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

Chapter 121 Jiazi Bottleneck
Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind, rain, or sunshine when I return.

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After the incident in Shanqi, Mo Chuan left quietly and returned to the wilderness of thousands of miles. He used Taixuan to enter the dream method, and devoted himself to enlightenment and cultivation.

When it comes to the twelfth lunar month, the temperature turns sharply down, and it is thousands of miles of wilderness, and it is also the desolation of autumn that makes people feel a little bit sad.

At the end of the year, Mo Chuan's incense is flourishing.

It turned out that the old people in the mountain couldn't bear the cold, and they passed away one after another, and their souls returned to Daoshan.
Under the whistling banners, white scarves in filial piety, straw sandals and bamboo hats, torches in rattan baskets...they come and go endlessly.

Sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, Mo Chuan watched the sufferings of the world and cultivated the Dao of Longevity, feeling neither sad nor happy.

At midnight on this day, an incense stick curled up.

That familiar breath made him ponder for a long time, but he couldn't help but look away from the incense.

Under the moonlight, in Shanqi Village, the old couple of the Chen family knelt in the main room and worshiped, whispering their prayers.

In the side room, the siblings and two children are sleeping soundly.

The grain of the other families in Shanqi Village is temporarily enlarged, but the grain of the Chen family is permanently solidified. Others may have believed the government's propaganda, but the old Chen family did not believe it after all.

'It's a bit of a conscience. '

Mo Chuan chuckled, and was about to look away, but two more incense sticks came faintly.

It is still the familiar Shanqi Village.

Mo Chuan looked again, and saw that it was the head of Shanqi Household——Chen Jiaofu, kneeling in the darkness of the side room, thinking about it.

"The little old man offered incense to the fairy family. I hope the fairy family can't be blamed. The government has been keeping a close eye on it. It has only been slack in the past few days. Shanqi Village can survive this disaster, thanks to the magic of the fairy family. The little old man is powerless to give The immortal family built a stele and built a shrine, asking for the understanding of the immortal family. From now on, when the little old man is around, there will be an incense stick from the immortal family. I don’t ask for the protection of the immortal family, but only ask the immortal family not to blame the villagers of Shanqi..."

In addition to Chen Jiaofu, there was also an old couple who Mo Chuan hadn't noticed, who also secretly used an incense stick.

The difference is that they brought in the ignorant child, kowtowed to the child's head, and said that the ancestors would bless them, but the incense went straight to Mo Chuan's seat.

"There are more than a hundred households in Shanqi Village, although only three households offer incense, but... it's worth it!"

Mo Chuan laughed, the depression in his heart was swept away, and his mood suddenly became brighter.

It even diluted a piece of bad news reported by Monk Deng Cao.

——But the air of vegetation cannot ripen the fruit of the eagle hitting the cliff.

——In other words, the Eagle Attack Yashan fruit is purely catalyzed by the gas of the earth veins, so it can be ripened once a year, and one fruit can add two years of Taoism.Without the energy of the earth's veins, the mountain fruit will disappear.

Forget it, without the Eagle Attack Yashan Fruit, he still has other herbs, which can be cultivated for a year or so with patience, which is enough to make a century-old medicinal material.

In mid-December, Mo Chuan finally piled his cultivation up to Jiazi, and then... stopped at Jiazi.

No matter how much he swallowed the essence of the sun, moon, and chen, and even the essence of incense and fire, he still couldn't make any progress in his cultivation, as if he had encountered a legendary bottleneck.

"It's no wonder that Huang Buyu is close to Jiazi's cultivation base, but he wants to ask for the Chen family of Qukou. It turns out that Jiazi is a threshold! Come to think of it, Huang Buyu is trying to use external force to break through this threshold."

At this point in the cultivation base, there are many incomprehensible points on the way of cultivation, which are suddenly cleared up.

So far, the disadvantages of being without sects have also been highlighted.

If there is a sect, there is a master to give a point or two, not to mention whether it is useful, at least there is a direction to work hard.

It won't be so dark that the eyes don't know what to say.

In desperation, Mo Chuan listened to Yun Jiguan's lectures for several days, but he never mentioned the Jiazi bottleneck.

That's right, don't look at him, he has come into contact with many big monsters above Jiazi in the past six months.

Even the millennium boss has met four of them.

In a trance, there is an illusion that "Jiazi walks everywhere, and thousands of years are like dogs".

In fact, these thousand-year-old monsters are a pattern that has not changed for hundreds of years.As for Jiazi's cultivation base, it is also very rare.

Otherwise, Huang Buyu won Mo Chuan's prophecy and turned into a human form, how could he be so excited?
"If it doesn't work, just bury yourself."

Mo Chuan, who was at a loss for what to do, had a whim in his mind.

The thousand-year-old Flying Zombie of Tuoyun Mountain once said:

"Take an acupoint of the earth veins, bury it in again, and continue the energy of the earth veins. Thousands of years later, the supernatural powers will be born on their own!"

Based on his current situation, re-encapsulating the acupoint of the earth veins, and borrowing the energy of the earth veins, it is possible to break through the bottleneck of Jiazi.

"Want to try?"

While his heart was moving at will, Mo Chuan was about to respond to the incense of Shoushan Mountain and use the half-section of Shoushan Mountain to break through Jiazi's cultivation. Unexpectedly, a beautiful figure came slowly from the quiet path in the mountains.

When the figure saw the Wanchao Cave, he raised his head in a heartbeat, and under the cover of autumn leaves, where the incense was lingering, Taoist shadow crossed his legs, as quiet as a rock.

Wei Li smiled, looking through his full autumn water, frowning his indifferent spring mountains.

Finally see you today.

She raised her new Xiu Yuan Qi, stepped on vines and raised stones, like a martial arts master, flying over the eaves and walls.

Goodbye to Wei Li, Mo Chuan raised his eyebrows.

Compared with the memory of Wei Li, or the silver crown red dress, or the pleated skirt, Wei Li's dress is quite simple today.

Wearing a sackcloth deer boots, the sleeves and hem of the clothes are obviously worn, like an ordinary village girl.

However, the cloud temples are piled up with crows, the eyebrows are painted black, and the pink cheeks are glowing, just like the immortal Heng'e who descended into the homes of ordinary people.

The simple clothes do not hide the charming temperament.

"Friends of Taoism, we meet again after a long absence, I miss you very much, we can see you today, and you have already stepped into the Taoist gate, congratulations."

Mo Chuan got up and cupped his hands with a smile.

The sentence "I miss you very much" made Wei Li's eyebrows brighten.

"The last time we said goodbye, the little girl thought it was a rare goodbye. I don't want to, the master's mountain gate is in the mountain, and I always wanted to come to pay a visit, but the master watched closely and was never free. Now that I am starting to practice, the master has only allowed two days off. "

Wei Li's eyes are like a crescent moon, telling about the recent situation and explaining why he hasn't come for so long.

"Strict teachers produce high-quality apprentices. It seems that fellow Taoists must meet good teachers."

"Well, the master treats me like his own life, and he never tires of teaching scriptures and preaching. It's just that I'm stupid, so the master has suffered a lot."

Wei Li chatted a few words about the recent situation, and the topic couldn't wait to shift to Mo Chuan: "Fellow Daoist, have you been practicing in the mountains all this time?"

"Well, I've been practicing alchemy in the mountains recently."

Speaking of this, Mo Chuan patted his forehead and said: "Look at my brain, seeing old people, looking after old friends, but forgetting etiquette."

As he spoke, he flipped his hands, took out two porcelain bottles, and handed them over.

"Fellow Daoist first entered the Taoist sect, and I gave these two bottles of new alchemy medicine to you as a congratulatory gift. I hope you don't want to dislike it."

"Fellow Daoist!"

Wei Li said politely, but couldn't wait to take the elixir, looking at it fondly, the little deer jumped up and down.

It's not that he is happy with the pill.

Instead, he was stunned by the skin-to-skin contact between receiving and giving the elixir.

"Fellow Daoist... are you good at alchemy?"

"Forget it, if fellow Taoists want to refine some kind of elixir in the future, the poor Taoist priest may do it for him."

"Really? The little girl will thank fellow Taoist in advance."

"Haha, you're welcome."

On the top of Wanchao Mountain, the westerly wind was blowing, but when the wind entered the room between the two of them, it turned into a warm spring under the climb.

The two sat facing each other, sipping fragrant tea, chatting about the current situation, and sitting and talking about the Tao. A beautiful woman was happy with the company, and a concubine dared not speak out because of her feelings.

Before you know it, dusk has arrived.

Wei Li was reluctant to let go, so he got up to leave, not wanting to give the impression of being impolite.

Mo Chuan handed him off.

Watching him dressed in white, hiding in the mountains.

"There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, but the king does not know."

There was a sound of laughter and teasing.

Mo Chuan calmly turned his head and saw Fengming Cave God Chizhi appeared behind a boulder without knowing when.

"Could it be that Pindao has been hit by a peach blossom catastrophe recently? Why are petals left alone?" Mo Chuan seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"I hate the transvestite, I regret it for the rest of my life!" Chizhi replied, not sure if it was a real regret or a fake regret.

Mo Chuan couldn't please him, so he cut straight to the point: "I don't know what you mean here?"

The red pheasant looked serious, and said meaningfully: "New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, thousands of demons welcome the new year together, and fellow daoists enter the living room, so don't miss it."

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