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

Chapter 208 Selfishness?

"As expected of the Tiger Demon in the Wilderness of Thousand Miles, this bloodline... probably has a lot of origin!"

In the sacrificial stove, Mo Chuan sat cross-legged behind the table, watching the purple lightning jumping on his fingertips, his eyes flickered, and he couldn't stop thinking.

Lord Xiaoyunshan is limited by his Taoism, although he awakens the power of Zilei, he can't use it as he wants.

But he is different, he already has the top three Taoism, and has the help of ascending, the purple thunder is naturally as good as his arms.

"It's no wonder that Taoist Tianyao earned the title of Taoist Tianyao after only driving four rounds. The name of Tianyao is well-deserved!"

Mo Chuan was amazed.

"It seems that the way of the demon wheel does not focus on cultivation, but on the bloodline. As long as the host's cultivation base is strong enough, with the help of any size, even a weak little demon can awaken the power of the bloodline."

"It's no wonder that Ran Yi's fish cultivation base is so weak. At first, he thought it was a burial with branches and suffered a disaster. Now it seems that it should be the result of the ancient relics accidentally found by Taoist Tian Yao, and he was overjoyed."

Mo Chuan secretly sighed, rejoicing and fearful in his heart.

Without a master to guide him, he had been groping in many places purely by intuition. Now that he suddenly discovered the true meaning of the Yin Talisman Demon Wheel, he naturally had mixed feelings in his heart.

Fortunately, his luck is amazing, and the three monsters he fills are all good.

Otherwise, I will regret it to death.

"Xiaoyun Shanjun is so rampant, I'm afraid he will hate Shuanglong Temple, I'd better go to Shuanglong Temple to say hello!"

Mo Chuan's thoughts changed, and he hurriedly left the sacrificial stove and headed for Shuanglong Temple.

If he guessed correctly, there must be the pampering figure of Shuanglong Temple behind the various incense sticks in Kemao and Yancheng.

Although he couldn't guess why Shuanglong Temple allowed all the monsters to compete for incense?
To be on the safe side, it's better to come and say hello.

The main reason is that he didn't expect Xiaoyun Shanjun to be so efficient, but within a few hours, Kemao's incense was swept away.

Although it almost failed, the end result was good after all.

It put him in a good mood.

So much so that when he stepped into Shuanglong Temple, he also had a smile on his face, and it was even rarer to step into the main hall and offer three incense sticks.

"Amitabha, dare I ask you what to call you?"

After Mo Chuan finished offering incense, an acquaintance greeted him, clapped his hands together to proclaim his blessing, and asked politely.

"Morning morning in the poor way, I came from thousands of miles of wilderness, and I'm here to visit Master Shenquan, and I hope to let you know." Mo Chuan said politely.

"The Taoist priest is the master of the Wanchao cave?" Zhike turned pale with shock when he heard this.

"The mage recognizes the poor?"

"How dare Shuanglong Temple deny the name of Taoist priest? Taoist priest, please!"

With an excited expression on his face, Zhike led Mo Chuan into the side hall, and after calling the little novice to serve him tea, he hurriedly confessed his guilt and left.

Not long after, the sound of heavy footsteps came from outside the hall.

When the light dimmed in front of the hall, several brown-clothed monks stepped into it.

"Amitabha, Shenzong of the Poor Dao, I have met fellow Taoist Mingchen!"

The leader is the current abbot of Shuanglong Temple—Master Shenzong. He has already ascended the position of abbot, and he still looks quite abstinent in his old brown clothes.

"Long time, long time!"

Mo Chuan got up and bowed his hands in return, his face was already a bit cold, and he cut to the point and said, "May I ask if Master Shen Quan is here?"

I thought to myself: What does Shenquan, an old bald donkey, mean?
The poor came to the door, and you didn't even see him?
It would be fine if he hadn't returned from Wanli Jinghuang yet, but seeing Man Si's reaction, he had obviously returned.

Or did Master Shenquan exchange his relics for the Dharma without authorization and was dismissed?

No, he has already retired as abbot, how can he dismiss him?

The 800 years of cultivation, can it still be paper?
"Amitabha, fellow daoist, please forgive me. Senior brother is inconvenient to meet guests due to illness. However, fellow daoist has a special status, so it's okay. Please—"

Shenzong turned around and put on a gesture of respect.

Mo Chuan frowned, leaning on the sacrificial stove, he strode away from the side hall with his head held high.

Then, under the leadership of Master Shenzong, he went to the depths of Shuanglong Temple.

Along the way, the architectural styles have changed several times, old and new. It can be seen that Shuanglong Temple has been expanded several times before it has its current scale.

However, as he walked, Mo Chuan frowned.

As far as the eye can see, the buildings on both sides of Modao are becoming more and more dilapidated, and there are not a few people whose eaves have collapsed.

That's not the point, the point is:
——The direction of this trip is clearly the backyard of Shuanglong Temple where the double eye well is hidden!
Sure enough, not long after, the group of people crossed an arched door, and their lonely eyes came into view impressively.

When Mo Chuan saw this, his whole body trembled, and he looked at Master Shenzong in astonishment.

"Please!"

Master Shenzong stopped and made a gesture of invitation.

Mo Chuan's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips, and his footsteps were filled with lead and mercury. After a while, he walked towards the well-known eyes well.

When I reached the mouth of the well, I poked my head down and saw that the water was rippling in the deep well that should have been silent.

At the bottom of the well, two dragon corpses can be seen sinking and floating.

On a log, there is a head with ring scars on it, illuminating the deep well.

That head looked up hesitantly, and when he saw Mo Chuan, his eyes showed surprise, and he quickly stood up and saluted with palms together:
"Amitabha, everyone said that what is done on paper is superficial in the end, and he never knew that this matter must be practiced. The poor monk consciously mastered the art of drinking water, but when he actually performed it, he realized the mystery. Fellow Daoist appeared in front of me, I was really... overjoyed."

Mo Chuan pursed his lips, his voice was hoarse:
"Why did the mage... enter the well?"

"The Chengye River has been dry for more than ten days, so there is no delay."

"It would only take two or three days to dig a well next to it."

"Haha, to be honest, the poor monk was overjoyed when he saw the dragon pill, so he came in! It is widely said that the dragon pill has infinite uses. The poor monk tried it himself, and it was true. A single dragon pill helped the poor monk break through. Thousands of years of Taoism, attaining fruit status! Unfortunately, the yin and yang of the water purification vase are eroded, and only 500 years of the three thousand years of Taoism remain, what a pity, what a pity."

Master Shenquan laughed and sighed, his face could not hide his complacency.

"The mage's words can fool others, but they can't fool the poor. Is it worth it for a few days earlier?"

Mo Chuan was unmoved, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Shen Quan's comprehension is astonishing, it is only a matter of time before he cultivates a thousand years of Taoism with his talent, so why use the external force of that dragon pill?

"Liuyun hurriedly found the place to return, and the pagoda stood forever! The poor monk built a few days earlier, and the common people could live a hundred more lives. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Why should you be sad?"

Master Shen Quan's tone was relaxed, as if he was witnessing the freedom of the world.

Mo Chuan was speechless, and there seemed to be inexplicable generosity and tragedy growing in his chest.

He turned around and cupped his hands to Shenzong and the others: "Pin Daoist wants to discuss scriptures and Taoism with Master Shen Quan, and I hope all Masters will be successful."

Shenzong and others heard the string song and knew the elegant meaning, then they put their palms together in return, took their leave and left.

Not long after, Mo Chuan was the only one left in the desolate backyard.

"Since the mage knows the identity of Lord Thunder of Shoushan Mountain, why didn't he call out the mountain god of Shoushan Mountain to dig a deep well overnight without any effort, so why bother to take risks?" Mo Chuan couldn't help asking.

"Don't hide it from fellow daoists, this poor monk's move is really a secret of selfishness."

"Oh?" Mo Chuan was shocked.

(End of this chapter)