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

The setting sun stands at dusk, at the foot of Xiqiong Mountain, the mountain village is picturesque, and the smoke from cooking is curling up.

According to the custom, the witch will offer three incense sticks when the yin and yang meet.Looking carefully, there is only a clay statue of a Taoist priest left in the shrine that once enshrined the five immortals.

After the incense was finished, the sorceress sat down tremblingly, looking at the clay Taoist statue in a daze.

I don't know if I fulfilled my wish and lost my obsession?
Or the collapse of ignorant faith?
Ever since meeting the Taoist priest Mingchen, the witch's body has deteriorated day by day, and now she is very old and dying.

"Grandma, soak your feet!"

A crisp greeting came from outside the courtyard, and Xiao Yao with a ponytail came in with a footbath in his hand.

"Hey, good."

Seeing Xiaoyao, the sorceress recovered a bit of energy, and under Xiaoyao's service, she took off her cloth shoes and inserted them into the hot water, feeling so comfortable that her whole body was relaxing.

"Grandma, let me know when the water is cold." Xiao Yao folded up her cloth shoes and sat down beside her.

"Hmm." The sorceress nodded.

"Grandma, will the immortal appear again?"

Xiao Yao sat for a while, couldn't help looking at the clay Taoist statue, and asked.

"Hehe, don't you still want to give up?"

The sorceress opened her eyes and looked at Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao lowered her head and said nothing.

Her father asked her to come here to learn skills, but she didn't expect that her aunt's skills were all fake and deceptive.

However, the immortal mentioned by her aunt still made her feel somewhat hopeful, because her father had also seen that immortal.

"Immortals don't like my bluffing and cheating, so why would they come to see me, an old woman?"

The sorceress shook her head, looked at the clay Taoist statue, and sighed softly: "Immortals have great supernatural powers. After a hundred years from me, when you inherit this house, you must remember to offer incense and worship at all times."

"You are different from the old woman. You are clean. Maybe one day an immortal will pass by and see you are kind-hearted, so he will accept you as a disciple."

The sorceress was a little worried that Xiaoyao only cared about her inheritance and ignored the incense of the immortals, so she thought about drawing a big cake for hope.

"Got it, grandma."

Yao'er nodded, and subconsciously looked at the clay statue of a Taoist priest on the shrine.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the clay Taoist priest seemed to be looking at her too, which made her feel a little guilty and flustered, and quickly looked away.

She didn't know that the fairy grandma was talking about was standing there looking at her.

"The old woman has a heart, if she can often offer incense in the future, it's okay for the poor to give her a fortune. '

In the midst of incense, Mo Chuan, who came from the God of Yang, looked at the young Yao'er, then at the sorceress soaking her feet, secretly made a promise, and then walked away.

After leaving the mountain village, he took the way to Mantou Mountain, and within two sticks of incense, he arrived at the crack in the mountain.

He stopped immediately, checked his surroundings carefully, and was relieved to make sure that no one had moved through the gap.

Immediately, it dissipated into Qi again, escaped into the crevice of the mountain, and drilled into the cave.

The scenery of the catacombs remains the same, the cave grass as bright as a golden lamp, and the fireflies as bright as fireflies, reflecting the cave as dimly as the morning.

Mo Chuan kept walking, and when he reached the depths of the cave, there was nothing on the eerie pool.

——Fei Niu, who had apparently lost his single eye, cautiously hid himself.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan didn't panic, stretched out his hand to search the air, took out a stick of incense, lit it casually, and blew lightly on his lips.

Immediately, the incense candles were as bright as stars, and thick smoke gushed out.

In a short while, the cave was filled, and the figure of Fei Niu was outlined.

"What are you going to do?"

Fei Niu, who sensed the incense, suddenly struggled. As the demon body twisted, a large piece of chain was pulled, and the vibration made the mountain rumble.

"With the help of Mr. Hongfu, Pindao was crowned as the God of Wanchao Cave, earning an equal status with the thousand-year-old monster. However, his strength is not good, and he has a guilty conscience, so he came here to borrow a few years of cultivation from Mr. Wang."

Mo Chuan cupped his hands and said with a smile.

"Blood soup?"

Fei Niu's voice suddenly became sharp.

"Exactly!"

While speaking, Mo Chuan flicked his fingers, and a piece of gravel hit Fei Niu's leg with a "bang".

Fei Niu, who had lost his single eye, subconsciously condensed his demonic power and gathered it at the attacked part, causing the hairs all over his body to stand on end.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Mo Chuan's body swelled wildly.

With a flick of a finger, it has already turned into a giant of tens of feet, crowded the cave to the brim.

He grabbed Feiniu's ears with both hands, and when he climbed up, the art of fragmentation spewed out, intending to pluck the cow's ears.

"Moo-"

Fei Niu was furious, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of poisonous mist that erodes bones and ecstasy.

Mo Chuan's giant body had nowhere to dodge, and he endured the poisonous mist abruptly!
However, this poisonous mist, which is enough to make a thousand-year-old evil spirits tremble, fell on Mo Chuan like a breeze, calm and calm.

During this split-second attack, Mo Chuan also successfully picked off the cow's ear, his figure suddenly shrank, and he retreated violently.

"Roar--"

"You dare to eat the rest, and when I escape from the trap, I will surely tear your corpse into thousands of pieces..."

Fei Niu's angry roar echoed in the cave, but at this time Mo Chuan had already fled thousands of miles away.

……

Feast on the Dao Furnace and the Temple of Nourishing God.

Mo Chuan, who returned to his physical body, took out a pair of cow ears that he had just picked.

Just looking at the pair of cattle ears, it seems to be no different from ordinary cattle, as big as a palm and covered with cow hair.

However, slashing it with the Evil Resisting Sword couldn't hurt it at all.

Obviously, the flesh body of Wanzai Yaoxie is so tyrannical that he, a half-year-old monk, can bully him at will.

In desperation, Mo Chuan had no choice but to forcibly cut away with the fragmented magical power.

"If you are separated, you will suffer, Mr. Fei."

Mo Chuan held the detached cow's ear, shook his head with emotion, and threw it into boiling water, and cooked it to remove the hair.

After being cooked, the cow ears no longer have the defensive power of the evil spirits that have lasted for thousands of years. They are lightly cut, the skin and bones are connected, curled into a circle, soft and cute.

Tsk, a good appetizer with wine!

Mo Chuan looked up and looked around, intent on looking for a pot to cook, but he was not good at cooking, so he had no choice but to give up.

He casually picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. Before he chewed it carefully, his old face suddenly flushed red, like an angry King Kong.

Cow ears are poisonous, very poisonous!

"Buzz!"

Fei Niu's single eye, which was suppressed in the root chakra, buzzed and trembled, and the Yin runes were sparsely connected to the blood of his single eye, and the ability to ward off epidemics swept away the whole body.

After a while, Mo Chuan's old face, which was as red as a pig's liver, gradually receded and returned to normal.

"Crack!"

He chewed the bone of the cow's ear expressionlessly, chewed it until it was crushed, and then swallowed it lightly.

In an instant, the billowing Yuan Qi burst out from the intestines and stomach, rushed to the limbs and bones, and was quickly transformed into the host's own Yuan Qi under the absorption of the blood soup.

Mo Chuan slightly closed his eyes, concentrating and holding his breath.

After an unknown amount of time passed, he suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of blood flashed from his eyes, and the uncontrollable blood surged on his face.

"As expected of a ten thousand-year evil spirit, just one piece of cow's ear can increase my morality by six years!"

"Unfortunately, the meat is highly poisonous. It takes [-]% of my Yuan Qi to detoxify this poison. This cannot be eaten as a daily meal."

"For daily use, it's best to use the power of the eyes to remove its toxicity in advance. Although it will take some effort and time, it is the safest and safest."

"I don't know, if I keep eating like this, will I eat Feiniu into a mummified corpse?"

After thinking about it, Mo Chuan glanced at the boss on the table.

I saw that the cow's ear that he had cut off had grown back, and it looked the same as before.

"Inexhaustible, inexhaustible, I hope you don't vomit me."

Niu Er couldn't help trembling slightly when he heard Mo Chuan's emotion. He wondered if he regretted his prominence in Fengming Palace at this time.