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

Chapter 141 Another secret?

The sky was full of stars, and the night wind had no trace. Mo Chuan and Huitong Temple kept discussing until late at night.

After washing and having a fast meal, they went back to their rooms and went to rest.

At the time of the ugliness, Mo Chuan quietly borrowed an incense stick, and went to the cold pool of Pengtuo Peak in Shoushan Mountain again.

"Lord Mountain God!"

Xiaoyun Shanjun, who was lying on the bank of the pool for a rest, was startled by Mo Chuan's arrival, and hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Cuckoo..."

At the same time, on the cold pool, the water is rippling, and thousands of threads are wandering.

The red-clothed woman emerges faintly from the Tan, which was supposed to be a graceful scene of the hibiscus coming out of the clear water, but when she showed her bleeding facial features, all the ambiguity disappeared.

"Visit late at night, please forgive me for the offense." Mo Chuan cupped his hands.

Zhao Jincao's face changed drastically when he heard the words, and then pointed at Mo Chuan, stuttering and screaming.

Mo Chuan talked eloquently.

Mo Chuan nodded in return.

A mournful sigh came from outside the carriage.

"Sir, you are finally willing to come out. This concubine thought you wanted to be with the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha for the rest of your life."

Even if he changes his face, there is no guarantee that he will not be counted out.

"Sir, Mrs. Liu wants to kill me, but I'm actually not angry with her. I just blame you, why didn't you kill me? Why did you just watch me being tortured in that hell alive? Why?"

"Zhao Honglang, I have met Taoist You Chong." Zhao Jincao hurriedly approached and saluted with palms together.

"you are?"

—— Zhao Honglang, that is his common name.

But where did the immortal Buddha go?

"Here she comes...she comes..."

"Don't dare, Pindao came here today to repay his kindness. This son will be beaten and killed by you. After the cause and effect are over, please return his soul to Dao Mountain and his soul to the Five Sacred Mountains."

After a brief handover between the two parties, Mo Chuan led Zhao Jincao away from Huitong Temple.

"It is indeed convenient, but once Zhao Jincao disappears, I am afraid that Huitong Temple will search the world. If it is counted as a poor man, and then follow the clues to find the girl, it will not be beautiful after all."

"That's good, that's good!"

"Benefactor Zhao, this is Daoist You Chong." Abbot Huitong introduced.

Mo Chuan said: "Of course."

"Giggle..."

Mo Chuan shook his head and smiled, looking back, it was the abbot of Huitong Temple.

"Hey!"

Every bump and stop of the carriage made him extremely nervous.

"I can't get in anymore. Since the poor Taoist has entered the Taoist sect, how can he change his mind and shake his heart at will?"

"Ha ha……"

"Amitabha, do fellow Taoists have the intention of becoming a Buddha?"

The appearance of Shen Anfeng has already made him realize that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.

In the monastery, a middle-aged man with gray temples, haggard appearance and dark circles around his eyes was waiting quietly, accompanied by two monks, wearing a girdle.

When Mo Chuan pushed open the Zen door, he trembled all over, with complex expressions in his eyes.

In Zhao Jincao's astonishment, his figure flashed, and he had already appeared in the carriage, stretching out his arms with blue marks, like a coquettish girl, wrapping around his lover's neck.

It's just that this move is easy to scare the snake and expose itself more easily.

The whole Zen temple seems to echo in the empty Buddha nature.

"It seems to be the case, why, this is to catch up with the old love and beat the mandarin ducks with a stick?" The woman in red asked sarcastically, her voice was cold and frightening.

Then he and Huitong Temple's plan was revealed in detail.

"Boom... boom..."

Zhao Jincao nodded again and again, seeing that Mo Chuan was quite kind, he quickly took the opportunity to ask, "Daoist You Chong, is this trip safe?"

Mo Chuan shook his head, too lazy to say anything, and changed the subject: "Did your temple explain it to Zhao Jincao?"

In this world, you can become a fairy or a Buddha.

……

With his ability to refine gods and control qi, it is naturally easy to escape into the void, get close to Zhao Jincao, and plunder into the sacrificial furnace.

When the cry came, Zhao Jincao subconsciously wanted to grab Mo Chuan's sleeve, but there was always an invisible wind field that isolated him.

Mo Chuan nodded, gave some instructions in a low voice, and then left quietly.

Mo Chuan stepped aside to reveal Zhao Jincao in the carriage behind him.

Until dusk, a gust of wind blew, and the curtains of the car were blown left and right, and Zhao Jincao, who was exhausted, was blown to stand up.

That being the case, it's better to go along with the flow and act in a scene, to end the cause and effect.

Mo Chuan nodded and left with Abbot Huitong.

Mo Chuan got out of the carriage and bowed his hands.

Enter the ancient temple early in the morning, and the early sunshine shines in Gaolin.

……

"Master Mountain God is sympathetic, since this is the case, the little girl will be at your command."

"Master Shanshen, why bother? Wouldn't it be more convenient to just snatch the concubine's former lover?" the woman in red asked.

A Buddha's name awakened Mo Chuan.

In the carriage, Zhao Jincao was as panicked as a frightened quail.

Zhao Jincao nodded repeatedly, as if to cheer himself up.

"Since it's a ghost, what's the difference between day and night?" The woman in red was expressionless.

The woman in red watched the direction in which Mo Chuan disappeared, and slowly sank into the cold pool, hoping to take advantage of the darkness of the sky and earth to wash away the filth all over her body.

Mo Chuan is like a solitary soul, wandering in it, wherever he is excited, he walks to a statue of Maitreya, looks up, his eyes are confused.

"Benefactor, do you still remember the poor way?"

"About the unjust death of the girl, Pindao has basically verified it. It is not difficult to kill Zhao Jincao, but it requires the cooperation of the girl in acting." Mo Chuan said.

"16 years ago, the benefactor gave a bowl of rice porridge to a beggar on the street, do you still remember?"

——even if only psychologically.

Looking forward, on the dim official road, a beautiful figure in red clothes seems to have lost weight, floating faintly, billowing with resentment and evil energy, blowing until the sun and the moon are colorless.

This walk is one day.

The two walked more and more remote, and finally stopped in a lonely monastery.

The woman in red smiled, and did not agree with Mo Chuan, and slowly raised her face, revealing her scarlet eyes.

"You, you lied to me—"

"This statement is wrong. What is moving is the heart of Taoism, but what is stable is the mind of Zen."

Abbot Huitong said: "This is natural, please!"

The red-clothed woman bowed profusely.

Mo Chuan lifted the curtain of the car, and saw the driver, who had turned into a humanoid paper-cut, floating into the side of the road.

Mo Chuan comforted him, he didn't have good intentions, after all, he was a prisoner on death row and had to be beheaded, so nervous, if he was killed in the car, he would be the unlucky one.

In the sound of quiet bells, Mo Chuan woke up quietly, and when he got out of the dormitory, the monks of Huitong Temple had already started to chant the morning lesson.

He reached out several times to open the curtains and look at the scenery outside, but he was afraid of being looked at by others, so he had to shrink his hands back.

Abbot Huitong seemed to be giving Mo Chuan a step down.

"It's better to follow the plan. From now on, there will be no red-clothed ghost Wang Yingying in this world, only the Shoushan red-clothed woman."

"Don't worry, Layman, this trip has been planned long ago, so let's rest assured."

The two rented a carriage, went out of the temple, and went straight to Jizhou, as if they were traveling far away.

Mo Chuan was too lazy to say much, and stood by the roadside to watch the play.

Zhao Jincao felt the ice-like arm between his neck, and his teeth chattered in fright.

This was the first time that the woman in red was so close to him, and his defenses were completely broken.

"This, this has nothing to do with me. Those monks wanted to frame me. They embezzled tens of thousands of acres of fertile land, resulting in insufficient taxation. I, I can't do anything..."

"They didn't dare to kill me, that's why they forced you into a ghost...they are the real culprits, please let me go, wait until I go to Beijing, file a lawsuit against the imperial court, order to destroy Buddha and Zen, and avenge you! "

(End of this chapter)