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

Thatched hut by the pond, outside the fenced yard.

Mo Chuan looked at Jianzhen Caolu complicatedly in his eyes, and while his thoughts were flowing, he stood with his hands folded, and said loudly:

"Poverty Dao Mingchen, meet true Taoist friends!"

"The door is unlocked, come in."

The voice of the true Taoist came from inside the hut.

Mo Chuan pushed open the firewood door tied with bamboo strips, walked through the bluestone path, and stepped over the threshold of the main hall. He saw that the hall was still there, and two butter lamps shimmered under the yellow crown hanging paintings.

Seeing the true Taoist sitting at the simple square table, and seeing Mo Chuan stepping in, he raised his hand with a smile and said: "Fellow Daoist, please take a seat. It's a two-day goodbye, fellow Daoist, you still have the same demeanor!"

Mo Chuan smiled and clasped his hands, and sat down opposite the Eight Immortals table: "Daoyou, lying high on the eastern mountain, resting on a stone to wash the stream, is more chic."

Seeing the true Taoist: "Haha, I don't know why you are here?"

Mo Chuan said: "Last time, I was fortunate enough to be cleared up by a fellow daoist, and then Pindao came to Xian Town to investigate again. As the fellow daoist said, there were corpses with erysipelas hidden in them. It was just that Pindao sent people to visit the surrounding villages and towns, but no one knew about it." Daoist Wuding, why is this?"

Seeing the true Taoist lift the teapot, he poured a bowl of coarse tea for Mo Chuan.

After listening, he smiled lightly and said: "There are many ways to cover up secrets in this world. It's not surprising that Wuding Taoist is not remembered in ten miles and eight villages."

Mo Chuan nodded with emotion: "It seems that Taoist Wuding knows that he has sinned deeply, so he hides his head and shows his tail!"

Seeing the true Taoist was in a trance when he heard the words, with complicated eyes.

"Speaking of which, Daoist Poverty came here to bid farewell to friends." Mo Chuan said.

"Oh, it seems that the wish of fellow Taoist has been fulfilled?" The Taoist who saw the truth was relieved when he heard the words, and asked.

"Yeah, I passed by unexpectedly last time, and I saw Laixian Town, with the gongs and drums blaring, and the fire parading through the streets, it was so lively. I didn't want to, when the rooster crowed, I was in a daze like smoke, and my heart was in a panic, so I sent someone to investigate. Now that my wish is over, I probably won’t come again in the future.”

Mo Chuan's face was full of regret.

"Fellow Daoist is very kind!"

"Fellow Daoist praised you absurdly. By the way, Fellow Daoist formed a hut here because of the ghosts. Now that the ghosts are gone, do you still want to continue cultivating in seclusion?" Mo Chuan waved his hands with a wry smile, and changed the subject.

"No, Pindao is also planning to leave, but after living for a long time, it is inevitable that he will feel nostalgic, so it has been lingering for a while." Jianzhen said humanely.

"For the sake of a ghost, I have been married for five years. My fellow Taoist has an extraordinary heart. I don't know which school or school he is a disciple of? If there is a celebration ceremony in the future, we may get together and discuss the Tao." Mo Chuan asked,

"It's just a wandering Taoist priest! If there is a destiny, we will meet."

Mo Chuan was silent when he heard the words, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked again:
"Speaking of which, fellow daoist, have you ever investigated Taoist Wuding?"

"I've checked. As the fellow Taoist said, no one in the ten miles and eight towns remembers it. Even those who seek pills are mostly hearsay, and there is nothing to check."

"That's it!"

Mo Chuan nodded, and suddenly asked: "According to fellow Taoist, did Taoist Wuding come to Xianzhen by accident, or... on purpose?"

Seeing the true Taoist lower his head, the mole on his forehead, like ghost pupils, is more dazzling.

"I don't know if I'm poor, I think it should be unintentional!"

"Why do you say that?"

"If it was done on purpose, why expose the place of hermitage? Rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests, do they?"

"It makes sense!" Mo Chuan nodded, and asked again: "Since there is a risk of erysipelas leaking, why are you still refining alchemy in the town?"

"Maybe it's because of my ego!"

Mo Chuan nodded: "Since it's conceited, why is the erysipelas trapped in the small area of ​​Laixian Town? It hasn't spread outside the town?"

"Fellow daoists don't know, but there are rumors that some divine pills contain the Dao, and when the pills are completed, the strange fragrance can pass through the heavens, spread thousands of miles, and bewitch demons. If they are not restrained by special methods, they will only bring disaster to the town."

"I see."

Mo Chuan was stunned: "In this case, Taoist Wuding is also kind, but he did bad things with good intentions... No, if it is bound by a formation, why is it not limited to the house, but uses the fairy town as the boundary?"

Seeing the true Taoist, he thought for a while and said: "The city wall is divided into inside and outside, this formation may be like this city wall!"

Mo Chuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Fellow Taoist is quite proficient in alchemy?"

Seeing the true Taoist, he said with a smile: "The poor Taoist has been investigating here for five years, but he has become a doctor after a long illness."

Mo Chuan nodded: "There is still one thing that I don't understand. The population of Xianzhen Town is more than ten thousand. Since the erysipelas is restrained by the formation, why are there only a hundred or so of the more than ten thousand poisonous corpses left?"

"Perhaps it was eaten up by wild beasts and ants!"

"is it?"

Mo Chuan nodded, frowning secretly, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and said after a while: "Speaking of which, why did you choose to live in Laixian Town, Fellow Daoist?"

"Because this is the hometown of the poor!"

After the sound fell, Mo Chuan's expression moved slightly, and his pupils dilated.

Seeing the true Taoist raise his head, his expression was full of emotions: "Young and young leave home and the boss returns. Who would have thought that the hometown would become a ghost, and the world is impermanent!"

Mo Chuan shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist's love for the country doesn't seem to be fake. But the more this is the case, the more confused the poor Daoist is. Why did fellow Daoist poison the village?"

Seeing the astonished look on the face of the true Taoist: "What do you mean by this, fellow Taoist?"

Mo Chuan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and kept his gaze on Taoist Jianzhen.

"Wu Ding Daoist, what is bound by that formation is not Dan Xiang, but all the living beings in the town?"

Seeing that the true Taoist's expression became more and more absurd, he pointed at Mo Chuan and then at himself, tongue-tied, looking extremely absurd and unable to justify.

"Someone remembers you, Master Wuding. Even with the passage of time, there are still people who will never forget your ingenious medical skill of rejuvenation."

Mo Chuan said again, he didn't mention "forehead mole".

"Who?! Who is polluting people's innocence out of thin air?"

Seeing the annoyed look on the face of the true Taoist.

"Pimpedao has a skill, it's called Mengtou." Mo Chuan said again.

Mengtou, one of the ways of earth evil.

It is rumored that this technique shows that things happen in the bud, and it is a technique of prophecy and revelation, which is very mysterious.

Seeing the true Taoist was shocked when he heard the words, with complicated expressions on his face, he shook his head and sighed for a long time: "Disturbing the bottom line of my life, Jinghu returns to the old Huangguan. The matter has come to nothing, fellow Taoists are struggling to find the truth, what are you looking for? "

Mo Chuan picked up his teacup and took a breath.

The breath is like smoke, formless and qualityless, quietly lingering around the body of Shangjian Zhendao.

——This is [spraying].

"Pindao once enjoyed the incense in Xianzhen for ten years. If this favor is not returned, he feels uncomfortable."

People who have seen the true way are not surprised when they heard the words: "When the poor Taoist was young, he was like you. He hated evil like an enemy. He was able to travel all over Kyushu to find medicine for his grandmother whom he had never met. It was only when he was old and frail that he realized that Dao Dao was so powerful. False, benevolence and righteousness are too false, the so-called inheritance is nothing but helpless words, only longevity... is the only way."

Hearing the words, Mo Chuan suddenly released the Yangshen, and the Yangshen swelled when he saw the wind, and while it was swelling, he stretched out his hand to catch the true Taoist without stopping.

Just at the right time, his Yangshen was as high as Zhang Xu, and he was about to break through the thatched hut, and his palms also grabbed the body of Jianzhen Taoist.

Seeing that the true Taoists do not dodge or evade, they sang the opera in a foolish way:
"On a moonlit night, the ghost screams and curses, covered with crimson veils, the blood feud is hard to stop, the past can be re-examined, and the grievances of Quantai will not be resolved."

After the sound, his eyes revealed a sarcasm:

"However, the sky is selfless, and the earth is selfless! Good and evil are rewarded, after all, they are nothing but deceptive words. This technique is given to fellow Taoists. After a hundred years, let's look at the present."

As soon as the sound fell, the painting hung by the patriarch spontaneously ignited without wind, but the two butter lamps suddenly went out.

Just at the right moment, Mo Chuan's giant palm also suddenly flew into the air, and grabbed it like dust, only a jade wat fell into his palm.

"Boom!"

Unable to hold back his huge strength, he shattered the Eight Immortals table with his palm. For a moment, sawdust splashed everywhere and dust filled the air.

"Illusion?"

Mo Chuan Yangshen looked around, in the eyes of ghosts, the thatched hut was as quiet as empty, and there was no real Taoist figure in sight.

He didn't dare to be careless, worried that this was a fraudulent act, so he quickly put away his body and patrolled around with Yangshen.

I don't know how long it took, but I have to admit that the people who have seen the truth have already fled.

In other words, the person who saw the truth he met at the beginning was a fake.

"Is this expected?"

Mo Chuan's face darkened. He didn't expect that a true Taoist would be so slippery that he would slip away without even hitting him. Isn't that too rough?