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

Chapter 161 Dao is ruthless
Before the cursing was over, a cyan figure suddenly appeared next to the civet cat, as if a ghost had come out of its body, or a cyan ghost.

"Ok?"

Zhao Butang's expression froze, and he subconsciously clenched the broken knife tightly.

When the outline of the blue shadow suddenly became clear, it was surprising to find that the person who came was a young Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes.

——It was Mo Chuan who came galloping in the starry night.

As soon as Mo Chuanfang appeared, he stretched out his hand and pressed on the civet cat. There was a faint light shining in his palm. After a while, he shook his head helplessly and stood up, sighing:

"Looking at the majesty and majesty, I didn't expect to be beaten so easily, even the soul was lost!"

That's right, this cat demon's cultivation is close to Jiazi, his tone is scary, and Mo Chuan has never seen the skill of hooking;
The method of blowing up and turning into a tiger is even more like the method of Tiangang, size as you wish.

The end is a great opportunity!

Unexpectedly, such a goblin was not only killed by mortal warriors, but even ghosts and immortals were not made.

There is only half a wisp of remnant soul left, and I can't live for a moment.

Using soul searching techniques to extract information, what remains are all kinds of insults and sarcasms, and there is no way of ultimatum that Mo Chuan cares most about.

What a fucking fuck!

Thinking of this, Mo Chuan subconsciously looked at Zhao Butang, surprised, but also seemed to take it for granted.

Being able to resist 31 swords under the Three Scenery Sword, although the sword was hit by the sword, it is enough to prove that it is extraordinary.

You know, the civet cat only took three or five moves under the sword of Sanjing before it was so startled that it hit the wall and ran away!
I don't know why the civet cat didn't find out the details here?
Do not!
In fact, Mo Chuan would have ignored it if he hadn't seen the civet cat die under Zhao Buzhang's sword.

It's really that Zhao Butang's first impression is too bad.

His skin was ripped apart, his bloody clothes were ragged, and he looked like he was dying.

"Why is the ghost sword in your hand?"

At this moment, Zhao Buchang, who was secretly on guard, suddenly exclaimed.

"It's called the Three Scenery Sword now, and the poor Taoist traded it for Taoism."

"Impossible! Han Mancang cherishes this sword very much. Someone once joked that this sword is too old, and he sternly refused to give it a thousand gold sword. How could he change the sword?"

Zhao Bucun's first reaction was disbelief.

"Heh, what I gave him was the hope of knocking on the immortals. Even if it doesn't work out, it can still be passed down to the family. He has no reason to refuse."

"Taoism?"

Zhao Butang became more and more absurd, and he sighed for a long time: "The Daoist Master's immortal method must be very good, otherwise Han Mancang would definitely not have sold the sword!"

"It's not a big deal. After all, Han Mancang is sixty years old, and the poor are just selling him a hope of longevity." Mo Chuan shook his head.

"Longevity? Hehe... How stupid to sell even a saber for something illusory!"

Zhao Buchan sneered.

Before the words fell, there was a sudden "poof", and a mouthful of blood was vomited out.

It's not that the mind has been hit hard, but that the end is approaching.

I saw that all the blood on his face was gone, all the strength in his body collapsed, and he fell to the ground with a "plop". If it weren't for the broken knife pillar, he might not be able to keep the last trace of dignity.

"Ha ha……"

Zhao Buquan let out a smirk, for the current situation, he had already expected it and was mentally prepared.

Han Mancang's 31 swords, the sword wounded the viscera, there is no medicine to save it!

Thanks to his practice of martial arts all the year round, his energy and blood are exuberant, so he is able to linger on.

He didn't know what the emerald green balls that the cat demon gave him were?
But I think it's mostly something that stimulates potential.

After all, what the cat demon wants is his soul, so it doesn't make sense to waste his life with elixir and elixir.

In fact, the cat demon's several remarks also proved this point.

"A certain person has practiced swords all his life, and after the year of Dancing Elephant, he has never failed again. Now he is at the peak but lost to Ghost Shadow Sword. So-and-so is convinced that he lost... But why did Senior Han abandon the sword to practice Taoism?"

Zhao Buquan said weakly, with a trace of unwillingness and grievance in his tone.

This feeling is very complicated.

It's too heart-wrenching for others to abandon the realm that you can't get at your own will! ! !
"Forget it! A certain swordsman is just a Jianghu swordsman, how can he have the qualifications to be unwilling to fight for the way of the sword? Perhaps his way of the sword has reached the peak, and there is no hope of further progress, so it is reasonable to abandon the sword to cultivate the way."

"A certain time is running out, so please do me a favor. If you pass by Hanjiazhuang in the future, please send a message for me, saying that the cat demon is dead, don't worry. A little money, right as a reward, I hope the Taoist Mo To despise."

After thinking about it, Zhao Butang reached a reconciliation with himself, took out a money bag from his arms, and handed it over.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan stretched out his hand to take it: "The layman's words, the poor Taoist will definitely bring them."

"……thanks!"

Zhao Butang nodded, then raised his chin as hard as he could, resting it on the handle of the knife, trying to make himself die with dignity.

Mo Chuan looked at this scene, and if he felt touched, he couldn't bear to say:

"In fact, the layman was not defeated by Han Mancang, but was defeated by the Ghost Shadow Sword, because this sword is a spiritual sword that surpasses the world, and it is an honor to fight it with human power!"

After the words fell, there was a sword cry, and a cold light suddenly appeared, and the Sanjing sword shot into the deep forest with a "swoosh".

"Puff puff!"

At noon, the forest was in disaster, and the sword light was shot, the branches and leaves were scattered, and the ancient trees collapsed.

Looking from a distance, the vegetation shakes, like a thousand troops and horses attacking!

The scene is magnificent.

Mo Chuan didn't watch Sanjing sword show off its might, but turned to look at Zhao Buzhang instead.

At this time, Zhao Butang, the number one swordsman in Lingnan, had already put his chin on the handle of the knife, opened his eyes wide, his pupils were dilated, and his face was stiff.

"call out!"

The Sanjing Sword turned back suddenly, hovering beside Mo Chuan, buzzing and trembling, as if asking, did he see it?
Mo Chuan pursed his lips and was speechless, looking around in silence, then shook his head and sighed:
"Heroic spirit is pure and heroic, and the celestial talent is outstanding, and it is difficult to distinguish between the earth and the earth!"

"If you don't prove the Dao, you will end up as loess!"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab the Sanjing Sword, put the sword back into its sheath, and turned to leave.

The branches and leaves are shaking, and the flowing water is gurgling.

Not long after Mo Chuan left, a wisp of remnant soul struggled to emerge from Zhao Butang's body, and a talisman of ultimatum lingered on it.

"...Flying Sword of the Immortal Family!"

"So, this is the reason why Han Mancang abandoned his sword to practice Taoism?"

The large collapsed deep forest made Zhao Butang's soul shake.

"Immortal?!"

The next moment, he suddenly realized that he was about to rush towards Mo Chuan subconsciously.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the remnant soul left his body, he looked at the sky with horror on his face. The scorching sun melted like snow in a red furnace, and burned his remnant soul that was lucky enough to be picked up by the talisman.

end is:

Everything is destined, no one can help.

The avenue is ruthless!

……

……

Time flies by, time flies by.

Mo Chuan, who witnessed a tragic situation in the world, simply retreated to practice alchemy under his heart full of disappointment.

It took him five days to cook the pills needed for the Rejuvenating Pill one by one, and another day to synthesize the first batch of pills.

There are two in total.

According to the agreement, one was delivered to Fengming Cave in person.

Not surprisingly, Chizhi was surprised and delighted by this.

However, after all, he is a thousand-year-old evil spirit, so it is impossible to fully believe in Mo Chuan. After talking about the scene, he took the pill to verify the authenticity.

Mo Chuan kept the remaining one for now.

It is not difficult to refine Huantong Dan, but the difficult thing is that the alchemy is rare.

Nature cannot be wasted at will.

……

On Zhao Butang's seventh day, Mo Chuan visited Hanjiazhuang in the middle of the night as agreed.

At this time, Han Mancang had already dismissed his servants, set up a banquet with wine, and waited for the immortal elder to come.

Mo Chuan sat down at the table, looked closely, and was surprised to find that the aging Han Mancang had already taken a bite of his time and officially stepped on the road.

"Congratulations fellow daoist, congratulations fellow daoist."

Mo Chuan cupped his hands in congratulations, thinking of Zhao Buchang for no reason.

How amazing is Zhao Butang?
With the naked eye of a mortal, he could fight a fierce tiger with one bite of a broken knife, but in the end he was reduced to death.

On the other hand, Han Mancang, with a spiritual sword, earned a great reputation in the world, and when he was old, he exchanged the spiritual sword for opportunities on the road. During this time, he was lucky to have Mo Chuan, who was offering sacrifices to the Taoist furnace, so that his mentality was balanced.

"Same joy, same joy! The little old man was able to enter the Taoism because he was supported by the fairy head. At that time, he had no eyes, but now he knows the power of the fairy head. He is sincere and fearful. He is willing to hold the sword boy for the fairy head to make up for the crime of collision."

Han Mancang is an old man, looking at Mo Chuan in a good mood, he wants to be his disciple.

"Hahaha, you don't need to say this, fellow daoist, how can a poor Taoist be a narrow-minded person?"

"The Immortal Elder misunderstood! The little old man has wasted half his life, and now he finally has the fate of Daoism. He is willing to clean up for the Immortal Elder and listen to the Dao."

When Han Mancang saw Mo Chuan's refusal, which seemed to be mocking, he quickly spoke frankly.

"The poor Taoist seeks the Tao with all his heart, and he has no other distractions. I hope fellow Taoists will understand."

Mo Chuan refused again, his tone was three points colder.

To tell the truth, Han Mancang, who came out of the experience of dyeing vat rivers and lakes, has sophistication and perseverance, all of which are top-notch talents.

But Mo Chuan just didn't want to accept him.

Even if he is very short of people.

If you ask why?

He couldn't tell how ugly Yinmao was, but when he rejected Han Mancang, Zhao Butang's figure subconsciously flashed in his mind.

"Little old man Meng Lang, please forgive me."

Seeing this, Han Mancang pleaded guilty quickly, and finally stopped talking.

Only then did Mo Chuan regain his gentle and jade-like appearance, with an amiable attitude, and sat down to discuss with Han Mancang.

He talked a lot, from the experience of worshiping and fighting, to the rules of Taoism, to the struggle between Taoism and Buddhism, and even the various schools of thought, heresies... Han Mancang was in a state of dumbfounded almost overnight.

No sleep for one night.

When the red sun first appeared and the sun shone slightly, Mo Chuan bowed his hands to say goodbye, and when he left, he suddenly said: "By the way, fellow Taoist, have you ever found Zhao Butang's body?"

Han Mancang was taken aback, and quickly said: "The disciples of the poor Taoist once mentioned something, but the poor Taoist was obsessed with cultivating the Tao, so he never asked."

Mo Chuan sighed in his heart: "When Zhao Bucun is dying, please ask the poor Taoist to give a message to fellow Taoists."

"The cat demon is dead, don't worry!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away, leaving Han Mancang alone, frowning for a long time, thinking about the meaning of the elder's words.

……

……

After the karma of the Three Scenery Sword was resolved, Mo Chuan's life returned to peace.

Every day is not practice, it is alchemy and cooking grass.Occasionally, when I feel like it, I will practice controlling the sword, so as not to have a tacit understanding when facing the enemy.

On February [-]th, an incense burns on the face.

But it was the scholars who participated in Chunwei, who were terrified in the middle of the night, kneeling in front of the couch, praying to God and worshiping Buddha.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan couldn't do anything to help, he couldn't help you cheat, could he?

However, seeing the patched appearance of the scholar, I couldn't bear it, so I flicked a wisp of Yuan Qi to keep him energetic and not dragged down by his body.

On February [-]th, another incense burns.

But it is a dying person who prays devoutly to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens.

Mo Chuan looked at the state of his family's utter desolation, and simply treated it with the ability to avoid epidemics by spreading cattle.

……

It has to be said that with the growth of his cultivation base, the incense that once required him to do it himself no longer needs to go to war.

A lot of incense, just a little maintenance, and the incense will last forever!

No, the Matou River in Banling Mountain, where a large amount of incense is offered, was only offered during the Lantern Festival in the first lunar month, and incense came again at the end of February.

Mo Chuan took a quick look, and it seemed that a rich family had a nightmare and felt uneasy, so he offered incense to pray for safety and came.

He was too lazy to run away, so he simply sent Fu Luan to walk the old way.

Fu Luan got the order, thinking of Mr. Lin's respectful appearance, even though he had already seen through the warmth and coldness of human feelings, he still couldn't help but feel a little bit of joy in his heart.

Sure enough, as soon as he followed the incense and escaped into the statue of the Lord God, he saw Mr. Lin standing beside him, and said respectfully: "Caomin Lin Duohun, pay homage to the Lord God!"

Fuluan old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled, "Get up, there is no need to be polite!"

"Yes!" Mr. Lin got up, and looked at Fuluan old man with a little more scrutiny in his eyes.

"Pindao heard that there is a meritorious master, because of his family's evil, so he offered incense to pray for safety, is there such a thing?" Fu Luan asked straight to the point.

"It is true, but this is not a local benefactor, but a good believer in a neighboring town."

Lin Gong said, let’s focus on the key points first.

The so-called benefactors are believers who donate property.

The meaning of what Mr. Lin said is obvious, this person is just cramming.

"Let's talk about it carefully."

Old Taoist Fuluan nodded when he heard the words, neither said to care nor to ignore.

"Returning to the Lord God, the meritorious owner of this family is named Ji, and there are people in the family who are officials in the state capital, and they are quite famous in the local area! Two days ago, there was evil in the house, and the family often had the same nightmare. After inviting the nearby Huangguan Buddha , and set up altars, and chanted scriptures, but it still didn't get better. Hearing that ours is effective, I had no choice but to worship incense."

Lin Gong said succinctly.

"So that's how it is. Since you are a good believer and offer incense, you should take a look at it. Mr. Lin, please lead the way?"

"Yes, Lord God, come with me."

Lin Gong bowed his hands in salute, and then turned into a cloud of green smoke, escaping below the surface of the earth.

Fuluan old way is no longer Amon under Wu, seeing this situation, he also tends to keep up.

The two ghosts and immortals arrived at the mansion of the meritorious master in less than a quarter of an hour.

This is said to be a mansion, but it is actually a local squire. The house is a mix of bricks and stones, and it looks extraordinarily bright against the surrounding mud walls and grass roofs.

In the courtyard, there are remnants of the Taoist altar.

A piece of talisman paper was pasted on the high wall of the lintel, soothe people's hearts, and it was better than nothing.

The old Fuluan wandered around underground, and finally revealed his figure in a side room, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Ever since he became a ghost fairy, the sinister aura that was once invisible to the naked eye is now clearly visible.

That's it, he didn't find anything unusual in this mansion!

"Lord God, have you found anything unusual?"

Mr. Lin leaned over and asked curiously.

"It's no wonder that the Buddhas with yellow crowns around them returned without success. The evil spirits here are either mentally ill or serious." Fu Luan said in a deep voice.

"Heart disease? Lord God, so many villagers have nightmares, it shouldn't be heart disease, right?" Lin Gong said.

"Hope it!"

The old Taoist Fuluan waved his hand, and said with an inscrutable expression: "You just avoid it, the poor Taoist needs to cast spells to check."

"Yes!"

Lin Gong was shocked when he heard the words, and hurriedly withdrew from the side room.

The Fuluan old man looked around, looked carefully, and after making sure that no one was peeping, he recited the name of the patriarch in a low voice.

……

At the same time, beside the old Taoist Fuluan, an old Taoist in purple robes sat cross-legged, with his eyebrows lowered, looking at ease, like a real immortal!
(End of this chapter)