In the inn of the Silent Village.
Ninth Uncle was still slowly opening the red gift box in anticipation.
Just as Chen Bufan retreated, the gift box was opened. Ninth Uncle looked at the thing in front of him in confusion.
"What is this…" Before he could say the word 'West'.
Dang ~
A fist appeared in the gift box and landed on Ninth Uncle's face…
Everyone was stunned for a moment. They looked at Qiu Sheng in unison, their eyes full of admiration.
It was as if he was saying,"You really have guts, kid. You even dare to tease Ninth Uncle. You're dead meat."”
Qiu Sheng's face was ashen as well. He knew that he was done for this time. It was all because of that damned Wen Cai!
Ninth Uncle laughed, but it was not a normal laugh.
"I haven't seen Ninth Uncle smile for a long time.”
"It's over. The last time Ninth Uncle laughed like this, a few of them died…"
"Really?"
The old men at the table were also discussing.
"Master, this isn't fun ~ I'll go buy you something fun ~"
Qiu Sheng said bitterly.
"Okay, go ahead. You don't have to go back after you're done buying. Wait for me at home. I'll play with you!”
Ninth Uncle said through gritted teeth, making Qiusheng's face fall.
Qiu Sheng walked down the stairs with his head lowered.
These people quickly became lively again.
Soon, there was a commotion.
"Two of my three disciples have prepared gifts. I wonder if my little disciple has prepared any.”
"Of course they did. Otherwise, how could they have booked the entire inn?”
"Bufan is rich now. Don't forget about our Silent Village.”
These people praised Chen Bufan very highly. Some of them were sincerely praising him, while others were sincerely deceiving him.
However, Chen Bufan had lived here for more than a year. How could he not understand this group of old brats?
Chen Bufan stood up, turned around, and walked into the room. He took out a one-meter-long red gift box.
"This thing is not small."
"Could it be a thousand-year-old ginseng?"
"How can it be a thousand years? A hundred years is already not bad!”
Chen Bufan directly ignored the words of these people and directly handed the box to Ninth Uncle.
"Happy birthday, Master. I wish you a long and happy life.”
Chen Bufan's words were concise but sincere.
The others didn't care about what Chen Bufan said. They just wanted to see Chen Bufan's gift.
If it was the same as Qiusheng's gift, they could laugh for the rest of their lives.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed looked at the box in Ninth Uncle's hand, and his eyes turned red.
Ninth Uncle also noticed it." Junior Brother, what's wrong? Why are your eyes red?"”
As he spoke, he touched the box with his hand.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed took a deep breath and poured himself a glass of wine."Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother. I'm fine."
Ninth Uncle could tell that his junior brother was jealous, but he didn't care. The more jealous he was, the happier he was. Who asked him to have such a good disciple?
Ninth Uncle quickly opened the one-meter-long gift box.
A golden magic sword shone with a golden light and slowly appeared in everyone's sight.
The entire sword was made of gold, and there was a small eight trigrams seal on the hilt.
Gold could also exorcise evil spirits, but the cost was a little high.
Ninth Uncle was stunned for a moment when he saw the sword made of pure gold. Then, he realized why his four-eyed junior brother was staring at the box.
The others didn't have Ninth Uncle's strong willpower.
He had yet to recover from his shock.
Ninth Uncle did not care too much and directly raised the Golden Magic Sword.
The golden light dissipated, and the others also came back to their senses one after another.
They were also slightly embarrassed.
After all, that was a magic sword made of gold. Gold would cost at least a few thousand taels.
That was all money!
Chen Bufan had no concept of money. He had so much gold and could not give it to his master directly, so he forged a golden magic sword.
They started to drink bit by bit at the table.
The figures below were huge and a little messy.
Ninth Uncle wanted to stand up, but Chen Bufan stood up." Master, your Uncle-Masters are drinking. I'll go down and take a look."”
Chen Bufan turned around and went downstairs.
At this moment, he saw an interesting scene.
Chen Bufan naturally knew the captain of the security team of the Silent Village, Ah Qiang. Although this person was not a great evil person, he was also very annoying.
He didn't have any big evil, but he didn't have any small evil. Therefore, Chen Bufan didn't like this person very much. However, this person pestered Ninth Uncle every day and wanted to acknowledge Ninth Uncle as his master, but he was rejected.
At this moment, Chen Bufan opened his Heavenly Eye and saw that he was being played by two ghosts and that Taoist priest called Mao Shanming.
Chen Bufan was also very interested in watching the performance. One was fighting a ghost, and the other was a little ghost.
One moment, he would do a handstand with one finger, and the next moment, he would swallow his chopsticks.
Chen Bufan's eyes narrowed. This Maoshan Ming really knew how to play.
Mao Shanming held a walking stick and walked towards Qiang. Then, the walking stick was about to go straight into Qiang's mouth.
"That's enough.”
Chen Bufan said lightly. Although he didn't like this Ah Qiang, he couldn't just watch as two ghosts played him to death.
"Uncle Ming can see us. Let's go quickly.”
Chen Bufan waved his hand, and an exquisite small umbrella flew into the air. It was the small umbrella that Manli used to live in, but it was no longer needed now. Chen Bufan could use it to catch ghosts.
Under the golden light of the small umbrella, the two ghosts, one big and one small, were directly sucked into the umbrella.
Mao Shanming was dumbfounded. He didn't expect this young man to be so strong. With just a wave of his hand, he took Dabao and Xiaobao.
"Dao Friend Mao, are you also here to catch ghosts?”The corners of Chen Bufan's mouth curled up slightly as he said with a smile.
"That's right. I just didn't expect Fellow Daoist Chen to be so powerful. As expected, a famous teacher produces a talented disciple.”
Mao Shanming said awkwardly.
Chen Bufan didn't pay attention to him, but came to the side of Ah Qiang, who had been played half to death.
"Qiang, I've told you long ago that you can't go overboard in your actions. Otherwise, you'll definitely be in trouble. Today is Master's birthday, or else I'll definitely not care about you.”
Chen Bufan said coldly. With a wave of his hand, the Yang Fire on Ah Qiang's shoulder was extinguished.
The others couldn't see anything, but those who had opened their heavenly eyes could see that at this moment, only a fire was still burning on Ah Qiang's head. The Yang fire on his shoulder had already been extinguished.
There were three Yang flames on a person's body, one on the top of his head and one on each of his shoulders. With these three Yang flames around, ordinary ghosts would not dare to approach a person. Therefore, many ghost stories told people not to turn their heads around. Once they turned their heads around, the Yang flames on their shoulders would be extinguished. When the Yang flames were extinguished, the ghosts would naturally not be afraid of you.
This was the origin of people lighting candles and ghosts blowing out the lights.
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