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

Mo Chuan saw that the wolf king didn't seem to be lying, his eyes turned slightly, and fell on the dead bones of the new tomb at the entrance of the town again.

Seeing the true Taoist said that the reason why Laixian Town became a ghost overnight was because of the leakage of erysipelas.

That being the case, where did so many poisonous corpses go?
Will it be eaten up by wild beasts and ants?

Or, did the Taoist see the truth guess wrong, or was he lying?
Hundreds of skeletons crumbled into dust and mud, and how many people know that the skulls hit the ground.

Mo Chuan lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then looked at the wolf king and said, "Do you know the true Taoist?"

The Wolf King said: "But the Taoist Jianzhen who lives in the west of Lanshan Town?"

Mo Chuan nodded: "That's right."

"To tell the truth, Daoist, if Xiao Wang remembers correctly, after seeing the true Taoist strayed into Laixian Town five years ago, he built a hut near Lanshan Town to practice in seclusion, and he would go around here every three to five months. , presumably to break this ghost."

"What is his cultivation?"

"Xiao Wang didn't know, he never went into the mountains to hunt, and Xiao Wang never provoked him, so the well water never violated the river water, and we lived in peace."

"You guys have a tacit understanding." Mo Chuan seemed to be joking but didn't hide it.

"Don't blame the Immortal Elder, it's really... It's really that I saw a true Taoist hiding in the wild, quiet as running water, if the immortal didn't mention it, Xiao Wang would have forgotten him."

The wolf king broke out in cold sweat, explaining again and again.

"Really?"

Mo Chuan nodded, with an ambiguous attitude.

Neighbors for five years, ask three questions and don't know.

He didn't know that this was because the wolf king was in awe, so he was hiding it?Or really subconsciously ignored?Either way, however, it's worth being wary of.

"Then do you know Taoist Wuding?"

"I never knew."

Mo Chuan's eyes flickered when he heard the words, and after asking some more details, he asked Huang Buyu to fill in the grave, put away Ya San'er, and walked away.

——He plans to go to meet the true Taoist again.

However, when he was about to reach his destination, he stopped again, thought about it, turned around and rushed to Lanshan Town, intending to eat a bowl of wonton before going.

If you see a truthful person lying, once a conflict arises, it's okay to fight;
If you can't beat it, you must run away.

If I don't eat this bowl of wonton now, I don't know the year of the monkey next time.

Entering Lanshan Town, under the locust tree at the entrance of the town, the wonton stall that I was looking forward to was not there, and the mutton soup noodle stall was still occupying the open space.

Mo Chuan felt a little doubt in his heart, and when he walked to the door of Zhenwei He Tiaozi's second son's house, he saw a red cloth pasted on the door.

Above: "Eat wontons, go east to the hut in the fish pond."

When Mo Chuan saw this, it was clear that it was He Tiaozi who left a message for him!
Then he walked away, and not long after leaving the town, there was a sound of "咩咩".

If you take a closer look, there is a sheep pen with a fence around the field outside the town, and there is a fish pond next to the sheep pen.Beside the fish pond, a thatched hut the size of a palm is crumbling.

When you get closer, you can see that the sheep pen is quite clean and there is not much sheep droppings.

Looking at the sheep droppings on the bank of the fish pond, Mo Chuan suddenly understood.

There is a saying in "Agricultural Encyclopedia·Shepherding": You can pen the sheep on the bank of the fish pond, sweep the grass dung in the pond every morning to feed the grass fish, and the sheep dung can feed the silver carp, killing three birds with one stone. .

——It turns out that Lanshan Town uses sheep feces to raise fish!
Mo Chuan sighed, approached the hut, and shouted loudly: "Is Old Man He here?"

When the sound fell, there was a sound of clashing pots and pans in the hut. The next moment, an energetic old man appeared, rubbing his hands with excitement, and bowed his waist.

"You are here, Immortal!"

"The old man is polite, just call me the Taoist priest."

"That's impossible! Immortal, um...the house is cramped and messy, why not just sit outside, knowing that you're coming, I've already prepared the ingredients, the old man has all the wontons you like to eat."

While speaking, He Tiaozi had already prepared to pick out the burden of wontons, set up the simple table, opened the mat, lit the stove, and his movements were skillful and pleasing to the eye.

Looking at the wonton stall again, although it was quite old, it was cleaned up and even the nails of the old man were neatly trimmed, which made Mo Chuan very satisfied.

He sat down with an old god, and chatted while looking at the old man and the bread ravioli.

"Old man, why do you live here?"

He Tiaozi paused for a while to wrap wontons, and then said with a smile:
"Hey, to tell you the truth, even though it's the home of the old man's son, he always feels like he's living under someone's fence. I just came here to help people look after the fish pond, trying to make it clean and at ease."

Mo Chuan nodded thoughtfully, and everyone tacitly changed the subject to chatting about wontons.

When it comes to Hetiaozi Wonton, why is it unique?
He Tiaozi was also quite proud, and began to talk eloquently.

His parents died early, and he lived by digging wild vegetables in his early years.

After eating a lot, I gradually feel the pulse of the wild vegetables and know how to handle them better to swallow.

By mistake, he started the wild vegetable wonton business. Because of the large quantity and cheap price, the business has been very good, and once he sells it, he will last for a lifetime.

He was an orphan without father and mother, and he just relied on wontons to pick a child, married a wife and had children in middle age, and lived out the life span of two generations.

While chatting, a bowl of shepherd's purse and ground wontons was freshly baked.

The black pottery sea bowl is full of weight, steaming hot, and each wonton with thin skin and big filling is like a green-bellied goose stabbing a pond.

Mo Chuan took out a spoon and took a bite, wondering if it was a psychological effect, he immediately felt that it was extremely delicious.

"Not bad, comparable to delicacies from mountains and seas."

After He Tiaozi served the wontons, he sat across from him and watched Mo Chuan's expression. Hearing this compliment, he immediately burst into a smile.

"It's not comparable to delicacies from mountains and seas. Immortals are tired of eating delicacies from mountains and seas. I think this farmhouse tastes fresh game and tastes it delicious."

Mo Chuan chuckled when he heard this, the old man understands people!
Seeing that Mo Chuan was in a good mood, He Tiaozi suddenly asked anxiously: "The Immortal is well-informed, the old man has a doubt, and I want to ask the Immortal to clarify it."

Mo Chuan said, "Say it."

"Other people say that longevity is a disaster for the elderly. This is to live the life of their children and grandchildren. Is this true?"

"If it's true, Pindao will save you?"

A rhetorical question made He Tiaozi stunned for a moment, and the next second, the whole person relaxed visibly with the naked eye, and his old face, which was as old as orange peel, smiled like a chrysanthemum.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan asked, "I've heard a little bit about the old man's family affairs, but did the old man...deliberately seek death?"

He Tiaozi sighed, and said: "To tell the truth, the old man has been used to seeing dead people since he was a child. In order to survive, he ate grave sacrifices and snatched wild dog bones. How dare he seek death? It's just that his grandson died young and was in a trance , slipped his foot, and the person is old and frail, so he fell into a paralyzed man."

"Hey, when I was lying on the bed in those few days, I was thinking, if there is really a saying about the longevity of living children and grandchildren, my life is also given to me by the early death of my parents. How can I get grandchildren? Grandchildren are fate!"

"Yes, it's all life."

Mo Chuan sighed, and asked again: "The old man is recovering from a serious illness. There is no gossip in the town, right? Do you need help from the poor?"

Xu Shi died once, He Tiaozi looked away, waved his hands indifferently and said: "Some gossips are just gossips, it doesn't matter if it doesn't matter."

"That's good!" Mo Chuan nodded.

"It's a pity that the eldest grandson died to see the fairy elder..."

He Tiaozi's sudden emotion made Mo Chuan's scalp numb, and the matter of Li Guanqi flashed through his mind.

"Speaking of which, it would be great if Daoist Wuding was still around. Give him a prescription. My poor grandson might survive."

Mo Chuan was startled when he heard that.

"Wu Ding Daoist? Does the old man know Wu Ding Daoist?"

"Ah, that's right!" He Tiaozi was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Speaking of which, Taoist Wuding lived in Laixian Town before, and his medical skills are very good, but it's a pity..."

"Really? What does Wuding Daoist look like?"

"Oh, it's been six or seven years, but I can't remember clearly, but the old man remembers that he had a mole on his forehead..."

Whoops!

Mo Chuan got up suddenly when he heard the words, with an incredulous look on his face.

"Xianchang!"

"Old man, Pindao suddenly remembered an urgent matter, so I will take my leave first."

"Okay, alright, Elder Xian, go slowly."

Mo Chuan nodded, turned around and walked away quickly. His steps seemed slow but fast, and he disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

He Tiaozi looked at the fairy elder whose back was only visible with his fingers, and there was no surprise in his eyes.

He got up and sat in Mo Chuan's position, looked at the few wontons left in the bowl, picked up a spoon, and started eating.

He ate very slowly, chewing every bite carefully, and he didn't swallow the last bite of wonton until dusk at sunset.

Then, taking advantage of the last ray of light, I cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, and then slowly walked towards the mountains. Following the faded memory, I found the grave of my parents, leaned on the grave, looked at the starry sky within reach, and took it out of my arms. Gululu drank a pot of poisonous wine.

He is not afraid of gossip, but he is afraid that his second son will lose his wife, and even more afraid that his grandson will become an orphan.