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

Chapter 118
"Girl, I have followed what you said, why haven't I seen more food for several nights in a row!"

"That's right, Mrs. Chen, did you miss some details?"

"Oh, it's already the 26th. Lizheng has come to urge you several times. If you don't pay the food, you will be sent to jail!"

In the fenced courtyard of the Chen family in Shanqi Village, there were many villagers standing there, all of them anxious and fidgeting, and kept urging the Chen family and his wife.

Some even squatted by the fence, wiping tears secretly.

In the past few days, according to what the Chen family said, they began to worship their ancestors and pray for blessings.

However, after one night, there was no change in the granary.

They wondered, is the process wrong?

Simply follow the process described by the Chen family, and implement it step by step, but the result is still nothing.

In the end, it was the old bear in the village who slapped his thigh and said bluntly, did the ancestors of the Chen family have this ability?
Good guy, everyone just came to their senses, and hastened to offer sacrifices to the ancestors of the Chen family.

Unexpectedly, even so, it was still a waste of time.

At this point, Shanqi Village panicked.

Because time is running out.

According to official rules, the autumn tax is collected from the beginning of November and ends at the end of the month, which lasts for 30 days.

Under the award-winning mechanism of "those who make the people complain, they will get half of it", the people dare not hide the truth.

Now it's the 26th, excluding the time when Lizheng went to the city to collect food, they only have two days left at most, and they really can't afford it.

It's too late to sell houses, land, wives and children.

"If you ask me, there is no such thing as the blessing of the ancestors at all. This is the old Chen family's lying. This is using the ancestors to block arrows!"

Suddenly, there was a desperate voice from the courtyard.

The sound fell, and the courtyard was dead silent.

Everyone looked at each other, and many subconsciously looked at the Chen family couple.

"Who lied! Who lied!? My family has always been in the village, and I have never been out of the village. Someday no one will see me, how can I lie to you?"

Lao Chen became anxious and yelled quickly.

The matter has come to this point, and he has no way out.

Deny it now, don't even think about messing around in the village in the future, and may not even survive tonight.

He has never studied, and he has never heard of "not worrying about inequity, but worrying about inequality", but not studying does not mean that he is stupid.

"Then why is it that your family is successful, and ours are not successful?"

The third uncle of the girl scolded angrily.

"Who knows, maybe our ancestors only bless our family!"

Old Chen couldn't help but refute.

"Damn! Old Chen, don't play tricks with me. Your great-grandfather is also my great-grandfather. When it comes to ancestors, our village is an ancestor!"

The third uncle of the girl retorted, and her words won the nod of approval from the whole audience.

"That's right, after all, everyone is an ancestor."

"Little Sanzi is right."

Seeing this, Lao Chen's face darkened, and he muttered, "Maybe it's my grandpa, or even my father who is blessing me!"

"Your father? Hmph, your father is a mud-legged..."

"enough!"

An angry reprimand interrupted the girl's third uncle's words of dementia, and everyone followed the sound, but it was Chen Jiaofu, the old man in the village!
Chen Jiao, who was as thin as a stick, became angry, and suddenly panted like a cow. The villagers were so frightened that they quickly stroked their backs, fearing that the old man would not be able to catch his breath, and went down.

"Huchi...huchi...that's it!"

Chen Jiao leaned on his crutches, panted for a while, then waved his hands, looked around the courtyard and said, "The autumn tax is coming soon. This year, there was a drought and then a flood, and every family has a poor harvest. Now they don't work together to shut this down, making a lot of noise. What are you doing? Huh?"

The third uncle, the girl, lowered her head and said nothing.

Chen Jiaofu looked at the girl's father again, suddenly dropped his crutches, and knelt down with a "plop".

"Hey, old man, old man..."

"Don't, don't!"

Seeing this, the nearby villagers were terrified and rushed over to help.

Lao Chen was so anxious that he jumped aside suddenly, avoiding kneeling, and the scene was in chaos for a while.

However, no matter how everyone struggled, Chen Jiao helped him sink like a rock, knelt on the ground, and said in tears: "Chen Er, it's not the old man who forced you, it's really helpless, it's because your father called me a son-of-a-bitch Come on, tell everyone the way?"

With a hoarse voice, the villagers in the courtyard felt sorry for each other.

Old Chen was distraught, and with a thump, he also knelt down: "Uncle, it is really the blessing of the ancestors. My daughter-in-law burned incense to worship the ancestors that night. I was so mean and scolded my daughter-in-law. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."

Everyone was stunned, and no one expected that there were such details in it.

"Ah, could it be... Could it be the ancestors from the wife's side?"

"Ah, there is another saying?"

An exclamation made the villagers look at each other in blank dismay.

……

……

The job Mo Chuan arranged for Ya San'er was actually a fireman.

Fei Niu'er is extremely tough, and it takes time and effort to cook it with ordinary fire.

He can cook well, but he is blessed by the method of copying, but in the long run, it is a waste of energy.

Especially now that he needs to cook the air of vegetation, he is already a bit out of control.

Handing over this matter to Ya San'er just happened to liberate him.

The only disadvantage of this method is the waste of firewood.

'Well, no, burning firewood in Xianjiadongfu is somewhat indecent. '

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Chuan thought that there were some special spiritual woods in the warehouse, which could be used for cooking after burning for several months.

However, cooking ingredients in this way is somewhat wasteful.

If you have a chance, let's collect fire control methods in the wilderness of thousands of miles.

He is now in charge of the technique of boiling stones, and it shouldn't be difficult to think about it in exchange for pills.

Even if you can't collect it for a while, there will always be spirit wood.

It is worth mentioning that Mo Chuan tried to cook beef ear with the method of boiling stone.

Essence and blood, vital energy, bone marrow, etc. can be obtained.

It seems to be feasible, but what Mo Chuan is looking for is only Yuan Qi, and extracting it by boiling stones will consume a lot of energy, so he has to give up!

……

Not to mention Ya San'er's dumbfounded after seeing Fei Niu'er and Ling Muchai, after Mo Chuan's arrangements were made, he immediately went to make alchemy.

He planned to refine a few batches of elixir, this thing can be called a hard currency, whether it is a transaction or a reward, it is extremely convenient and can be obtained.

By the way, some Fuluan temples are bestowed as a means of manifesting holiness.

Coincidentally, the two elixirs given by Fengming Cave God are both auxiliary elixirs, one for detoxification, and the other for lightening the body and prolonging life.

Yu Yao has limited benefits, but for mortals, it can be called a panacea.

Just imagine, if you dissolve this elixir in a vat, and the pilgrims come in and enjoy the incense, they can ask for a bowl of tea, drink it, and relieve the pain, so why worry about the incense not being strong?

As for where the elixir comes from?

simple.

——Hanging pills for materials.

Mo Chuan had already made up his mind. As the Wanchao Cave God, he issued the task of purchasing elixir, and he took the elixir as a reward.

The little demon in the wilderness of thousands of miles has no shortage of time and energy, so there must be an endless stream of people with such connections.

Now he only needs to refine a few furnaces of pills to start this entrepreneurial plan.

Just do what you say, with previous experience in alchemy, he produced two furnaces of elixir in just one morning.

The gap is so large, because the first alchemy, the alchemy formula is often obscure, and it is necessary to use exhaustive trial and error, which is delayed.

Now that the correct recipe is known, the speed is naturally extremely fast.

It can be predicted that with the improvement of his Taoism and proficiency in techniques, the speed of alchemy will only become faster and faster.

Let's say that the two furnaces of pills were completed, Mo Chuan immediately called Xiaoqing, the bird demon, and ordered him to hang up the pills and ask for materials.

Seeing this, Xiaoqing's heart was moved: "If the immortal head lacks elixir materials, Xiaoqing will tell Empress Chizhi that she will provide all kinds of elixir materials, so why waste this divine elixir in the wilderness?"

Mo Chuan said with a smile: "The way of alchemy seems to be that talent is the most important thing, but in fact, diligence is the first priority. There are so many magical skills, but you only need to be familiar with it!"

"The two elixirs presented by the empress, the elixirs are common, the refining is complicated, but the uses are quite extensive. They are the best elixirs for practicing hands, so why do you say that you are violent?"

Xiaoqing was stunned.

He wanted to take all the Mingchen pills on behalf of the empress, and he had to give up while his thoughts flickered.

According to Mo Chuan, it is obviously a long-term task to ask for talent.

No matter how much the red pheasant empress has in reserve, it will eventually be exhausted.

Of course, the empress can secretly collect pills, but wouldn't this become a second-hand dealer?
If Immortal Elder Mingchen knew, he would be very displeased.

For the sake of petty profits, Xiao Qing would never dare to offend such an alchemist.

"Xiaoqing's shallow eyelids made the fairy laugh." Xiaoqing apologized.

"No problem." Mo Chuan waved his hand.

Xiaoqing then said goodbye and left.

She could already imagine how surprised and lively Wanli Jinghuang would be as the news spread.

It should be known that evil spirits are born with nature, good fortune is poor, fate is shallow, and cannibalism of the same kind can be found everywhere. It is not easy to practice!

To get a pill, at a critical moment, is a life.

How can it not be crazy?
……

"It's really weird. The method of boiling stones is so against the heavens. I can think of the method of nourishing elixir with pills. Seeing the true Taoist has no ideals. Why is the real Taoist forced to kill and boil his life in the end?"

Get a glimpse of the whole leopard.

After watching Xiaoqing leave, Mo Chuan felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Could it be that it's too late to obtain the method of boiling stones, and the lifespan is running out?"

"Or are you obsessed with alchemy and enjoyment, and missed your practice?"

"Or...the road is far more dangerous than I imagined?"

Just at this moment, a stick of incense curled up, and before Mo Chuan could take a closer look, the incense billowed, roaring like a dragon, and rushed toward us!

What the hell!

With a curse in his heart, Mo Chuan pushed away the smoke in astonishment, and as far as he could see, his face was full of astonishment, and his brows were furrowed.

I saw that a few days ago, the small courtyard of the farmhouse where he picked incense at random had become a deserted shrine.

At dusk, a crowd of villagers knelt down and prayed under the leadership of the old woman.

The long table is full of tributes.

If you take a closer look, although they are all worthless things, they are also dazzling and full of sincerity.

"My ancestors, I beg you to save Shanqi Village! This year, the village is in a bad year. There are droughts and floods. Every family has a poor harvest. The autumn tax is coming again. Everyone has no food left. There are two days of autumn tax. If the period expires, if you don’t pay the grain, I’m afraid you’ll have to sell the house and land…”

"Ancestors, if Shanqi Village can overcome this difficulty, we will build a shrine and a niche for you..."

Old Chen's daughter-in-law knelt under the altar, speaking half-dialect and half-literate rhetoric, obviously taught by someone, but she didn't learn it completely, and she looked nondescript.

However, Mo Chuan understood the meaning of the expression.

Just because I understood, my scalp was numb.

Bad thing.

Today, Mo Chuan, who is no longer Amon under Wu, has already realized that this incense stick may not be able to keep.

In other words, why did he use the mouth of the bull demon to give money as compensation for the loss of cattle in Heyuan Village?

It is because we do not suffer from few but suffer from inequality.

He can manifest the spirit, but he must not give away property directly.

Otherwise, other people will follow suit after listening to it. Should he give it away or not?
Send, fall into a vicious circle.

If you don't give it away, you are afraid that your faith will collapse.

The best incense is similar to the incense in "Zhang Zhu Chops the Plum Tree" that he told monk Guangyin of Dayuan Temple under the willow tree in Wabei Village.

——It seems to work, but it seems not to work.

Saying that it doesn't work, some people do get what they want.

It is said to be spiritual, but not everyone gets what they want.

This kind of incense is best maintained and lasted for a long time when people follow what others say.

Therefore, in order to win the incense of the old Chen family, Mo Chuan did not directly donate silver, but used the method of size and size to permanently increase the size of the rice to increase the amount.

It is expected that only Lao Chen knows about this kind of thing, even if he tells it to outsiders, he is afraid that he will be dubious.

Unexpectedly, why did it suddenly become such a big deal?

After hearing the words "the year is so bad", "drought before and flooded after", "autumn tax" and other words, Mo Chuan was in a daze, and vaguely guessed the truth.

The case of the Chen family is probably not an isolated case.

Taking a closer look, the worshipers all looked disheveled, and many of them looked haggard and pale.

"Hey!"

Mo Chuan shook his head and sighed, brushing away the incense in front of his eyes.

——This incense, don't mind.

As a result, the population involved is too large and the mana is limited, so it is impossible to permanently increase the food of all families.

Second, if you get what you want this time, you will ask again next time, how should you deal with it?
Didn't Yunzhi become a wishing machine?

If it is not allowed, a great kindness is like hatred, and the villagers will inevitably destroy their temples and halls, so why bother? !
……

……

Sip the wine in front of the gods, and the wind will disperse the paper money and ashes.

After some prayers, each household took back the tribute squeezed out from between their teeth, and went home with a worried look on their faces.

Only ignorant toddlers happily follow behind their parents, rejoicing that they can have a sumptuous meal tonight.

In fact, young children did eat it.

In the slightly worried and ashamed eyes of the parents.

This may be the last meal they eat at home, or it may be a fattening meal before winter.

into the night.

The village is like a tomb, without lights.

After watching the excitement and having a big meal, the young boy was already so tired that he fell into a deep sleep.

Only adults tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

"My son's father, if he doesn't show up tomorrow... shall we sell the land?"

"Sell the land! Are you crazy? The cubs are gone, and they can regenerate. The land is gone, what do we eat?"

"But, I can't bear to..."

"What can't bear it, the dog is barking away from the cub for three days, and it will be fine in three days."

The suppressed voice of discussion echoed in the darkness, making people shudder.

Then, there was a cry of a baby, as weak as a bird, and only in this silent night could it be heard clearly.

"The grown-ups are all as skinny as a stick, how can they milk and live a child, it's better to take advantage of the energy..."

Before the emotion came to an end, it stopped abruptly, as if thinking of something.

It's always easy to talk about others, but when it's your turn, you'll know what it's like.

The baby's crying gradually subsided.

It's just that the village is hearing everything, and there are some movements that seem to be there.

People in Shanqi Village whimpered, and ghosts chanted in the Qingfeng Forest.

The cries of hope are gone, is there any hope for this village?
The cloud is cloudy, and the sun is cloudy.

The unbearable cold night finally ushered in the dawn.

The village gradually woke up.

That is the woman who gets up early, that is the man who tosses and turns, that is the ignorant child.

After a while, a scream spread throughout the village.

Then one after another, crying and laughing, the noise is like a festival.

The village came alive.

(End of this chapter)