My uncle is Lin Zhengying

Then put on the Jiuliang scarf hat and start to practice.

"Rites first, then soldiers, listen carefully!" Mao Shanming grabbed a handful of white paper money and sprinkled it into the sky, saying something.

Hearing this, Qiu Sheng couldn't help asking amusedly, "Why does this man always rhyme, like a jingle? Is he composing poetry?"

Zhang Jing also thought it was funny, and said: "This will probably make people think he is more unpredictable."

"Cut!" Qiu Sheng curled his lips and said, "Now I also think he is a liar!"

Not caring what others think, Mao Shanming continued to mutter solemnly: "My Xia Mao Shanming, entrusted by Tan Wanwan, clean up the house today!"

While reading, he took out red thread, nails, copper coins, talisman and other props, and started a fancy operation.

As fierce as a tiger!

"One pillar of Optimus wears money, and one magic talisman towns home!"

After finishing it, Mao Shanming jumped onto the desk and threw the nail in his hand. The nail carried copper coins and talismans and stuck it on the beam of the house.

"Hey, that's it!"

Mao Shanming nodded and jumped off the desk.

He is very satisfied with his smooth and smooth action scenes without any mistakes.

You must know that in order to cheat money, he practiced this set of movements no less than a hundred times. For this reason, he stepped on several tables at home, and he was injured several times, and almost broke his leg once!

1 minute in the audience, ten years of work in the audience!

That's roughly what he did.

Quite professionalism!

It is not easy to be a liar these days, it is not easy to make a living, and the world is difficult!

But when Qiu Sheng saw this, he couldn't help complaining again: "Junior Brother, why did he jump on the desk and throw nails? It's different to throw it below? The desk is not strong, so isn't he afraid of breaking his leg?"

This time Qiusheng spoke a little loudly, Mao Shanming happened to stop in his ears, and almost couldn't hold back his curses.

You bastard with barely grown hair, you know what a fart!

Too lazy to be as knowledgeable as young people, Mao Shanming continued the practice, picked up the two umbrellas on the desk, and read: "The tonic of the world, the shocking wind umbrella! The treasure of the underworld, the oiled paper umbrella! Give it to you!"

After finishing speaking, he threw the two umbrellas into the hall with a 'shua'.

It seems that this is done to let the ghosts in the room know their interests and leave obediently.

Unfortunately, after throwing it in, there was no response, no change at all.

Everyone looked at each other, and lowered their heads and whispered: "What's going on? Why is there no movement at all?"

Qiu Sheng also laughed uncontrollably, and said, "It's a mess!"

Zhang Jing shook his head and said, "It hasn't officially started yet."

Sure enough, I saw that Mao Shanming didn't panic about the whispers of the crowd, and he didn't become angry from embarrassment. Instead, he picked up the mahogany sword on the desk and continued to say solemnly: "Oh, I paid with paper money and said it well. If you don't admit your mistake, I beat you hard!"

As a result, as soon as the words were finished, two umbrellas were suddenly thrown out in all the empty rooms, and then all the doors were automatically closed.

This scene made everyone tremble with fear.

There really is a ghost!

Qiu Sheng, who was joking just now, also tightened his face, subconsciously leaned towards Zhang Jing, leaned against Zhang Jing and said, "Junior Brother, there is really a ghost!"

"So what's the matter if there are ghosts? After following my uncle for so many years, do you still see few ghosts?" Zhang Jing said angrily. "Also, can you stop holding my arm and holding me so tight."

Qiu Sheng smiled embarrassingly when he heard this, and let go of Zhang Jing's arm.

All these years, he and Wencai have followed Uncle Jiu, except for the ghosts who don't know.Killed many zombies.

However, every time he and Wen Cai stood by, it was always by Uncle Jiu.

This time, Uncle Jiu was not by his side.

Everyone else was terrified. Seeing this, Mao Shanming was not only not afraid, but had a smug smile on his face.

It seemed that everyone was bluffed by him!

well.

If you want to deceive people, you have to scare them first!

As long as you can bluff people, then it's not far away from their willingness to pay.

"Huh! I don't know how to flatter you! If that's the case, then don't blame me for being rude!" Mao Shanming snorted coldly, and then began to recite incantations, knead formulas, and waved the mahogany sword in his hand.

Anyway, it was another fierce operation.

It's true.

After a while, he took a grapefruit leaf, sprinkled a few drops of water on everyone, and said, "Just watch outside, nothing will happen outside! Now let's see how I go in to collect ghosts!"

Afterwards, he carried the mahogany sword on his back and held a bowl of glutinous rice, strode forward, opened the door and entered the room.

Immediately afterwards, it was a good show of 'catching ghosts'.

Everyone can see clearly from outside.

There were two ghosts, one big and one small, fighting fiercely with Mao Shanming in the room.

After a funny fight, the two sides won and lost each other, but there was no result, but the tables, chairs and benches in the room were broken a lot.

After a while, there was another little ghost who ran out of the room directly, and everyone in the Tan family jumped in fright.

"Wow! There really is a ghost! Junior brother, hurry up and take this ghost away!" Seeing this, Qiu Sheng felt a little scared.

Zhang Jing said angrily: "Such a small ghost obviously has no morals, what are you afraid of?"

Qiu Sheng argued: "Ghosts can't judge the level of Taoism by size! Look at the devil baby we met in the Marshal's Mansion, it's still a baby, even the master is hard to deal with!"

Zhang Jing didn't bother to listen to this guy's justification, and said, "Don't panic, I'll watch it later. This is just a trick by that Taoist priest."

Sure enough, the kid who ran out quickly locked on to the target.

Tan Wanwan, a gentry and rich man!

The little ghost didn't care about the others, so he ran after Tan Wanwan, as if he was going to kill Tan Wanwan.