Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 1
"The ancestors are above the ancestors, and the descendants of the grandchildren--I would like to use the strong mane and soft hair, and drink the food, to worship Taizong, and ask the ancestors to bless my Chen family through this innocent disaster..."

Again!
Mo Chuan, who was lying on the bed and about to sleep, frowned, his eyes filled with anger.

This damn auditory hallucination actually appeared again.

I don't know what evil he has hit recently?

Since a week ago, he had inexplicably heard whispering auditory hallucinations similar to Ruoyaowu.

At first, I thought someone was watching TV too loudly.

Later, I found out that it was my own auditory hallucination.

I also went to the hospital and checked my brain, but nothing was found.

As a last resort, he even stayed in different hotels for several nights.

As a result, the hallucinations remained.

And it's getting clearer!
Especially now, I can hear every word clearly.

"You bastard, what kind of bastard is causing trouble, come out for me!!!"

The clay figurine was still angry, Mo Chuan was completely furious, and shouted angrily!

"Well--"

When the reprimand fell, his expression froze.

I saw a censer suddenly floating in front of him.

The incense burner was made of copper, with two ears and three legs, dragon pattern auspicious beast, three incense sticks were inserted on it for offering incense, and green smoke came out, which actually threw an arc in the air and came straight towards his face.

Green smoke entered the nostrils, and the hazy dust and mist also dispersed in front of the eyes.

In the haze, Mo Chuan actually saw a world overlapping between the bedrooms in the green smoke!
This is an ancient-style room, with carved beams and painted buildings, a vermilion shrine, full of carvings, deer and horses, and a table full of worship, which makes people feel chills down the spine.

It is worth mentioning that the incense burner on the table is exactly the same as the three-legged burner with two ears hanging in the air.

At this time, an old man was kneeling in front of the altar, offering sacrifices and murmuring.

——That familiar voice was exactly what Mo Chuan had heard.

"Father, stop praying! Stop praying! Run away, that yellow man is coming!"

A tongue trembling sound came from outside.

I saw a young man in gray clothes rushing into the ancestral hall, grabbing the old man and going out.

"Escape? Where are you going? Without the few acres of Susukida at home, you will die wherever you go!"

The old man said, feeling sad from his heart, grabbing the land with his head, and tearing up: "I'm sorry to my ancestors, the incense of the Chen family is about to be cut off from me..."

"Father! Otherwise, hand me over!"

Seeing this, the young man couldn't bear it, he gritted his teeth and said harshly.

"Snapped!"

Unexpectedly, the old man slapped him across the face.

"Niezi, what nonsense are you talking about! Get down on your knees and confess your mistakes to your ancestors! You, you, Huang Pizi is begging for title, you let it do what you want, why are you messing with it?"

The old man was so angry that he pressed the young man on the futon and scolded him endlessly.

"Father! If you follow him, I will die!"

The young man shouted aggrieved.

The old man froze all over, and sat down on the ground with a "plop", his eyes lost his focus, and he was also short of breath for a while, talking nonsense!

How can I not know that my son did nothing wrong?
Ancestors have a saying: Huangpi asks for a seal, like the death of everyone, like the decline of a god.

It should be known that man is the spirit of all things, and his words contain prophecy, which is called: prophecy, prophecy, and destiny. (prophecy, sound the same as taking advantage)
As the saying goes: "One word prospers the country, one word ruins the country.", "Don't talk about people during the day, because talking about people will harm life; don't talk about ghosts at night, because talking about ghosts will bring ghosts."

It is the power of prophecy.

What Huang Pi is looking for is this canon of motto.

At this moment, Mo Chuan, who was watching the scene the whole time, realized something no matter how dull he was?
Feeling that he became the ancestor of the old and the young?

In other words, the so-called auditory hallucinations are the old man asking for the protection of his ancestors?

Mo Chuan looked strange.

First, he never married, and second, he never kept a seed. How could he have such a large descendant?
If he remembered correctly, this old man called himself the Chen family, and his surname was Mo, so it's impossible to beat him?
Or, what you see before your eyes is all a terminally ill hallucination?

"woo woo woo woo--"

Suddenly, a burst of whimpering and barking interrupted Mo Chuan's absurdity.

Along with the raving words, there were also waves of sinister wind blowing into the shrines of the ancestral hall, blowing incense ash, flickering candles, and shadows showing their teeth and claws, it was quite frightening.

"Dad! It's coming! It's coming!"

The young man turned pale with shock, turned his head to look outside the door, his eyeballs were bulging and bloodshot.

"Don't be afraid, my son, don't be afraid!"

The old man subconsciously protected the young man, but his legs trembled like sifting chaff, obviously he had already been scared out of his wits.

When they looked out the door, a puff of white smoke rushed in crazily.

In an instant, it filled the ancestral hall, covering the candlelight.

Amidst the smoke, a huge monster with its head on the beam of the door frame slowly poked its head out from the thick smoke.

It looks like a swollen jackal, with sharp beak and fangs, scarlet eyes, as big as a copper bowl, and the mane on the back pierces the sky, it is truly terrifying!
"Cluck...don't come here...don't come here!"

Looking at the looming monster in the thick fog, the young man was so shocked that his teeth chattered and he spoke in a daze.

"Da, Da Xianye! My son didn't mean to ruin the good things of the Xian family... Everything is open to discuss, just let me let the Chen family go, my Chen family is willing to build a temple for the Xian family..."

People mature.

The old man gritted his teeth and begged tremblingly.

"I'm yellow and speechless. I've been cultivating immortals for more than a year, and I've gone through a lot of kalpas, and I've finally come here to keep the fake and the real! I don't want you and other bastards to destroy my immortal foundation, destroy my morality... and temple worship can make up for it?"

The huge spirit screamed angrily, billowing thick smoke, if it came from the cloud of the dragon, it would be frightening to accompany it by its side!

"Great Immortal, if you have something to discuss, it's easy to discuss..."

"It's not negotiable! I just want this kid's life to fill in the gaps in my way!"

Seeing this appalling scene, the old man was full of despair, and mournfully called out: "My ancestors, save my son... save the Chen family!"

When the prayer sounded, the incense on the two-eared and three-legged incense burner on the altar burned more and more cracked, and the green smoke rolled straight into Mo Chuan's mouth and nose.

Mo Chuan subconsciously inhaled through his mouth and nose, not wanting to feel a sense of mystery and mystery rushing into his heart when he inhaled.

——Eating incense and fire to relieve people's disasters.

"Who?"

A sharp shout interrupted Mo Chuan's thoughts.

The gigantic monster who was probing the ancestral hall suddenly raised his head and looked at the tablet of the shrine, his face was full of fierceness, with a bit of horror.

"Thorn-"

Outside the ancestral hall, a horned dragon lightning shattered the darkness and illuminated the room through the carved wooden windows.

On the vermilion lacquer shrine, offering incense and green smoke lingering in it, like flames and dust, and a tall and indistinguishable figure looms and leaps above it.

Behind him, in a secluded environment, Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi.

A path of yin and filth rises up, straight to the heavens!
"Are you... the ancestor of the Chen family?"

Huge and strange, the voice is startled and uncertain, and the figure is even more hesitant, hesitating in advance and retreat.

The ancestor of the Chen family?I?

Mo Chuan's mind moved, and he slightly lowered his head to look at himself.

I saw that I was floating above a tablet, my body was transparent and erratic, and below the waist was even more vague, impossible to see.

Bean candles were burning next to it, casting long shadows on the tablet, except for his shadow.

I, I am... turned into a ghost?
Mo Chuan's heart throbbed endlessly, wondering if this was a hallucination, or a strange time travel?

"It's no wonder that the Chen family didn't hide or escape. It turned out that they were relying on the protection of their ancestors! It's a pity that you have disappeared, and you have died as a ghost. You are afraid of ghosts, but I am not a ghost."

Huang Buyu said coldly. (聻, the sound is the same as sword.)
But having said that, it stared at Mo Chuan, motionless as a mountain.

聻?What's the meaning?
Mo Chuan's heart suddenly suspended.

However, combined with Huang Pizi's context, he could vaguely guess the meaning.

I'm afraid this ghost has misunderstood something?
He is obviously testing him now, once he finds out the situation, he will definitely kill him!
How to do?
This is nothing more than an illusion;
If it's really a bizarre time travel, don't be careless!
"You have good eyesight, and you even recognized my real body."

Mo Chuan didn't respond directly to Huang Pizi's words, and changed the subject quietly.

"You think I'm a barren mound beast, illiterate?"

Jingguai sneered, and immediately began to chant with some complacency:

""Wuyin Jiyun" once recorded: When a person dies, he becomes a ghost, and people are afraid of it. When a ghost dies, he becomes a dummy, and a ghost is terrified. The dummy loses its shape, and only enjoys the incense, so that it can be condensed again, and then become a ghost."

Gan!
Can a ghost die again?
My feelings are one level lower than ghosts?
Mo Chuan felt bitter in his heart, how could this state "relieve disasters"?
"Then do you know where I come from?"

Mo Chuan felt uneasy and had no choice but to continue to change the subject, looking for clues to break the situation besides clichés.

"Hmph, if you eat incense from the Chen family, it is naturally the ancestor of the Chen family..."

While Huang Pizi was speaking, his expression suddenly changed drastically, the astonishment that could not be concealed by the animal face: "You, you come from... the nether world?"

It was cautious for a year, since it dared to go to the appointment to take the life of the Chen family boy, it naturally had a detailed investigation.

In other words, when the decision was made to challenge the title and discard the false and preserve the true, Chenjiacun was found out.

The Chen family did not have the protection of the ancestors at all.

It squatted at Chen's house, and never saw a bird from outside!
This person appeared out of thin air again, and there was no other explanation for the terrifying vision that had never been seen before, except for the ghost hell.

As for whether it was occupied by some lonely ghost?
That's even more impossible!
People have prophecies, but incense is sparse.

Whoever enshrines the incense belongs to whoever it is, and no one else can steal it!
Otherwise, wouldn't the Taoist temples and Buddhist temples all over the sky have long ago become a safe haven for ghosts and monsters?
"Your Excellency is well-informed!"

Mo Chuan replied.

He thought to himself, since he was considered to be the ancestor of the Chen family, he naturally came from the underworld, so he simply accepted it.

"May I ask sir, what does this netherworld look like?"

Huang Buyu asked, even though he had already guessed the truth in his heart and was cautious by nature, he still asked subconsciously.

It is not only a proof, but also a way out.

As a born monster, the immortal way is boundless, obstructed and difficult.

Even if he discards the false and preserves the true, condenses the human form, and casts the Immortal Foundation, he is still standing on the starting line of the human race.

It has experienced too many catastrophes, but it has lost its vigor and become more cautious.

If you can find out the appearance of the Netherworld in advance, you can make early plans when you fail in the future.

"What do you think the underworld looks like?"

Mo Chuan asked, all kinds of thoughts bursting out in his heart.

"People in the world say that the Netherworld is eerie, full of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and the skeletons are too horrible to look at."

"But where I live, it's crowded with people and the world is flourishing, so I feel uncomfortable."

Mo Chuan's language is not astonishing, and since the ghost asked this, it is either a statement for proof, or it is not ashamed to ask.

No matter how he answers, there is a half chance of betting wrong.

In this case, it is better to gamble!
"What? This, this is impossible?!" Huang Buyu turned pale with shock.

"Oh, why is it impossible?" Mo Chuan asked, heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, he made the right bet.

"I heard that the Underworld is the prison and execution ground where the ghost emperor Yan Luo interrogated and punished the criminals. How could it be so prosperous and so uncomfortable?"

"The so-called theory of the Underworld is nothing more than self-consolation words fabricated by the people who have no way to complain and have nowhere to appeal. You are a big monster, do you believe in this rumor?"

Mo Chuan paused and said:
"Furthermore, since the ghost emperor Yan Luo has the ability to judge, why doesn't he cut it at the root, and why do he do the useless work of repairing a dead sheep?"

Huang Pizi was dumbfounded: "Sir... Didn't you lie to me?"

Mo Chuan smiled and said, "If I lie to you, isn't that what you want?"

Huang Buyu was taken aback for a moment, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, with mixed feelings in his heart: "Mr. made a joke!"

It is a kind of cowardice to question the netherworld.

Jiazi's practice, although he never harmed people's lives, he often absorbed people's energy. If the Netherworld existed, his situation after death would be unimaginable.

At this time, it is also trying to kill the Chen family boy, to make up for his deeds by catching fish.

If the ancestors of the Chen family intended to stop it, why bother to say "the prosperous age is like a flower"?

According to folklore, wouldn't it be beautiful to intimidate someone?

From this point of view, the ancestor of the Chen family's move is not only a frank statement, but also a fearless one!
That's right, how could it be mediocre to cross from the Nether Hell with just a ray of incense?

Thinking of this, Huang Buyu's heart moved, thick smoke billowed in the ancestral hall, and disappeared in an instant.

Its terrifying and ferocious form suddenly turned into a weasel half the height of a person like a discouraged pig urine.

Wearing a toga with long sleeves, it took out a stack of transparent objects from its bosom, and offered:

"Thanks to Mr. Huang's advice today, regardless of previous suspicions, Huang deserves it. This painted skin is made by me from the skin of a violent death. It is entangled with evil spirits, and it can be used by Mr. as a substitute for transportation."

After the sound fell, Huapi flew towards the shrine.

"If you want to, Mo will keep it." Mo Chuan said with a smile.

"Mo, Mo?" Huang Buyu was stunned, isn't he the ancestor of the Chen family?Why is your surname Mo?
Seeing this, Mo Chuan didn't panic, let alone explain.

"Reining in from the cliff, there is nothing good, I hope you can do it yourself!"

After speaking, his body suddenly became transparent, and he disappeared in front of Huang Buyu and Chen's father and son.

At the same time, the offering of incense on the two-eared three-legged incense burner "patta" dropped a wisp of incense ash, and the last embers quietly extinguished.

At this moment, the blue smoke covering it also lost its source and gradually disappeared.

Huang Buyu stared blankly at this scene, and when he came back to his senses, he felt his legs go limp, almost limp on the ground.

You can come and go freely in the nether world.

What a, what a power!

What the old man just said about feelings is all a test? !
(End of this chapter)