Uncle Jiu's Senior Brother

I didn't expect that these people from Xiangling would help me to become famous. It seems that my thunder magic really convinced them.

After returning to Renjia Town, Lu Li began to have free time again. Instead, his state of mind was slowly improving, and his understanding of Tao became deeper. In his previous life, Lu Li always thought that Tao was "My destiny is in my own hands." It was a kind of method, which was to look at the laws of operation of flowers, plants, fish and insects in nature, and then he would suddenly understand.

After coming to this world and truly coming into contact with Taoism, I realized that Taoist teachings focus on the present rather than the next life, pursue achievements in this life, and attach great importance to practicality. It is difficult to achieve without a certain amount of courage and great willpower.

There are differences between art and method. Art is a means and a method, which is to achieve a certain function in a certain way. Talisman is like a bridge. Only by crossing the bridge can one transcend. To impart the method is to impart this. Only after being granted the method can one see the mind and nature, and open the door to spiritual practice. The method comes before the art. Only with the method can the art be born, and thus the ability to pursue the Tao is gained.

Lu Li is now stuck in his understanding of Tao, cultivating his mind in the worldly world and realizing the Tao, rather than seeking wealth and fortune. This is what Lu Li has concluded from his travels over the past year.

The warm spring sunshine shines on the roof, and several plum trees in the yard sway in the breeze.

After breakfast, Lu Li lay on the recliner usually occupied by Uncle Jiu, lazily basking in the sun, watching Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai doing their morning lessons in the yard with sweat on their foreheads. Uncle Jiu locked himself in the room again to study "Liu Ji Dao Jing".

Lu Li was satisfied after watching Qiu Sheng perform a complete set of Maoshan basic swordsmanship. Qiu Sheng could now go out and gain some experience.

In the middle stage of Qi training, Feng Shui is enough to deal with some little ghosts.

But Uncle Jiu is still worried. Master is a good person in every way except that he dotes on his disciple too much. If Lu Li had not surpassed him in cultivation, he probably would not be willing to let him go. He should talk to Uncle Jiu about it when he has time. The child is growing up, and it will take forever to keep him around.

As for Wencai, forget it, let him stay with Uncle Jiu and be a Taoist boy, that's good enough.

Just as I was daydreaming, there was a knock on the door.

"Wencai, go and see who it is." Lu Li shouted.

"Oh." Wencai went over and opened the door.

Outside the door was an old man with a goatee who looked like a butler. When he saw someone opening the door, he bowed slightly and asked, "Excuse me, is Uncle Jiu home?"

"Looking for my master? He's here. Come in." Wencai let the person in.

"Brother is looking for Master."

Lu Li stood up, brought the old man into the hall, said something to Uncle Jiu, and stood behind him.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Uncle Jiu was just watching intently, but he had to respond when someone called him.

"Uncle Jiu, this is the case. I'm the housekeeper of the mayor's house. Our master has encountered some problems, and I'd like to trouble Uncle Jiu to take a look." The housekeeper didn't say what the problem was, but the fact that he came to Uncle Jiu must be related to gods and ghosts.

Lu Li did not interrupt. At this time, Uncle Jiu had to make the decision himself.

Uncle Jiu glanced at Lu Li and said, "Then let's go. Let's go over and see what A-Li has prepared."

Lu Li nodded, took Uncle Jiu's cinnabar, yellow talisman, ink line, compass and peach wood sword.

After returning the thousand-year-old peach wood sword, Lu Li gave it to Uncle Jiu. He already had the Thunder Sword, and the peach wood sword was of little use to him.

The housekeeper prepared a carriage and told Qiu Sheng and Wencai to look after the house, and then Uncle Jiu and Lu Li got on the carriage.

The mayor lives in the east of Renjia Town, not far from Ren Fajia's house, also in a two-story Western-style house. The mayor came to greet me as soon as I entered the living room.

"Oh! Uncle Jiu, you are finally here. This is your disciple, right? He is really a handsome man." The mayor is a middle-aged man who looks capable. The reason why Renjia Town has developed so well is also related to the fact that the mayor has attracted many wealthy businessmen to do business here.

"Mayor, you are too polite. Why are you looking for me?" Uncle Jiu said.

The mayor sighed, "What a misfortune for our family! Uncle Jiu and I will come up and take a look."

After saying that, he walked to the second floor, followed by Uncle Jiu and Lu Li. The mayor took them to a master bedroom on the second floor and opened the door to let them in.

"Uncle Jiu, this is why I asked you to come. This is my wife. I don't know what happened, but this happened two days ago."

At this time, the bedroom curtains were half-drawn, and a woman in her forties was lying on the bed. Her face was pale and her lips were bloodless, as if she was asleep.

Uncle Jiu walked forward, lifted up the woman's eyelids and looked at her pupils, and found that they were not dilated, which meant she was still alive.

I took his pulse again and found it was weak and beating intermittently, indicating that he was on the verge of life and death.

"Ali, take a look." Uncle Jiu stood up and made way.

Lu Li stepped forward and used his magic power to open his eyes and observed the woman. There was no evil spirit on her. He pointed his finger at the woman's forehead and frowned. He already knew what was going on.

So they looked at Uncle Jiu, and the master and disciple nodded in tacit understanding.

"Mayor, please go out first. I already know what's going on."

The mayor paused, "Uncle Jiu, is that all?"

"It's okay, Mayor." Lu Li reminded.

The three of them closed the door and walked out, sitting down in the reception area downstairs. Uncle Jiu then said, "In town, is there any funeral at home recently? Or a funeral that requires your wife to attend?"

The town shook his head, "There is no funeral, and nothing that requires my wife to attend."

"Have you ever been to a mountain or a temple?"

"That's even more impossible. My wife doesn't believe in that at all."

Uncle Jiu frowned and thought, something was wrong.

The mayor said anxiously, "Uncle Jiu, what happened to my wife?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu frowning in thought, Lu Li replied, "Madam Ling has lost her soul. A person has three souls and seven spirits, Shuangling, Youjing, and Taiguang, which are the three souls of heaven, earth, and life. The life soul controls life, and if it's gone, the person is gone. The heavenly soul is responsible for communication, and the earthly soul is responsible for feeling. Your wife currently only has the life soul, and the heavenly and earthly souls are gone. To put it bluntly, she has become a living dead. Now her life soul is unstable and may go out at any time."

"Ah, how could this happen?" The mayor's whole body shook, obviously frightened by Lu Li's words.

"What should I do? Uncle Jiu, you have to save my wife."

"We are trying to find a solution. The current task is to find out where Madam Ling's soul was lost. Only when we know where it was lost can we find a way to get it back."

Uncle Jiu was also worried, because usually lost souls had been to unclean places, but the mayor's wife had never been anywhere.

Lu Li suddenly had an idea, "Mayor, what hobbies does your wife have?"

"Does her love of playing cards have anything to do with this?"

"Where do you go to play cards, and when do you usually go?"

The mayor thought for a while and said, "They are all invited to their homes by some of the wives of the gentry. Sometimes they also come to my house. As for when they go, I am quite busy and the maids always follow me."

After saying that, he asked the housekeeper behind him to call over a maid named Cuimei.

Lu Li saw that the maid was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She lowered her head and looked very nervous and tense.

"Don't be nervous. I just want to ask you something. You usually go play cards with your wife. She usually goes out at a certain time and comes back at a certain time."

The maid relaxed after hearing this. "Madam gets up late in the morning. She always eats lunch and puts on makeup before going out. Usually in the afternoon. Sometimes, if she's lucky, she'll play until dark before going home."

"So what time did you get home from playing cards for the last time?" Lu Li seemed to know how he lost his soul.

"The last time was three days ago. I came back around 9am to 11pm."

Uncle Jiu also knew where the problem lay, probably on the way back from playing cards.

"Did anything happen on the way back? Or anything strange?"

The maid fell into deep thought, as if recalling something.

"I remember that last time, because we were not far away, my wife said she wanted to take a walk, so we didn't take the car. But on the way, my wife said it seemed like someone called her, and asked me if I heard anything. We even looked back."