The Niu-headed ghost chaser said: "Brother, it is best not to practice without absorbing the incense and mind power. Although incense and mind power is a good thing, it is addictive just like drugs, and it will also limit people's cultivation. Incense and mind power has reached its peak and is useless even if it is absorbed again. Therefore, like the judicial god, the fairy king, and the Buddha in the Buddha world, they all do not absorb the mind power and practice with their own combat power."

Brother Mao poured another bowl of wine for NiuTou. NiuTou Guicha said, "Heibai Wuchang has already absorbed enough incense and thought power and became the Dharma King to maintain order in the underworld, and his status is second only to the judge. Now it is Mammon and I who have replaced Heibai Wuchang's work, and the guy Mammon is too domineering and has exaggerated everything, so I have always come out alone."

"Oh!" Brother Mao said, "I understand, Brother Niu, I'll give you another bowl!" As he said that, he picked up the wine and wanted to touch Niu Tou. Mao Dun also learned to drink with Mao Dun, looking like a little drunkard.

Niu Tou put down the wine bowl and said, "Brother, just drink some wine in the world to satisfy your cravings. Come and see my wine, brother." As he said that, a delicate wine pot was formed out of thin air.

Niu Tou pushed away the bowl he had just used, took another one, carefully poured half a bowl of wine, and said, "Come and taste the Mengpo wine brought by my brother!"

When Brother Mao heard this, he immediately sprayed out the wine he had just drunk into his mouth.

Brother Mao said, "Brother Niu, what are you kidding? Isn't Meng Po's ecstasy soup?"

Niu Tou said proudly: "Although Meng Po makes a ecstasy soup for those who are about to be reincarnated, she is also an alcoholic. She collects the most precious crystal orchids, bone-corrosive grass, soul-transforming chrysanthemum and other medicinal materials in the underworld to make wine and drink. Moreover, this wine is a great tonic for cultivators. Even ordinary people can drink it, it will cure diseases and prolong life and rejuvenate. Others can't even ask for it. Take that horse noodles for example. He has been begging Meng Po for hundreds of years, but I am different from my brother. You can often go to her place to drink it. This is all secretly saved by my brother, so drink it!"

Brother Mao picked up the wine bowl and saw that there was a golden liquid in it, emitting a burst of fragrance. When he closed his eyes and made his heart stand, he drank it.

When the wine entered his stomach, Mao felt a spicy feeling. Then a warm current flowed slowly along his esophagus, then penetrated into the tendons and veins, flowing all over his body along his limbs and bones.

Brother Mao felt refreshed and his tendons and veins slightly widened.

Brother Mao opened his eyes and said, "What a good thing! Brother Niu will do some more!"

Niu Tou immediately hugged his wine pot, as if Brother Mao would snatch it away.

Niu Tou shook his huge head and said, "No, this is something I've got after asking Meng Po for a long time. What should I do if you drink it! No!"

"Stingy!" Mao Di said contemptuously.

"By the way!" Brother Mao said, "Brother Niu, I saw you transformed the wine pot out of thin air. What kind of magic is this?"

Niu Tou said: "This is my Qiankun Realm. The Qiankun Realm is a storage space set by itself, and you can place any item. The Qiankun Realm is equivalent to a two-dimensional space, and it will become larger as your cultivation improves, and your Qiankun Realm is always following you." After a pause, he continued: "Brother, you can also open up your Qiankun Realm!"

After hearing this, Brother Mao thought to himself: "This is not bad. You can put all things that are inconvenient to take in the future."

Thinking of this, Brother Mao grabbed Niu Tou's big hand and begged: "Good Brother Niu, please give me this spell!"

Niu Tou listened to Mao Di's stinging voice, his whole body trembled, shook Mao Di's hand away, and said, "Okay, okay, don't be so stingy. I really can't stand you, teach you!"

"Oh yeah!" Mao Di said excitedly.

After Brother Mao mastered the cultivation method of Qiankun Realm, Niu Tou said, "Okay, brother, it's almost dawn, brother, it's time for me to leave."

"By the way, Brother Niu!" Brother Mao shouted.

"What's up?"

"Brother Niu, can you tell me about Meng Po's preferences, temper, and so on?"

Niu Tou said, "It's getting late today, let's talk about it next time." As he said that, his body disappeared.

When I was in the bull's head, the sky was already dawn, and Brother Mao was excited to cultivate the universe world without looking at the time.

Before Brother Mao could enter the meditation, the door was photographed with a "slap" sound, and at the same time, Mao's anxious shout came.

Brother Mao opened the door helplessly, saw Maotou standing outside the door with a big man on his face, and asked, "Senior Brother Maotou, what happened? Is it worth your hurry to be like this?"

Mao Tou stroked his chest, calmed his anger, and said, "That's right, there are so many people coming out of our mountain gate. The master asked you to go there quickly!"

Brother Mao said strangely: "Is it a mess?" While saying that, he pulled Mao's head and ran towards the front yard.

When I arrived at the front yard, I saw that the yard and the mountain gate were full of people, including men, women, young and old, and it was noisy. Mao Dun stood on the steps without saying a word, just watching silently.

Brother Mao quickly walked to Mao Dun and asked, "Master, what happened?"

"We are all here to find you, so let's do it yourself!" After saying that, Mao Dun turned around and went back to his room.

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted: "Look, the little god is coming out!"

Hearing this scream, people rushed forward, as if they were afraid of falling behind.

Brother Mao's head hurt so much that his head hurts and he shouts loudly: "Everyone is quiet! Stay calm!" The voices of the crowd gradually weakened.

Brother Mao asked, "This is a pure place. I wonder what you are doing here?"

At this time, a middle-aged man came to the front of the crowd and said, "This little master, yesterday I saw you rescued a patient who was about to die. I saw that you were superb in medical skills. My old father had asthma for more than a year. He had seen many doctors and had taken many medicines, but he never improved. So today I came to ask my father to see him!" After a pause, he continued, "As for others, they are also here to seek medical treatment."

Brother Mao looked at these people and his head hurt, so he asked himself to see a doctor? There were still so many people! If I weren’t exhausted every day, how could I have time to practice? But I had to stop treating it! Suddenly, my head flashed with an idea.

Thinking of this, Brother Mao said, "Everyone, please listen to me that our here is the Maoshan School, a pure land. I can treat you all, but we have a rule here, that is, every weekend is the time for medical treatment, and only ten people are seen. After all, we are different from doctors. We are very labor-intensive to see a doctor. Please forgive me! Today is Sunday, and everyone is lined up outside the mountain gate. My senior brother will give you license plates, but only ten. If you don’t get the license plates, please come next Sunday!" Brother Mao pulled Maotou back to Mao Dun’s room after saying that.

As soon as he entered the door, Mao Dun asked in a slight manner: "Brother Mao, what's going on?"

Brother Mao said with a bitter face: "Master, I cured the uncle yesterday and was seen by others and came to me for treatment!"

After hearing this, Mao Dun said, "It's right to treat diseases, but what's so messy? Besides, if you treat people every day, do you still need to practice?"

Brother Mao smiled and said, "Master, I have already thought about it. I will only treat the disease every Sunday. I will spend other time practicing, so it will not be delayed. I will only see ten at a time!"

Mao Dun praised: "Well, it's not bad, you're smart, go!"

When Brother Mao heard the master agree, he pulled Maotou and started making license plates.

After hearing Mao Di's words, the crowd outside hurriedly walked out of the front door and stood in a row, almost halfway up the mountain.

Half an hour later, Maotou started to issue the license plate in his hand. After ten license plates were issued, Maotou said to the remaining people who had not received the license plate: "The ten license plates have been issued today. If you don't receive the license plate, please come and queue up next Sunday! Please come back!"

The person who received the license plate was very excited, but the person who didn't receive it looked depressed, but it was a comforting opportunity.

Brother Mao sat behind the Eight Immortals table in the lobby where the Sanqing and Maoshan School ancestors were enshrined. The table was quite big, but Brother Mao was not very tall, so it was very funny to sit there.

At this time, Head Mao led the first person to receive the license plate and walked in.

Brother Mao saw that it was an old man with white hair and a pale face, and a gentle man wearing glasses next to him was supported by him.

"Go to the ancestor first!" Brother Mao said with his eyes closed.

The man with glasses was about to have an attack, but the old man stopped him. The two had to kneel on the cushion in front of the statue of the ancestor of Maoshan, take the incense handed over from Maotou, and bow three times.

The man in glasses helped the old man to sit on the chair opposite Maodi.

"Let us chairman see!" the man in glasses shouted.

"Xiao Li, don't be rude!" said the old man.

"Just him? This little brat?" the man in glasses said disdainfully.

"Little Li!" The old man glared at the man in glasses and said, "If you do this again, you won't be able to go to work!"

The man with glasses hurriedly shut his mouth. He didn't want to lose this job. After all, a job worth 20,000 or 30,000 yuan a month is not that easy to find.

The old man said to Brother Mao: "My little master, I heard from my old friend that you have very good medical skills, so today I came to see you for my long-term illness."

Brother Mao opened his eyes and said, "Old sir, this is my first time seeing a doctor. How did your old friend know?"

"Oh!" said the old man: "That's right. When you treated someone yesterday, an old friend of mine happened to be there. By the way, he also used his water cup for you."

Brother Mao suddenly said, "Yes, someone asked me to use his water cup yesterday." After a pause, he continued, "Okay, I won't talk much, there are still people waiting outside! Hand over!"

The old man hurriedly handed over, and Brother Mao stretched out two fingers to put them on the old man's wrist, pretending to behave and started his pulse.

Brother Mao closed his eyes, frowned sometimes, and sootheed his expression.
Chapter completed!