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

Chapter 12

The old Taoist has run out of fuel and his lamp is dry, and his life is not long!
——This is Mo Chuan's first feeling after occupying the old Taoist body.

He couldn't feel the slightest bit of energy in this skin.

That depleted body not only failed to nourish the soul, but was even devouring his essence, like a dry riverbed, unable to retain any rain from the sky.

Only flooding with flood water can restore some moisture.

Even though Mo Chuan could enjoy several incense sticks, he still couldn't do anything to nourish his dying body.

Fortunately, the way of incense is like snow-capped mountains and sweet springs, and it is better than long-flowing water, everything can be expected.

"It can last for a few more days, let's take a look at it for the time being!"

Mo Chuan thought in his heart.

It was also luck.

Realizing that he was wearing it, he was thinking about how to reshape his body, but unexpectedly, he bumped into a shell today.

It can be regarded as a rehearsal in advance.

Speaking of which, this dying body is actually quite good.

If the blood energy is too strong, it is easy to damage the soul and body.

If it is a sick body, it is attached to the body, and if it hurts the soul, it will hurt the peace of heaven after all.

"Boom—"

After the lightning, there was thunder outside the house, and heavy rain poured down.

"Is anyone there? I'm passing by here, and it's raining suddenly, can I use the precious land to take shelter from the rain?"

Just at this time, there was a voice of inquiry from outside the house.

Mo Chuan was about to reply, "Kang Dang!" There was a rude knock on the door.

In the influx of water vapor, someone has already broken in.

Mo Chuan looked with his eyes, probably because of the backlight, and because of Yanzhen's old eyesight, the visitor couldn't see clearly at all.

"This is a deserted temple, Brother Pan, come in, come in!"

"How can there be a door in a deserted temple?" Brother Pan hesitated.

"Come in and talk! Look at you, you're going to be drenched in water."

While speaking, there was a rush of footsteps.

Counting carefully, there are a total of six figures, four men and two women, who packed the hut tightly.

"It's really a temple! Who is this statue?"

"Hush, don't talk about ghosts and gods."

"Hey, there's still incense!"

"There's someone there!"

After everyone came in, they chattered a lot, and after looking around, they finally found Mo Chuan lying on the straw couch.

"I'm Pan Xingsi, a scholar from Qingshui County. I'm visiting Huayin Mountain with my friends today. I don't want the mountain rain to come in a hurry. I was in a hurry to avoid the rain and broke in by mistake. Please forgive me, Taoist priest!"

One of them approached and cupped his hands, and the voice he heard was the voice of asking for instructions outside the door at first.

Mo Chuan rolled his throat, waved his hands and said:
"Small huts, everyone is welcome, if the poor is in poor health, I won't entertain you."

Pan Xingsi cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Daoist, for your understanding!"

During the conversation between the two, the rest of the people had already slapped their bodies with rainwater.

There were also a few people ordering the servants to light a fire to dry the clothes.

Mo Chuan lay on the grass couch, looked at it for a long time with hazy vision, and finally saw something.

Among the four men and two women, two were servants.

The remaining two men are respected as "Young Master Qiao", and the two women are also distant relatives of the Qiao family.

Pan Xingsi, who has always been polite, probably got the qualification to walk with him because of his reputation as a scholar.

"Daoist, please use tea!"

Not long after, Pan Xingsi brought a cup of tea, which was new tea made by Mr. Qiao's servants.

Originally, I planned to drink tea and recite poems arty when traveling in mountains and rivers.

It's all right now, I can only cook to dispel the cold.

"You're welcome."

Mo Chuan sat up and took it generously.

His current body needs to replenish energy, whether it is food or tea.

"I think the history of Guiguan should be quite long, but the Taoist priest is here to practice in seclusion?"

"The barren hills are just begging for work!"

"It turned out that he was hiding from the imperial court's taxes and corvees!"

This was said by Mr. Qiao not far away, obviously he has been listening with his ears open.

"Since you are avoiding taxes and corvees, why do you build a statue of a god?" The female family next to her looked puzzled.

"Taoist priests are exempt from taxes, so they can't build a statue to look like it? Look at this statue, it's built in a strange shape. How can it look like a god?"

Mr. Qiao pointed at the statue with a proud face, boasting that he sees through old ways and small thoughts.

Mo Chuan glanced at the clay statue in the main hall of the hut, and thought to himself, there are really people with foul mouths everywhere.

"Mr. Qiao's words are wrong! The imperial court is so powerful that it has no plans to spare. How could it tolerate this situation? As far as I know, only those who hold the certificate issued by the imperial court can be regarded as orthodox Taoist disciples. Daoist, what I said is true. Right?" Pershing thought.

"Not too bad." Mo Chuan replied.

"Dare to ask if the boss has a degree?" Mr. Qiao stood up.

Mo Chuan was startled, and finally came back to his senses, sighing in his heart, he underestimated the wisdom of the ancients.

Feelings are a red face and a bad face, how about testing his identity?
That's right, in the barren mountains, who dares to live alone?
"whee……"

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter outside the hut, the voice was as sharp as a fox, and it was creepy.

"A scholar's mind is filthy. It's nothing more than being ungrateful for borrowing his thatched hut to shelter from the rain, but he doubted his master with resentment in return? It's extremely dirty! Still don't do it?"

The laughter fell, and the urging sound that made people think carefully and frightened came.

In an instant, the room was dead silent.

Pan Xingsi and Mr. Qiao looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces full of horror.

After the county magistrate of Qingshui toppled their heads and died, they were sent to a rural farm by their elders to avoid disasters.

Today, I also got up on the spur of the moment, thinking about finding a wonderful place on the edge of the barren mountain, and reciting poems.

Unexpectedly, within a few steps, I lost my way.

All the way around here.

Don't want to, the mountain rain is coming urgently, and there is a thatched hut in front of them, how can they not mutter?
Unexpectedly, what are you really afraid of?
Mo Chuan was also full of astonishment when he heard this.

What's happening here?
Could it be that this old man colluded with spirits and monsters in the barren mountains to do that business without money?

"Hee hee hee... It's really a two-legged sheep with thin skin and tender meat, old miscellaneous hair, if you don't enjoy it, I will eat it."

Amidst everyone's surprise and uncertainty, layers of treacherous laughter suddenly resounded in the hut!
Pan Xingsi and the others were frightened and gathered together, and the two female relatives turned pale, shouting:
"Go, go, go!"

While exclaiming, there was already a female family member who fled out in a panic.

"Don't go, if the thief guards the door, wouldn't we be in a trap?" Pan Xingsi hurriedly stopped.

But it was too late.

The female relative had just rushed out of the hut, and suddenly let out a scream.

The heavy rain was like a curtain, covering the scene of the murder, leaving only the creepy creaking and chewing sound.

"Well--"

Only the female relatives were left, covering their mouths in horror.

"This—", "Josh!"

Pan Xingsi and Mr. Qiao were even more shocked, and they were no longer as graceful as before.

Mo Chuan's heart also sank.

There is a chewing sound, which means that it is not a ghost, but a ghost cannibalism. This is not a good thing for him.

Fuluan old Taoist said that spirits are stronger than ghosts in the same way.

There is no other reason, the spirit is that all things in the world become spirits and monsters, and they are born with a body. When they gather, they form a shape, and when they disperse, they become aura.

After death, you can also switch to the ghost way.

When ghosts hurt people, most of them disturb people's minds and possess their bodies.

This trick is not easy to use against spirits and monsters, unless the Taoist Jiazi can condense the body.

In other words, Mo Chuan's strongest method - the headless ghost, might not be able to deal with this cannibal monster.

"Hee hee... The taste of this tender meat is really good! Old miscellaneous hair, if you don't do it again, don't blame me for not letting you in afterwards!"

There was laughter again from outside the door.

Frightened, the faces of the few people in the house turned pale, and they all curled up to the west side of the hut, away from Mo Chuan.

(End of this chapter)