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

Chapter 113
Lanshan Town, under the locust tree.

The smell of mutton soup noodles blows over.

Today, there were few diners at the stall, and most of them went to eat. There was only one Taoist in Tsing Yi, who ordered a bowl of mutton noodle soup and chewed it carefully.

"...The Daoist doesn't know, this He Tiaozi is really out of character. He was paralyzed. After moving to the second son's house, he didn't live there for two days. In the blink of an eye, the good guy, his face was flushed again, and he was alive again. That looks like a villager who still has a rosy complexion in a famine year, so he must have... eaten human flesh! People say that He Tiaozi is the descendant of Er'er's family who lived!"

The stall owner had no business, so he just sat on the horse, lowered his voice, and talked mysteriously, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"What else is there? What did He Tiaozi say?" Taoist Tsing Yi asked.

"He Tiaozi said he was rescued by an immortal. I'm sorry! The immortal saved him. He has a muddy leg. Why did the immortal save him? To eat his wild vegetable wontons? Besides, since there are immortals, what about the immortals?"

"In the end, he couldn't tell himself. His second daughter-in-law was crying and fussing when she saw this, and she was looking for death and life. She wanted to bring her son back to her mother's house. Thanks to his filial piety, otherwise, it would be too late to leave it to ordinary people. He was beaten to death. He Tiaozi probably knew he was wrong, so he went to find a hut outside the town by himself."

"In the end, I didn't stay for two days, and I went to my parents' grave to drink poisoned wine and died. Everyone said that it was He Tiaozi's parents who were afraid of dying, so they deliberately hooked him there in the middle of the night... and took him to the underworld!"

"Hey, Taoist priest, where are you going? Don't you want to eat noodles?"

While the stall owner was talking, he saw the Taoist in Tsing Yi drop the copper coin, got up and walked out of the town.

The Taoist didn't pay attention to his greeting, but just walked away in the setting sun, his back was bleak and his reflection was like a line.

"Old man, old man, why didn't you tell me?"

Mo Chuan murmured, his footsteps a little heavy.

When eating wontons that day, he didn't see anything wrong with He Tiaozi at all, his cheerful appearance made him really think he had met a strange person.

how...

Ugh!
He Tiaozi escaped years of famine, but he did not escape gossip after all.

Feeling sad, the townspeople who came back from the funeral came face to face, and they were in small groups, whispering, chatting and laughing happily.

Stripping away the strange and monstrous colors, the death of He Tiaozi was a joy and death after all, and there was nothing to be sad about.

It's just that He Tiaozi's second son, who was walking behind the crowd, drooped his head, remained silent, and looked haggard.

Seeing this scene, Mo Chuan stopped suddenly.

In his mind, he subconsciously recalled the voice he heard outside the courtyard that day, and suddenly understood He Tiaozi's choice.

Ugh!
Seeing the injustice angrily, the wild husband wears out the eternal knife in his heart.

go too?

Do not!
Mo Chuan thought for a while and walked up to the second son of the He family, cupped his hands and asked, "Dare to ask Mr. but He... the second son of the pick?"

——At this time, Mo Chuan realized that he never knew He Tiaozi's real name from the beginning to the end.

"Ah? Yes, it's me."

He Tiaozi and his two sons stopped in a daze.

The accompanying mourners also subconsciously stopped gossiping and looked over.

"Mr. He was very kind during his lifetime. A bowl of wontons solved the riddle, and the grievances of thousands of people were avenged! Pindao wanted to visit the door to thank him, but he didn't want to return to Daoshan. He heard the old man say that the second son is the most like him, and the blessings accumulated by He Tiaozi will be gone." Give it to you!"

As he spoke, Mo Chuan raised his right hand with the palm facing up, as if he was holding a heavy object.

In an instant, the world suddenly darkened.

No, it was the afterglow of the setting sun twisted into a strand and falling on the palm of Mo Chuan. This is the Taoism of the Three Scenes, Yu Yi summons the sun!
Holding the glow in his hands, Mo Chuan sucked his lips and spat out lightly.

【spray】

The sunlight fell on the second son of the He family, but in fact, the spraying technique repaired his body.

When the sun faded, the second son of the He family looked haggard, he looked ten years younger, his skin was still dark, but he was strong and strong.

"If you have a son, you can pass on the inheritance, and the coffin must be carefully wrapped up. If there is a destiny, I hope that under the locust tree in Lanshan, I can still taste the bowl of shepherd's purse and ground skin ravioli."

As the sound fell, Mo Chuan's figure shone brightly, then suddenly disappeared like smoke and dust, disappearing without a trace.

The world returned to its original state again, but the surroundings were completely silent.

Lanshan townspeople stared dumbfounded at the second son of the He family who was ten years younger. After some time passed, someone finally murmured in astonishment.

"So there really are immortals!"

"Could it be... isn't He Tiaozi living the life of his descendants?"

The next moment, the sound of hustle and bustle resounded through Arashiyama.

I don't know how many townspeople were shocked by the appearance of the fairy;
And I don't know how many townspeople feel ashamed while their hearts surge;
Maybe no one will admit that they are murderers, but they must admit that He Tiaozi has no living descendants.

——The food man was originally a mortal guest, but now he is a fairy in the painting. 【Note 1】

……

……

"Crack-"

Mo Chuan, who suddenly appeared in the living room, walked to the refrigerator, took out a can of Coke, opened it, and poured it all in one gulp.

As the carbon dioxide gushes out of his nose, he slightly brushes away his sense of loss.

He sat down on the sofa, picked up the mobile phone on the desk, turned on the screen, and put it down after making sure no one was looking for it.

Looking at the increasingly dark sky, he simply leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.

After waking up, Mo Chuan's spirit improved a lot. Yesterday's depression seemed like a big dream.

He immediately got up to take a shower, changed into modern clothes, picked up his mobile phone and went out.

Outside the door, there is a lot of traffic.

He reached out to hail a taxi and headed for the suburbs.

He especially remembered that there was a forest park in the southern suburbs of Xingnan City. It was said to be a park, but it was actually a wasteland enclosed and artificially transformed.

However, the place was sparsely populated, so it was suitable for him to do some experiments.

Mo Chuan got up early and hadn't caught up with the morning rush hour, so he left the city quickly, drove for half an hour, and arrived at the park.

The parking lot at the entrance of the park is empty, only three or five elderly people who get up early are exercising in the morning.

Mo Chuan paid the fare, entered the park, and went straight to the depths.

To the sparsely populated place, stopped.

"The technique of boiling stones is not only a technique of assistance, but also a technique of killing, and it is also a technique of analysis. Whether this world is the underworld or not, you can check the ingredients, and you will naturally know."

Mo Chuan murmured, his heart beating so nervously.

He checked the surroundings again, and after confirming that there was no one, let alone a camera, he suddenly activated the stone boiling technique.

In an instant, the vegetation under the feet withered rapidly, as if experiencing severe cold.

Mo Chuan raised his eyebrows:
……This is?
Just at this time, a piece of incense crossed the two worlds, curled up, and hit the front door.

Turning the incense burner away and looking around, I saw a skinny woman offering incense and praying with a miserable face, murmuring endlessly.

"My ancestors, my ancestors, I beg you to bless and protect your family, so that your family can survive this test..."

Before the sound of prayer fell, the man sitting next to him at the dilapidated table, who had kept his head silent all this time, had a nameless evil fire sprang up from his head.

He stood up with a "huh" and angrily said:
"Bye bye, please have a use! It's really useful, why don't you guarantee a good harvest this year, or you're still afraid of the autumn tax?"

"Tell me, every time during the New Year's festival, when there is incense, just the fine noodles, it is the tribute first, and then the doll's turn. As a result, the situation is not as good as the next year. This year, Xiazu almost paid all the grain. If you go up there, you can still dig wild vegetables this summer, and this winter..."

The man pointed at the sky and scolded the earth, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he said in a low voice for a while: "Sell the girl, there is no other way, the girl has gone to a rich family, maybe she can still have enough to eat!"

　[Note 1, the original sentence is: The fisherman was originally a mortal guest, but at this time he is already a fairy in the painting. 】

　　
　
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