He listened to Daoist Tang's words and chuckled awkwardly.
He didn't know how to respond.
His master, standing beside him, then spoke to him:
"Xiao Qin, ignore this old bastard.
He's useless and only causes trouble."
As soon as his master finished speaking, Daoist Tang retorted indignantly:
"Old trash, who are you calling that?
If it wasn't for my spirit summoning technique earlier,
that Miao Nanzi would have beaten you senseless."
"Heh heh heh, you call that spirit summoning? It's more like an inflatable doll!"
"You idiot, who are you calling an inflatable doll?"
"..."
They were fine just a moment ago!
Now, the two old men were back to verbally sparring.
The atmosphere was tense, with the air thick with the possibility of an immediate fight.
Mo Ting and I watched, only able to persuade our masters and separate the two of them.
These two were definitely old rivals.
They had cooperated perfectly when dealing with Miao Nanzi earlier.
Now that the fight was over, they had turned on each other, becoming irreconcilable. It was unclear what grievances existed between them.
Mo Ting and I, pulling and advising, quickly separated our respective masters.
My master took a puff of his cigarette:
"Hoo! This old bastard, this moron. If it wasn't for him contributing earlier, I would have dealt with him."
My face twitched, and I said with a smile:
"Master, don't dwell on it.
The red-clothed female ghost is dead, and Miao Nanzi's puppet has been burned.
What do we do next?"
My master heard me and took another deep drag from his cigarette, calming himself down:
"Go take a look at that wooden shed, then go burn all that immortal rice.
This rice must not be allowed to ripen.
As for that demon, don't worry about him, someone will deal with him..."
My master briefly explained the next steps.
I paused for a moment, "Someone will deal with him," who?
But seeing that my master didn't elaborate, I didn't press further.
I hummed in agreement, rested for a while where I was, and then walked towards the wooden shed.
At the same time, Daoist Tang and Mo Ting on the other side also followed.
The two old men exchanged glances, both wearing expressions of contempt, once again becoming at odds.
Upon reaching the wooden shed, it had already half collapsed.
As soon as my master and Daoist Tang arrived, they pushed their way in, neither giving way to the other.
Mo Ting and I could only follow behind, ready to intervene at any moment.
We were worried that these two old men would suddenly start fighting.
After entering the shed, Mo Ting and I turned on our phone flashlights.
The room was not large, and half of it had collapsed.
On the remaining half, there was a wooden table, a rattan chair, and several black talismans.
Next to the table, there was a white bag about the size of a washbasin.
I lifted it, and it felt like it contained flour, weighing about seven or eight jin.
"Brother Qin, what's in this bag?"
Mo Ting suddenly asked.
"It feels like flour."
I wasn't sure, so I directly untied the rope at the mouth of the bag.
Seeing this, Mo Ting reached in and grabbed a handful.
A handful of white powder, which he then squeezed in his hand.
He even sniffed it and frowned:
"It doesn't feel like flour, there are many particles, it feels like rice flour."
But as soon as he spoke, Daoist Tang, who had been investigating ahead, turned around.
Seeing Mo Ting holding a handful of white powder and calling it rice flour,
he rolled his eyes directly:
"Rice flour my ass, that's ashes.
You even used your hand to grab it, aren't you disgusted?"
"Ah! Ashes?"
Mo Ting was startled and quickly shook his hand, throwing away the ashes.
My heart also sank.
This large bag of ashes, how many bones had to be ground to produce this much?
And what was Miao Nanzi doing with so much ashes?
Was he lacking calcium and making soup for himself?
No, it definitely wasn't that.
This demon called himself a rice farmer. Could these ashes be used to grow immortal rice, to grow ghosts?
Just as I connected this thought, Mo Ting spoke:
"Master, what is that demon Daoist doing with so much ashes here?
Are these ashes from humans or animals?"
Mo Ting kept rubbing his hands, wiping off the residual ashes.
Daoist Tang kicked the bag of ashes with his foot:
"Who knows what kind of bones they are.
As for what he's doing with it, you guess."
Mo Ting paused for a moment and tentatively replied:
"He's not drinking it, is he?"
Daoist Tang's face darkened:
"Bullshit, do you think it's Wei Wei milk powder?"
Mo Ting looked somewhat troubled:
"I'm not that demon Daoist, how would I know?
Brother Qin, do you know what this ash is used for?"
Mo Ting turned to look at me.
I didn't hesitate and shared my speculation:
"I think this stuff is probably used to grow immortal rice, right?
I'm not sure though..."
After speaking, I looked towards Daoist Tang.
Daoist Tang grunted:
"That's right, this is used to fertilize the immortal rice.
That immortal rice feeds on flesh and blood, and absorbs ashes.
That's why it's thicker and larger than normal rice.
But this kind of rice stalk is also very evil, it can absorb Yin energy.
Little Mo, take this ash away later and wash it down the stream."
Mo Ting replied with an "Oh."
Meanwhile, my master had finished searching the entire room, including the collapsed sections.
Apart from some black talismans, he found nothing of value.
Seeing my master return, Daoist Tang didn't linger.
He called out to Mo Ting and left the room.
My master also waved at me, signaling me to leave.
I didn't hesitate and turned to exit the wooden shed.
My master walked behind me.
But as he left, he immediately set it ablaze.
Before long, Miao Nanzi's wooden shed was engulfed in flames...