanming again.

After thinking for a while, he bowed slightly.

"Thank you, uncle."

"No, no, no."

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Mao Shanming was a little flattered when he heard it.

Just waved his hand.

"It's just a matter of moving your hands and your mouth. No need to be so polite."

"Just drink whatever you want."

Qiu Sheng heard it.

I suddenly felt a sense of amusement in my heart.

"Okay, then I understand."

"Let's go, Wencai."

Say hello.

Qiu Shengwencai turned and left.

Mao Shanming took a look.

"No, you're leaving now!?"

"Hey! I'm just being polite!!"

Things were packed.

A group of Taoist priests gathered together.

He left all his ghost-catching tools with Uncle Jiu.

After a night.

These Taoist priests are also exhausted.

After all, I don’t have Uncle Jiu’s cultivation.

There is no such opportunity as Qiu Shengwencai.

Although I know Taoism.