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

Chapter 148 The dog is on the table
After the fifth day of the first lunar month, although every day is a festival, the atmosphere of the Spring Festival fades away quickly.

The number of pilgrims in Fuluan is decreasing every day.

However, Taoist Fuluan became more and more busy.

Because on the ninth day of the first lunar month, Fuluan Temple will hold a Jade Emperor Assembly, the full name is: Jade Emperor Christmas Blessing Dharma Assembly.

——This day is the day when the Jade Emperor was born.

In this busy environment, the Master of Fuluan Temple, who was supposed to be in charge of the overall situation, Taoist Changqing, rarely lived in the backyard and devoted himself to seclusion.

All affairs, large and small, fell on the shoulders of Daoist Guangqing.

Daoist Guangqing was a wandering Taoist priest who joined Fuluan Temple after the Yunji Temple ancestor worship ceremony.

After three to five years of practice, he knows the inconspicuous talisman method.

It is okay to treat children with fright and resentment, but if you encounter a ghost or a monster, you will be blinded.

He picked up an oxtail, threw it into his mouth, chewed it a little, and the billowing Yuan Qi burst out, rushing straight to the limbs and bones, replenishing the exhausted meridians.

Farther away, two pillars of blue clouds, if supporting the feet of Tianao, light up the gray sky.

"Go, when the time comes, Pindao will call you at any time, and I hope you are mentally prepared, don't panic."

"Forget it! After you have molded your soul body, it will be firm and firm, and it will be the same when you return to Fuluan Temple!"

"Would you like to live in this palace for a long time?" Mo Chuan asked.

He thought for a while, checked the door latch, and then took the incense for offering, and offered the incense to the patriarch.

"Have you left any last words?"

The Guangqing Taoist was satisfied, exchanged pleasantries, and then left.

——Mo Chuan's move is not a great supernatural power, but because he is the master of the Dao Furnace for offering sacrifices, he can naturally move and take it at will in such a large space.

When he was collecting firewood at the age of six, he happened to meet his master passing by.

……

"But if this is the case, what about Monk Deng Cao?"

Mainly it involves more dancai.

"If the Immortal Elder wants to punish me, he should have punished me a long time ago. He will never write a poem to remind me."

His limbs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground with a "plop".

This is the word that popped up subconsciously in the mind of Master Fuluan when he saw the scenery in front of him.

"Dare to ask Patriarch, how to read this jade wat?" Fu Luan asked quickly.

In fact, he could have stepped forward and begged for a bowl generously.

Save Mo Chuan the cost of trial and error.

"I don't know, the master said, this time I got the teaching from the patriarch, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of the test for a while." Xuan Yun said.

Mo Chuan waved his hand and handed over a jade wat;

Tomorrow's Jade Emperor's meeting, it's better not to disturb the first Dharma meeting after the revival of Fuluan Monastery.

The Guangqing Taoist asked in a gentle voice.

"It should be like this. Now that you have become a ghost, what is the use of this skin?"

"This poem should be nothing more than a warning."

After leaving the physical body, he turned his head and looked, only to find that the physical body, which had lost the support of the soul, had died silently.

It has to be said that the difficulty of refining the third-grade elixir has risen to a higher level.

Fortunately, the young man used to be shy, but now remembering it, he is even more embarrassed and fascinated.

Mo Chuan left after leaving a word.

However, according to his experience, the Lantern Festival on the 15th of the first lunar month is bound to be another wave of sacrifices.

Rather, it is because the Fuluan Temple is different from other Taoist temples. It can be said that the great power of the whole temple is concentrated in the patriarch, so how can the disciples in the temple dare to usurp the throne casually?

Ya San'er heard the words proudly: "The head fairy didn't say anything, he just wrote a poem to remind me! How can I put it, he is also a dog under the seat of the head fairy. How can a dog still have feelings when it grows up? What's more, we are just Just took some minced meat."

"From this point of view, the Immortal Elder obviously didn't blame him!"

I still remember that hot day, when he went to the Daolu Department to cancel the list of masters, he stood outside the courtyard all morning without knowing it, sweating profusely from the sun.

After the fifth day of the first lunar month, the number of folk celebrations dropped sharply, and the unowned incense that was intercepted by the sacrificial stove was even rarer.

He attached so much importance to Daoist Xuanyun, not so much that Daoist Xuanyun represented Fuluan's orthodoxy.

He intends to inform Xuanyun, after a little deliberation, he should give up!

The fragrance is heavy to match the universe, and the fragrance is ignited to penetrate the gate of heaven!
"The Tao is learned from the heart, and the fake incense is passed on from the heart. The incense burns in the jade furnace, and the heart is kept in front of the teacher, and the true spirit looks forward to it. The immortal Shi Linxuan, the disciple Guan Gao, the journey reaches nine days!"

"The meaning of reason!" Xuan Yun bowed.

When he returned to Yangshen Temple, Mo Chuan continued what he hadn't done before, refining Yinchong Pill.

The old Taoist Fuluan quickly took it, feeling inexplicably excited.

Then a majestic, majestic and majestic huge palace came into view.

After a while, he laughed again.

"That's all, compared to spirit grass and fruit, immortal fate is more important."

"Hey, she actually took off her body, it seems that this is God's will!"

After Ya San'er found Monk Deng Cao, he immediately led him to a secluded place to avoid Liu Huaichun's eyes and ears, and then complained: "The Immortal Elder found out about that, from now on, don't come to me again."

Thinking of the fairy master's terrifying fairy art, Ya San'er subconsciously wanted to smear the soles of his feet with oil and run away.

Not long after, a pair of ox ears and ox tail were pieced together.

When he didn't want to return to his shell, the familiar sense of control did not appear, and his soul seemed to be a ray of dark wind, helpless.

He immediately grabbed at the void, and in the resting hall, a copper cauldron suddenly opened, pieces of oxtails and ears flew out, escaped into the void, and appeared on the dinner plate.

Asking a question, the master Fuluan who was stupefied was awakened. He quickly calmed down and followed the prestige to see that the patriarch was standing next to him with a smile on his face.

The master Fuluan was stunned, and quickly rolled up Yuan Qi again, and released Yangshen.

Xuanyun opened the door and saw Uncle Guangqing, he hastened to respectfully hold the disciple's salute.

Ya San'er muffled a reply, and after taking three steps back, he turned and left.

Ya San'er's complexion was ugly.

In the quiet room in the backyard of Fuluan Temple, the Lord Fuluan Temple, who has emerged from the sun god, stands quietly in front of the skin, familiar with the body in front of his eyes, which makes him excited, but also gives birth to an indescribable sense of melancholy.

Unfortunately, the boy is shy.

So much so that even the air is full of vegetation.

"This... is dead?"

However, it is not common for children to be frightened, and if they do, they are mostly monopolized by the local "Five Great Immortals", "Four Great Gates", "Sorceresses" and the like.

At that time, it will be a good time to experiment with the old way of Fuluan.

Fortunately, this prescription record is very detailed.

Ya San'er didn't dare to disturb her, so she calmed down and waited patiently.

"This jade wat records a method of cultivating ghosts, called "Huanglu Dazhai". You can take it and consider it for a good life. In a short time, the poor will borrow the incense of all people to shape your soul."

Daoist Guangqing knew very well that even if the pilgrim master Changqing went away, he would only be watching for Xuanyun when he took the position of celestial being.

Now that the fallen leaves have returned to their roots, and the sophistication of the world through experience in the rivers and lakes, it is also handy to manage Fuluan Temple.

It took him two years to not only know how to read and write, but also to memorize three or five scriptures.

Mo Chuan smiled, and with a thought, he called Ya San'er from the air in order to enjoy the power of the Lord of Sacrifice Dao Furnace.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, the Daoist priest of Guangqing knocked open the room of Xuanyun, a Taoist boy.

It's over! It's over!

During the incense wishing mantra, the incense suddenly spread out, and there was a sound of surprise.

Master Fuluan's mind tensed up, and he felt his field of vision spinning for a while, and when he got down to earth, the world changed into a new look.

"Huh? It's interesting!"

After sending Ya San'er away, he hurried to the Yangshen Temple.

Thinking of the ignorant young man who used to be, Master Fuluan smiled lightly, feeling the soul that lost the restraint of the aging body, and the tireless sense of youth seemed to return again.

When Taoist Master Guangqing was full of hope, Chang Qing, the master of Fuluan Temple, was already standing at the end of his hope.

As he spoke, he raised his head and secretly glanced at Mo Chuan.

"This is the luck of the disciple..."

As the sound fell, an invisible force swept out from the incense, involving the master Fuluan.

"Go!"

"Alright, alright, Xuan Yun, may your master leave the customs tomorrow?"

There was the sound of opening and closing the gate of Yangshen Temple, and Ya San'er's respectful voice came: "Immortal Elder, are you calling me?"

Unless... Taoism is refined.

Ya San'er, who figured this out, heaved a sigh of relief, only feeling that the immortal is terrifying and human.

In your spare time, you can also hear various magnificent legends.That was his most carefree time.

"This..." Guangqing Taoist pondered for a while, then nodded and said: "Forget it, then the uncle presumptuously presides over the rituals of fasting and dipping the disciples of Fuluan!"

Seeing his cleverness, the master wanted to lead him into Taoism. It happened that his family was poor, and his parents agreed without even thinking about it.

It should not be difficult to cut off a few sticks of incense to satisfy the pissing nature of the sacrificial stove.

"Yes!"

Ya San'er immediately read out the doggerel.

"That's right, I see raw meat coming in and out cooked meat every day, endlessly, how could the immortal elder care about a little bit of spiritual flesh?"

All he has to do is cook the ingredients patiently.

Monk Deng Cao was stunned for a long time when he heard the words, as if he was trying to figure out the meaning, it took him a while to make up his mind.

Not long after, the sound of putting down the pen came, and I saw the elder slid the paperweight aside, flicked the article, read it up and down, and then rolled it up and said:
"Here, I have made great achievements in cooking meat recently. I give you this volume of pen and ink. I hope you will continue to work hard."

"Tomorrow, the Jade Emperor will meet, and this disciple cannot bear to disturb it."

"What's the matter?"

"Disciple Xuan Yun, I have met Master Uncle."

Wang Shengxiantong's Taoism has become more and more profound, and now it has materialized. Is this a sign of the highest cultivation?

"Disciple, thank you Patriarch Master for bestowing the Dharma!"

"Disciple Chang Qing, pay homage to the patriarch! Thanks to the teaching of the patriarch, I will finally have the three flavors of ghosts and immortals."

All kinds of spiritual grasses and spiritual fruits compete for beauty.

Xuanyun waved his hands quickly when he heard the words: "Master uncle teased me again. I am twelve years old, and I came forward to preside over the ritual of fasting and dipping. Let the people of Qingshui County watch, thinking that there is no one in Fuluan Temple! Master retreats, this time The matter should be presided over by the uncle."

Heaven has mercy, if there is no old age and sickness, how nostalgic would death be?
But there is also aging and illness, which makes people nostalgic for the vitality of youth.

"Yuan Qi is injected, and there is a response."

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and his master died suddenly before he was an adult.

"Yes!"

Yasan'er's culture is not high, but seeing this doggerel, his face changes drastically!

After thinking about it, Ya San'er added a handful of firewood under the copper kettle, and then went out to look for it in the back garden.

In a small room, everything is neatly arranged.

The patriarch is benevolent!

Especially for some precious materials, it needs to consume more Yuan Qi to cook the desired characteristics.

"Is that so?"

Therefore, before joining Fuluan Temple, Daoist Guangqing lived a very poor life.

'Shen Xiao Jiang Que? '

With his heart uplifted, Master Fu Luan withdrew his body-protecting Yuan Qi and returned to his physical body.

"Here, you can live in this house for the time being, and choose a place to live after you have molded your soul and body."

He sneaked a long look at the penny tea on the street, but he didn't dare to step forward.

"Tsk tsk, the dog is on the table!"

"Ya San'er, thank you immortal for bestowing calligraphy!"

Mo Chuan waved.

After some discussion, the senior brothers thought that they only had money left in the Taoist temple, so they went out to practice. After this time, they completely lost their voices.

The master Fuluan replied, thinking, when he returns to this palace, he must have a good talk with Xuanyun.

"This is the poor Taoist cave, how does it look?"

However, Mo Chuan didn't remember it at the time, and later obtained it again from the Heavenly Demon inheritance.

"Master, you didn't lie to me! Patriarch... has always been here."

The Guangqing Taoist pondered for a while and said: "Xuanyun, the orthodoxy of Fuluan lies with senior brother Changqing and you, so tomorrow the Jade Emperor will have a ritual ceremony, and the uncle hopes that you will preside over it."

Monk Deng Cao asked anxiously after hearing the words: "May I ask what kind of poem the Immortal Master wrote?"

"Ghosts and immortals, they should be the Dao!"

Seeing that the outline remains the same, but each piece of meat has become smaller, maybe it has been boiled and shrunk?

"This is... Chu Yangshen?"

"Clap!"

Mo Chuan put down the alchemy in his hand, reached out and fiddled with the oxtail and ears on the plate.

Here just knocked on the door of the palace, before waiting for the elder to ask questions, he grabbed the ground with his head and cried bitterly:
"Master Dao, this little monk made a mistake, please punish him!"

However, before he could muster up the strength to stand up, he suddenly realized that this is the Immortal Changdongtian Mansion, not to mention running away, he didn't know how to leave it.

After leaving the Yangshen Temple, it ran back to the side hall non-stop, and couldn't wait to unfold the calligraphy, and saw the writing on it:
"Send out 32 troops, withdraw troops in sixteen pairs, the count is quite a lot, and everyone is injured."【Note 1】

In other Taoist temples, there is little hope. After all, Guangqing is already fifty-three, and the Taoism is shallow, but in Fuluan Temple, there is a lot to do!
Because Fu Luan's meditation practice is like ghosts and immortals.

The Lord Fuluan kowtowed to worship.

His spirit was shaken, and he wanted to try alchemy again. He was about to grab another oxtail when he glanced away from the corner of his eye and raised his eyebrows.

Thinking of this, Daoist Guangqing became more and more excited, and the exhaustion from a busy day seemed to be swept away.

This, was this noticed by the fairy chief?

Beside the jujube table, an immature boy was scratching his head, while picking beads not much smaller than his little hand, and was learning to count!
When Guangqing saw this immature boy, his eyelids twitched.

At that time, Fuluan Temple had not yet completely declined, and he, following his master, no longer had to worry about going to bed hungry.

Ya San'er was overjoyed when he heard the words, and quickly thanked him, and when he saw the calligraphy flying towards him, he quickly opened his mouth to catch it.

Now it happens to give Fuluan the old way as the main method.

"Yes!"

"Squeak!"

No, after refining the elixir, Yuan Qi has been exhausted.

Monk Deng Cao was shocked when he heard the words: "What did you say? The fairy found out? What did the fairy say, did you punish you?"

"Forget it, don't rush to agree. It's too early to say these things. No matter how majestic the palace is, after a long time, it's the same thing."

Today, this Dongtianhou Garden is changing with each passing day.

"Don't panic, don't panic!"

The old Fuluan bowed, seeing Mo Chuan turning around to leave, he hurriedly shouted: "... Patriarch?"

Looking carefully, there are layers of glazed tiles, embellished with flying eaves, and you can see that there are rows upon rows of mountains, like mountains.

The master Fuluan was astonished.

Surprised to find that the head of the fairy is holding the hair awl and splashing ink.

Hope is a powerful force.

"Returning to the patriarch, looking at the antique, it is the Bei Que Pearl Palace."

Huang Lu's big fasting is exactly the technique used by the five armored monster Lu Fengbei to seduce Mo Chuan.

No one knew that his childhood officially started from that moment.

"But the little monk's loyalty to the Taoist master can be described as lighting a lamp with a single lamp grass - there is no double heart, please ask the Taoist master to learn from it!"

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　　[In addition, note 1, this allusion was seen by the author in the elementary school mathematics journal, and the memory is still fresh.Now Baidu can't find the source. There are too many similar reprinted stories. Anyone with knowledge can point out one or two.

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