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

Chapter 107
"Yin Fu Jing" said: "The way of observing the sky and the way of following the sky are exhausted!"

Law and art are exactly the means of "observing the sky and holding the sky".

Seeing the true Taoist uses the technique of "Di Sha·Knowing the Time" to peek into the secrets of the world, and using the cold water of residual tea as an opportunity to draw him, he can see Mo Chuan's heels in a snap of his fingers.

The secret that ordinary people can't penetrate, finally uncovered a corner of the secret curtain.

At this moment, Zhishi builds a bridge between the huge gap between the human world and the underworld, and the world filled with eerie ghosts is reflected in the vision of the daring voyeur.

Floating corpse dust and ashes of broken souls spewed out from the ten directions of heaven and earth, converging into a rattling river of Styx, rushing down from the void.

Endless resentful souls despaired in howling, and the hesitation of resentment almost overwhelmed Jianzhen's wisdom.

"Wish me to be alone, to be united with mind and mind!"

In the midst of a sundering of consciousness, seeing the true Taoist chief pronouncing the mantra of calming the heart, the swaying spiritual consciousness suddenly gathered together, remembering the purpose of spying on the secret.

Another wave of primordial energy filled in, and the swaying spiritual consciousness recovered three points of anger, and once again followed the guidance of knowing the time, sank into the Styx River and went down the river.

In the darkness of the sky, there are invisible objects swimming around, which are the ghosts of ghosts, and Xi Yi is silent.

The Styx rushes forward and is mysterious, making the horizon even more dead silent.

The Taoist priest who has been missing for a long time, gradually became anxious, because the biting coldness, chilling to the soul, is gradually freezing his spirituality, trying to drag him into the bottom of the dark world, and he will never be able to turn over!
"You Huang sits alone, and the poisonous dragon hides."

Another heart-cleaning mantra came out, Jian Zhen managed to pull himself together, bit the tip of his tongue, spewed out a mouthful of painstaking effort, and squeezed out the Yuan Qi hidden deep in his body.

"Whoa-"

After thousands of calls, the Styx River was rippling, the water was swaying, and the spiritual consciousness was transcended, and the root was finally seen.

At the bottom of the Styx River, at the extreme of the Nine Nethernesses, in the Netherworld, a chaotic and blurry cyan figure that looked like a paper-cut shadow puppet suddenly stopped in its tracks.

Three inches below the navel, one eye suddenly opened, looking straight at the Taoist priest.

There is a big white eye, a little black pupil, like ink and paint, seeping into people's panic!
Around that cyan Taoist figure, there are thousands of bodies, wandering and crowded, howling like ten thousand ghosts, creepy!
"Whoo-"

Seeing the true Taoist priest gasped, like a midnight dream, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The bright sunlight stimulated blood in his eyes, sweat profusely, and his whole body seemed to be going through a long nightmare.

"Huchi-huchi-"

The sound of rapid breathing is like a broken leather raft peeing on the turbulent river, blowing out a panicking sound of discouragement in the river.

"How could this be?"

The sun shines on the hut, and the face of evil is frightened.

Compared with the depletion of Yuan Qi and the depletion of soul, what frightens the true Taoist is the terrifying vision revealed by the secrets of heaven.

It was a sight he had never seen before.

The Styx River is swift, with thousands of remnants of souls, swollen bodies, cruising all over the body...

This horrifying sight is horrifying to witness.

What frightens people's hearts is the terrified and lonely eyes among the thousands of solitary shadows!
"call--"

After a while, Taoist Jianzhen let out a long breath, gradually calmed down the throbbing in his heart, and began to think secretly.

"The Styx helps each other, and the myriads follow each other... Could it be some kind of secret method to cover up the secrets of heaven?"

As the person in charge of Earth Sha's Time Knowing Technique, he subconsciously thought of this aspect.

For example: the technique of hiding the sun from the evil spirits of the earth, and the resisting technique of the Eight Techniques of Guigu.

They are all very good techniques for concealing the secrets of the heavens. If you practice them, not only will others not be able to follow them easily, but they can even conceal the secrets of the heavens and prolong your life for thousands of years.

"No, no, if it's a way to cover up the secret, you should have a sense when you know it, and you will definitely not explore it!"

"Furthermore, what kind of spell can drive Styx to cover up the secret? Or is Mingchen born in Styx?"

"This... this is too ridiculous!"

Surging thoughts flooded the Taoist priest's mind.

However, the scene beyond common sense made him more and more confused, and finally heaved a long sigh:
"I didn't expect that after 500 years of practicing in the poor way, there would be a day when I was incompetent. It is worthy of the existence of resolving ghosts and monsters."

Seeing the real Taoist was silent for a long time, his eyes quietly fell on the gift box on the table.

Do you want to try again?

There was some hesitation in his eyes, not so much that he was worried that he would get nothing, but rather that he was afraid that his consciousness would be trapped in the river of darkness and he would not be able to break free.

After a while, he gritted his teeth, flipped his hand, took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a few radiant pills, stuffed them into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up, like chewing broad beans.

If there is a Taoist expert here, they will turn pale with astonishment when they see this.

Because seeing the pills taken by the true Taoist priests, they are very famous-Jiuyang Huanqi Pill, which can restore Yuan Qi with a flick of a finger.

Seeing the truth, Taoist priests take it casually. It is extravagant and amazing.

After a stick of incense, Taoist Priest Jianzhen, who had returned to his peak state again, put his hand on the gift box, his eyes slightly closed, and Yuan Qi gushed out again.

……

……

"what--"

Mo Chuan, who was walking on the mountain trail and thinking while walking, suddenly stood still, suppressed the eyes of the cow in the root chakra, and subconsciously opened them to look behind him.

Behind him, grass grows along the road, and insects sing and katydids jump, it seems that there is no abnormality.

——It turned out that just now, he suddenly had the feeling of being spied on.

"illusion?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Mo Chuan's eyes, and after a while, he raised his footsteps again.

I don't want to, after this point, the sense of prying eyes that receded from the touch never appeared again, and everything seemed like an illusion.

'Could it be the prying eyes of fellow Taoists? '

He subconsciously thought of seeing the true Taoist priest, and returned to ask questions, but after thinking about it, he gave up, and his thoughts turned back to Xianzhen.

"If you have seen that what the true Taoist said is true, the ghosts and ghosts that came were caused by the leak of erysipelas from Taoist Wuding, and this incense is too bad to receive." '

'Ugh……'

Mo Chuan sighed: "Check it out slowly, after all, we have some clues." '

Just at this time, a ray of incense came up, and Mo Chuan took a look, but it was an old woman who was kneeling on the ground piously, begging the ancestors and ancestors to bless her daughter-in-law to give birth to a boy with a handle.

"Nima—"

Mo Chuan, who was already bored in his heart, saw the national curse, and waved away the incense sticks lingering in front of his eyes.

Looking up at the sky, it was already noon in the morning, and suddenly I remembered the shepherd's purse wontons I had here for the first time.

He especially remembered that small town, located seven or eight miles south of Laixian Town.

Now he is eight or nine miles southwest of Laixian Town... Tsk, it's nearby?

With a total in mind, Mo Chuan quickly identified the direction, took a small path, and walked for about two miles, and the smoke from the cooking steamed in the air.

Mo Chuan was shocked and quickened his pace.

Entering the town, a scent wafts over, and as far as the eye can see, under the big locust tree at the entrance of the town, there is a noodle stall with a ground pot cooking noodles.

The wonton stand that Mo Chuan had been thinking about was nowhere to be seen.

Mo Chuan approached and sat down on the saddle.

"Master Dao, do you want to eat noodles?"

The stall owner is a middle-aged man, and he greets customers quickly when they come to the table.

"What's the face?"

"There are lamb soup noodles, mutton noodles, and haggis noodles, which one would Daoist want to eat?"

"Lamb noodles."

"okay!"

The stall owner was shocked when he heard the sound, and hurried to work.

Not long after, the mutton noodles were served, flat and as wide as a thumb, sprinkled with a layer of unknown wild vegetables, and a few thin slices of mutton were spread on the noodles, and the smell of fishy smell penetrated the nostrils.

Mo Chuan took a bite out of his chopsticks, frowning slightly.

This is called mutton noodle soup. I don’t know if it’s due to the lack of meat and plenty of water, or the lack of technology.

But in Mo Chuan's view, this fishy smell is not as refreshing as the clear water surface.

This made him miss that bowl of wonton even more.

"Brother, wasn't there a wonton seller here before? Why didn't you see a stall today?"

"Yo, Master Dao also knows about He Tiaozi?"

The stall owner stopped making noodles and looked over with a look of surprise. Mo Chuan's accent really didn't sound like a local at all.

"I passed by before and had a bowl."

Mo Chuan was disgusted in his heart, and he kept asking questions without changing his expression.

"Oh, no wonder! Oh, speaking of He Tiaozi, it's miserable!"

"What's wrong?"

"Well, He Tiaozi's life is also hard. His parents left early when he was a child, and he managed to survive by digging wild vegetables by himself. He got a wife and gave birth to a baby. It's just been a few years of good times. Who would have thought..."

"Oh! My three-year-old grandson died! Misfortunes never come singly. He went out to pick land in the rain, and then broke his waist and became paralyzed. Alas... this man is paralyzed, and he is not far away. It seems that he can't bear it." It's been two days."

The stall owner was full of emotion and sighed again and again.

"I heard that He Tiaozi broke his back, that's a living son and grandson, he's got retribution!" A diner beside him responded.

"Live son and grandson?" Mo Chuan was surprised.

"The Daoist doesn't know something. The old man lives longer than his descendants. This is to make his descendants live longer..." Hearing this, the diners next to him showed off with a mysterious expression.

It turns out that there is a local belief that the longevity of the elderly is to borrow the longevity of their children and grandchildren.

When the old man lives, the children and grandchildren are gone.

The reason why He Tiaozi's eldest son's grandson died young was because of He Tiaozi's longevity.

"May I ask He Tiaozi, how old is he this year?" Mo Chuan asked.

"61, look, this is not longevity, what is it?" the diner asked.

Mo Chuan was silent when he heard the words, not knowing how to respond.

He hastily ate two mouthfuls of noodles, paid twenty copper coins, and found out where He Tiaozi lived before getting up and leaving.

……

After He Tiaozi became paralyzed, he stayed at the second son's house, which was at the end of the town.

Mo Chuan inquired all the way, and finally found a place to live.

There were two adobe houses in the rubble-filled courtyard. Mo Chuan walked up to the firewood gate and was about to knock on the door when there was a suppressed quarrel at the gate.

"...Eat! Eat! Eat! People are going to be buried in the ground, so what food do you give me?"

This is a woman's voice, with acrimonious meaning rushing towards her face.

"You bitch, what are you talking about? Ah? That's my father! Can I leave him alone?"

"Take care! When he eats the dog egg Yangshou and dies young like your eldest nephew, will you feel at ease?"

"Bah! You, what are you talking about?"

"My surname is He, let me tell you, if you want to be a virtuous son and filial grandson, you can give me a meal. If there is something wrong with the dog, I will never end with you."

The sound fell, there was a creak, and the door opened.

A dark-faced woman rushed out of the courtyard door in anger and walked away.

"Father, Mrs. Zhao is like that. Don't take it to heart. Come on, get up and eat..."

There were chattering voices in the courtyard again.

"Father, take two bites!"

"Father! I know, you are looking for death on purpose... It's all nonsense outside. He Laoliu's parents died early, no one lived for his son and grandson, and his son died before he was six years old? And Mr. He kisses……"

"Father, don't believe in those nonsense things. The elder nephew didn't make it through. It's his fate. He just needs to be reborn. Why do you want to spoil yourself?"

"It's true, big brother. I didn't take good care of my eldest nephew, and I still have the face to blame the old man..."

"Stop talking, Dad, it's getting late, I'll put the meal on the table, and I'll go to work."

The murmuring stopped, and not long after, the courtyard door opened, and a dark and strong man went out with a hoe on his shoulder.

Mo Chuan, who was pretending to be a passerby, looked at the muscular man going away, thought for a while, pushed the chaimen open and walked in.

Following the weak and rapid breathing, Mo Chuan pushed open the dilapidated chaimen of the side house, and a stench came over his face.

Compared with the stench, the sight that greeted his eyes made Mo Chuan's heart palpitate even more.

I saw a skinny old man, supporting his body with one arm, twisting in a weird posture, reaching out to grab the porridge and rice on the table.

When he heard the door opening, he followed the sound with a look of horror and embarrassment.

When he saw that it was Mo Chuan, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then withdrew his hand in embarrassment.

"Who is Daoist looking for?"

Looking at the dirty and smelly side room, he asked anxiously.

"Poverty tomorrow, can the old man still recognize it?"

Mo Chuan cupped his hands and asked.

The old man narrowed his eyes, looked carefully for a while, shook his head and said:
"The old man is confused, I don't recognize him anymore, is Daoist looking for me for something?"

"Pindao tasted the old man's bowl of wontons in the town a month ago, and I have never forgotten it. I passed by today and wanted to eat a bowl to satisfy my hunger. I didn't expect... oh..." Mo Chuan sighed.

He Tiaozi was a little excited when he heard the words, but also a little disappointed.

After a long while, he said, "What kind of wontons is the Taoist reading? I'll give you the recipe."

Mo Chuan waved his hand: "Forget it, Pindao has always been tired and lazy, and the prescription is a waste for me. It's the most delicious one made by the old man."

He Tiaozi smiled wryly: "I can't do it, the old man has few days left to live."

Mo Chuan looked serious, and said: "The old man's face is not short-lived. The old man's bowl of wontons will definitely be eaten by the poor man."

He Tiaozi was taken aback, and was about to speak when Mo Chuan blew lightly on his lips.

【spray】

——People have prophecies, and spraying their objects can make them change.

With a flick of the prophecy, He Tiaozi's skinny body suddenly filled up.

But with a flick of a finger, he returned to his healthy state.

He Tiaozi was trembling all over, and he supported his legs with trembling hands, and the worn-out quilt was propped up, it was the feeling of regaining the lost legs.

"This this……"

He Tiaozi, who had been miserable all his life and rarely shed tears, suddenly burst into tears, rolled off the bed with a "plop", and knelt down in front of Mo Chuan.

"Thank you immortal for saving your life, I kneel down for you."

He Tiaozi kowtowed with snot and tears.

"Old man, take good care of your health, don't hurt yourself again! In two days, Pindao will find you to eat that bowl of wonton again."

He Tiaozi raised his head and was about to respond when he heard the sound, but when he didn't want to, there was nothing in front of him.

The immortal left quietly without knowing it.

"Da da da!"

Just at this moment, a burst of noisy footsteps came.

"Father! Daddy! Has the family been burglarized..."

The second son's slightly panicked voice came, and stopped abruptly when it reached the door.

I saw him looking at his father who had recovered to his original state with a look of disbelief on his face.

(End of this chapter)