"you..."
The uncle turned around and revealed an extremely sinister smile: "From today on, if I hear anything I don't like from you again, I'm sure it will appear at your bedside."
Wang Laosan's face turned red, but he still didn't say anything.
The uncle asked again, "If I don't beat you or scold you, you won't even be able to speak like a normal person?"
Jiang Mubai lowered his head, listening to Wang Laosan's words "Thank you, Chief". He suspected that he had heard it wrongly.
Can this person's personality be changed?
"Uncle, this is not good." The second brother finally said this.
The uncle asked, "What's wrong? Is it that he was disrespectful to you, or that he insulted my sect with five coins? Or that he drowned his own daughter, or that he didn't repent? Hmm?"
Jiang Mubai inexplicably felt that what his uncle said made sense. Second Senior Brother hesitated for a long time and then shut up.
Jiang Mubai looked at the thing in his uncle's hand and felt his scalp tingling. "Uncle, do you really want to take it back and raise it?"
As soon as these words came out, the uncle slapped his forehead and said, "I forgot." He untied the red rope and let the thing surge and disappear into the night.
"Uncle Master! You let it go!" Jiang Mubai shouted anxiously.
The uncle spread his hands and said, "How about you take it home and raise it? This thing is a 鳍面靈, a kind of spirit. It usually appears in places with water and feeds on people's resentment."
Jiang Mubai was stunned: "Isn't this a vengeful spirit?"
"What the hell are you complaining about? Can you please stop being so feudal and superstitious? When a person dies, there's no more vengeful spirits or ghosts." The uncle said in a lecturing manner, "But that thing does retain the resentment and appearance of the dead person it ate."
The second senior brother spoke again: "Uncle, are you cheating me out of money?" He was shocked.
"Is this a scam? Huh? That pregnant woman in his family is suffering from nightmares every day because of the guilt and pressure over her daughters. I'm going to give her this treatment. I guarantee she won't have nightmares anymore. This is for the medical expenses."
The second senior brother and Jiang Mubai looked at each other, both of them speechless, and they didn't dare to teach their uncle a lesson.
"Why did you let that monster go?" Jiang Mubai asked. The master said that exorcising demons and evil spirits is the purpose of their sect.
"It hasn't hurt anyone, so why can't we let it go? What did your master teach you? No, I have to teach you a lesson." The uncle said this, grabbed the two of them and left.
Jiang Mubai didn't know whether his uncle's reasoning was right or not, but he found it very novel. Moreover, no matter from which angle, his uncle had a point, and his second senior brother even nodded repeatedly after listening.
They heard many principles from their uncle that they had never heard from their master.
"There's nothing wrong with doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, but suppose you do something for five dollars, but it takes seven to fill your stomach. Then, how many days will it take for you to starve to death? After starving to death, can you still do good deeds and accumulate virtue?"
"What's wrong with being a good person? Don't good people eat? According to my idiot senior brother, if you cultivate yourself, you'll become an immortal, and you can live by just smelling incense? Eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating are human nature. How can you talk about kindness if you've lost your humanity?"
For the first time, Jiang Mubai refused the woodcutter's request to help carry firewood, although he felt a little uneasy, because this was the homework assigned to him by his uncle.
The woodcutter's face was full of disbelief, and then he started cursing. Jiang Mubai was stunned, thinking that his uncle was right.
"Some people, no matter how good you are to them a hundred times, will turn against you if you don't help them just once. That's human nature!"
But the woodcutter didn't get out another curse, because a figure rushed out from beside Jiang Mubai, and then two loud slaps hit the woodcutter's face.
The woodcutter was stunned at first, then flew into a rage, but the next moment he softened because his uncle-master put his axe against his neck.
The woodcutter apologized and admitted his mistake, then "voluntarily" left a bundle of firewood and trotted down the mountain.
Jiang Mubai could already imagine his master's expression when he came back, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck.
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