The uncle ordered another batch of paper figures from the town, and then hid in the house tinkering with something.
That night, Jiang Muqi, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up, along with his eldest and second senior brothers.
The uncle led them to the back mountain.
Jiang Muqi looked at the wooden stick thrown by his uncle-master, and was confused after catching it. He didn't understand what his uncle-master meant. But as his uncle-master muttered something, a rustling sound came from the silent woods after a while.
In the moonlight, he saw some pale-faced people appearing in the woods. They were coming towards here. Jiang Muqi's brain was a little confused.
"Big Brother...this..."
The eldest brother, who was also holding a wooden stick, just clenched the stick in his hand and said, "Don't worry."
Jiang Muqi swallowed his saliva.
"They are just some ordinary paper figures," said the uncle.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Muqi looked towards the feet of those people. There was not a single mark on the soft soil where they had stepped.
An ordinary paper figurine? Whose ordinary paper figurine would run around in the middle of the night? Jiang Muqi was a little flustered. What did his uncle mean by this?
The uncle said calmly, "What is evil? Evil is a monster."
Jiang Muqi bit his lower lip, afraid that he would say the word "nonsense".
"Paper figures are made of matter, so their intelligence levels are generally not high." The uncle smiled. "I've noticed that the three of you are too poor. From today on, I'll give you some practical lessons."
Senior Brother 㟧 changed his usual cheerful expression and looked serious. The eldest brother was also watching the paper figures that were gradually approaching.
Jiang Muqi was a little panicked, because his master had never taught him any Taoism!
"Fight these monsters with the sword in your hand."
Jiang Muqi subconsciously looked at the wooden stick in his hand: "Uncle Master, this is a stick..."
"Nonsense, if I say it's a sword, then it's a sword!"
"But..." As he spoke, a paper man rushed towards him. Jiang Muqi was so scared that he turned around and ran away. His uncle did not stop him.
But he will always be caught up.
"Uncle Master..." Jiang Muqi called out with tears in his voice. The eldest and second senior brothers were also surrounded and could not come to help him.
"Killing is the way, the secret of our sect is to kill but not save." He listened to his uncle reciting every word, "Use evil to fight evil, use evil to overcome hatred..." A series of key points came out of his mouth.
Jiang Mu knew his uncle wouldn't just compose poetry out of inspiration, so this had to be the solution! Forced into a corner, he had no choice but to recite line by line. In this environment, his comprehension was surprisingly high.
Finally, in the second half of the night, Jiang Muqi knocked down the first paper man.
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