Chapter 270 Combination of Chinese and Western "Grandpa, bless you!"
Uncle Ming respectfully inserted the five sticks of incense into the incense burner, then turned around with a serious look on his face.
"You're not afraid of fighting or anything like that. Our Maoshan sect is very good at fighting. What we're most afraid of is walking on the street and being hacked suddenly, without any defense.
I used to know a Taoist priest who was very skilled in martial arts and was good at beating. What was the result?
One day he was eating at a food stall and did not sit against the wall. A gangster brought in by his enemies stabbed him to death from behind. "
Uncle Ming said this, but he was not blaming Yin Xiu.
After lighting the two talisman papers on the ancestor's incense, he melted the ashes into water and handed them to Yin Xiu and Thirteen each with a bowl.
"Can I not drink?" Thirteen frowned.
Uncle Ming glanced at her and said, "This bowl of tea is shocking. You don't have to drink it, as long as you don't have nightmares at night."
When Thirteen heard what he said, he immediately frowned and drank the full bowl of talisman water in one gulp, then held his chest and gasped, as if he had drank some strong alcohol.
Yin Xiu was used to this scene. On a normal day, would he not drink two or three bowls of talisman water?
He drinks it after a fight, when he comes back from subduing demons, and sometimes when he listens to Uncle Ming reciting sutras several times. Anyway, whenever he comes to Uncle Ming's place, he drinks talisman water more frequently than he drinks herbal tea.
Therefore, Yin Xiu just lightly dipped her lips into the water and it was considered as a drink.
Uncle Ming looked at Ma Xiaoyu again, "Miss Ma, would you like to have a bowl too, and I'll burn Zhang Fu?"
Ma Xiaoyu waved her hands quickly and took a few steps back.
Uncle Ming didn't take it seriously when he saw this. He just thought that she had the Ma family's magic to protect her body and didn't need to drink talisman water to calm down the shock.
After drinking the talisman water, the three of them were able to sit down.
Thirteen asked: "You guys just started fighting in Wuguan Street, and those people in the martial arts world didn't react?"
At that time, Thirteen was only focused on distracting and eliminating the three killers, and had no idea what happened next. When she returned to the wonton noodle stall, she found corpses on the ground, and she knew that things were serious.
"Yes, the reaction was huge! Those martial arts warriors ran faster than the other. As soon as we started fighting, they disappeared."
"Pick! Can this person be called a martial artist?"
Yin Xiu glanced at her, "Then what do you want them to do?"
Thirteen snorted, "I have to help no matter what, let's kill you together."
"You're right." Yin Xiu turned around, "Uncle Ming, add another bowl of talisman water, this bitch is going to be evil."
Uncle Ming rolled his eyes, "You think this is herbal tea, and you just drink a bowl if it doesn't taste good in your mouth?"
As he spoke, he lit a cigarette, sat down at the table, and brought the topic back on track.
"Speaking of those vampires, you and Miss Ma have been following and dealing with them. Afa fought with them once, and he is still lying in the hospital.
As for me, I didn’t meet them last time.
The names of vampires are so long that it gives me a headache just listening to them.
Just like investigating a case, we have to search for letters and make connections. We are Taoist priests, not detectives. I can't do this kind of thing.
But, I will just say one thing. "
Uncle Ming turned to look at the portrait of his ancestor, his eyes gleaming.
"No matter how chaotic this area of Hong Kong Island is, we can't stop those vampires from messing around here. Those monsters and monsters want to cause chaos under our noses. Go ahead and dream!"
Seeing the three people staring at him blankly, Uncle Ming finally realized that he was a little excited just now and completely lost the demeanor of a Taoist priest.
He couldn't help but cough twice, and his tone was gentler and more serious.
"Anyway, what I mean is, no matter it is the Hongmen Conference or the Green Gate Conference, as long as it is about fighting vampires, it is right to call me.
Even if I had no grievances with them before, I do now. I can't just ignore Ah Fa's grudges, right? "
When he said this, the three of them said yes one after another.
The happiest thing was Yin Xiu. With Uncle Ming here, the success rate of doing this would be much higher. Even if he failed, he would have an insurance policy if he had to retreat.
Coupled with Lin Hu, who had already stated that he would come to help, with these two masters in charge, at least a lot of vampires would not be able to get close to him.
Thirteen asked: "I heard that when the Zombie King was encircled and suppressed last time, almost all the Taoist priests from Maoshan in Hong Kong and Kowloon gathered together. I wonder if this time..."
Before she finished speaking, Uncle Ming shook his head and interrupted her.
"Impossible, this matter is not at the level of a dispute between heaven and earth. Unless we are familiar with each other and have a good relationship with us, others will not come to help. Everyone has something to be busy with. If it is other Taoist priests, Maybe it still has some appeal, but it’s a pity…”
Uncle Ming sighed heavily.
Ma Xiaoyu didn't know what was going on and lightly touched Yin Xiu with her elbow, her eyes full of questions.
Yin Xiu glanced at her, leaned close to Ma Xiaoyu's ear, and lowered her voice: "Uncle Ming has a weird personality and doesn't know how to behave, so few of his colleagues associate with him. Now I can't call anyone..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a killing intent coming from the opposite side. When he looked up, he saw it was Uncle Ming with a cold face.
Yin Xiu quickly sat down and signaled Uncle Ming to continue talking.
Uncle Ming cleared his throat again, and then said: "We can't count on others, but we have a friend who can help us." As soon as he finished speaking, there was an unhurried sound from outside. knock on the door.
Yin Xiu suddenly became alert, but Uncle Ming just nodded and motioned for him to open the door.
Seeing him like this, Yin Xiu relaxed a little from her nervousness. She shook her shoulders and walked to the door.
After unplugging the two bolts on the door, Yin Xiu opened the door and saw a little old man wearing gray monastic uniform, with gray hair and a slight bow.
"This priest?"
"Brother Yin!"
Father Benjamin held the Bible in one hand and hugged Yin Xiu warmly with the other hand, patting him on the shoulder several times.
"Brother Yin, it must be Grandpa's wish to see you here. This makes me very happy!"
"Priest, if you shoot like this, I will lose money playing mahjong." Yin Xiu said with a smile.
Yin Xiu had a good impression of this missionary. Even Uncle Ming, who had always looked down on these foreign monks, was quite polite to the priest, although he still looked down upon his theories.
While the two were chatting, Uncle Ming's voice came out.
"Don't just stand at the door, come in and have a cup of tea. Oh, by the way, there's also red wine."
The priest walked in with a smile and greeted Uncle Ming.
One was holding a sword hand, and the other was drawing a cross on his chest. Ma Xiaoyu was at a loss when he saw it. He could only nod his head, which was regarded as saying hello.
The priest was not polite. After sitting down at the table, he took a sip from the teacup and then smacked his mouth several times.
"I'm getting older. I've been drinking less wine and coffee recently. I find this local tea very satisfying. I usually make a big pot of it. It not only quenches my thirst, but also refreshes my mind and aids digestion."
Seeing that he liked it, Uncle Ming poured him another glass.
"The tea of our Tang Dynasty is not much better than Darjeeling black tea? It is added with milk and sugar. After drinking one cup, it will make you feel tired all day long and you will not be able to eat.
But in fact, this tea is not local. Hong Kong Island is so big, and mangoes and sweet potatoes are just about the same. Where can we get the soil and water to grow tea?The one you are drinking is rock tea produced in southern Fujian. People with weak taste will not be able to drink it. "
The priest's eyes immediately lit up and he said excitedly: "Southern Fujian, I used to travel around, and before I came to Hong Kong Island to open a church, I stayed there for a while. The locals are very enthusiastic."
As he spoke, he crossed his hands and placed them on his chest, bowing to Uncle Ming, "Uncle Ming, brew the sweet rain!"
Uncle Ming's tea-pouring hand paused in the air and glanced at him, "Priest, what do you mean? I haven't offended you recently, have I?"
The priest didn't seem to understand what Uncle Ming meant. He just said happily: "Uncle Ming, this is the local greeting. They often say it, which is equivalent to saying "Hello"."
"Oh I see."
Uncle Ming nodded, "Thank you, and I would also like to say hello to your mother for me."
"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Ming. She has always been in good health."
After saying this, the priest turned to Yin Xiu and bowed to him in the same posture as before, "Brother Yin, Gan..."
Yin Xiu interrupted him quickly, "Ben, this priest, what's the matter with you coming here so late?"
"Oh, so it is."
The priest took out his own "Witcher's Manual" from his sleeve and placed it on the table.
Judging from the curling of the paper, he must have taken it out and read it frequently recently.
"Uncle Ming told me that those servants of Satan have been making trouble recently, and as a follower of Grandma, I cannot sit idly by and watch.
After all, to deal with those foreign devils' gadgets, we, the foreign monks, still need to come to us. "
As he spoke, he took out a few more things from the bag that looked like a treasure bag.
Two bottles of potion, a silvery dagger, and a few bullets.
Yin Xiu noticed those bullets at first sight, "Are these magic bullets?"
The priest shook his head cheerfully, "This is not just a magic bullet. Speaking of it, this is my treasure at the bottom of the box. It was given to me by some brothers in Dunling. It is said that it has been soaked in the blood of a saint, so it is surprisingly powerful. I As luck would have it, I never have to use it.”
Yin Xiu put the bullets into his pocket without any politeness.
"You are lucky, but those bastards are not."
Ma Xiaoyu, on the other hand, was interested in the dagger. She didn't move her hand, but kept staring at it.
Seeing this, the priest also handed the dagger to her, "This knife suits you very well, miss."
Ma Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment. After realizing that the old man was really not being polite to her, she thanked him and accepted the offer.
After distributing the pair of things on the table, Benjamin folded his hands together and looked very happy.
"By the way, although I am too old to fight with you, I still hired two helpers for you. They are professional demon hunters from the Tribunal! Not a hundred monsters have died in their hands. There are also fifty."
Yin Xiu's eyes suddenly lit up, "Great! Where are they?"
The priest took a sip of tea and said calmly: "I have already sent the letter. I just happened to catch the last boat tonight. In less than two months, they will be here to help."
(End of this chapter)