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

Chapter 219

The incense is pure and devout, and the heart is dedicated to the table.

After arranging the trivial matters, Mo Chuan immediately went out of his body and followed the incense, but hid in the incense, waiting for the ceremony to end.

——He planned to wait until his filial son Zhao Wensong finished offering incense, and then follow him away to heal him.

There is little entertainment in the countryside, and a prayer ceremony attracted countless villagers to watch.

The township temple was crowded with spectators inside and out, whispering and whispering.

"I can't tell, this Zhao Wensong is quite filial."

"Hey! What do you know? This is for outsiders to see. If you don't do it again, your spine will be broken. I'm afraid that even the daughter-in-law will run away with others."

"Ah, what's going on?"

"Zhao Wensong insulted my old lady at home again! My god, the scolding can be heard in ten miles and eight villages."

"That's right, I heard that this guy surnamed Zhao is still starving his old lady. I passed by the door and often heard the old sister-in-law shouting hungry! Poor thing, the old sister-in-law has been a good person all her life, why did she raise such a white-eyed wolf."

"Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder so many people are invited to do the method of prolonging life. This is the soil silkworm burrowing into the peanut shell-preserving the kernel!"

"Yes, yes, when it is done, it means that filial piety has been recognized by the heavens. If it fails, it can only be said that the number of days is fixed and there is no way to return to heaven."

"It's really taking up all the right and left."

Mo Chuan's brows were secretly furrowed upon hearing the fluttering lips one by one.

Not long after, according to folk customs, Zhao Wensong recited the words of prayer three times in a row, then ended the prayer and got up to offer incense.

"Whoa-"

Unexpectedly, a gust of dark wind suddenly blew into the village temple, making many villagers who watched the excitement tremble all over, subconsciously looked around, but saw nothing.

I can only mutter to myself, it's already the beginning of June, where is the sudden cold and gloomy wind coming from?

However, what Mo Chuan saw was a ghost suddenly entering the village temple.

living soul?

When Mo Chuan saw this ghost, his heart skipped a beat.

The so-called living soul is the soul that still exists in the skin, and it comes out of the body due to various reasons.

Since the physical body is not dead, the yang energy is hidden in the body, which can be seen with a little experience.

Looking carefully, this living soul is dressed as a Taoist, and the cloak condensed with soul power is as clear as a cloud and as ethereal as a fairy.

After he stepped into the village ancestral hall, he glanced at the praying crowd with great interest, and then moved his lips slightly, using the secret method of sound transmission to pray for the people who prolong their lives.

"Insulting the sick mother is a big treason, but now you are willing to lose three years of life in exchange for Zhao's mother recovering from illness. Hmph, can you think about it clearly?"

The faint voice emerged from the depths of the hearts of all the men, and the men who kowtowed on the ground turned pale in shock. They raised their heads suddenly and looked around, and they all saw the look of panic in each other's eyes.

The villagers who crowded inside and outside the township temple to watch the excitement were suddenly at a loss when they saw the vision in the temple.

"God, God is clearly alive."

Someone said tremblingly.

But no, the voice came directly from the heart, and it was definitely not teased by outsiders.

"Brother Zhao, I, I, I suddenly remembered that there was still something to do at home, so I left first."

"Me, me too."

"I, I have an old mother on top of me, and children on my bottom..."

Zhao Wensong's relatives and friends panicked immediately, and they all got up and made excuses to leave. What's more, they turned their heads and left without saying a word.

"Clap!"

Zhao Wensong, who was about to offer incense, obviously didn't expect the gods to respond, so he was so frightened that he couldn't hold the incense, causing the incense to fall to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

Taoist Shenghun saw Zhao Wensong's appearance, shook his head lightly, and nodded: "Being more filial in life is better than being busy after death."

After speaking, he walked away immediately, leaving a mess on the ground.

"Hey, why are you leaving?"

"What's going on? What kind of supernatural power?"

The onlookers outside the township ancestral hall were stunned to see the shocking changes in the ancestral hall.

After inquiring the truth from several acquaintances, the expressions of each of them looking at Zhao Wensong suddenly changed.

Some people fear the gods and dare not speak too much;

Someone slapped his thigh straight upon hearing this, and shouted: "Look, what I said, even a god can't stand it."

All of a sudden, inside and outside the village temple, there were murmurs everywhere.

What's more, while the gods are watching, they quickly burn incense and pray, praying for peace and joy, good luck and fortune.

The villagers were bustling with activity, but Zhao Wensong's face was pale and haggard like a corpse. He only thought that he had humiliated his mother and offended the gods, so he never dared to pray again.

I had no choice but to get up in a daze, and while the villagers pointed and pointed, I didn't know when I would return home.

The thatched hut left by his father, because it is rarely cleaned up, looks more and more dilapidated.

The daughter-in-law, E Niang, couldn't stand the old mother's cursing, so she took her son to the city to work as a helper, and came back occasionally, and the family was all supported by her.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry...Wen Song...Wen Song...Mother is hungry...Mother is hungry..."

Before entering the courtyard, I heard a burst of shouting, I don't know if it was too much, the voice was shaky and rhythmic.

Zhao Wensong lifted the straw curtains, and the stench immediately filled his nostrils.In the dimly lit room, a skinny old woman was lying on the bed, talking nonsense, holding a handful of soft yellow things in her hand, which turned out to be a lump of poop upon closer inspection.

Seeing Wen Song coming in, the old woman seemed to regain her spirits immediately, and wiped the feces on the mottled earth wall that had been shoveled layer after layer, and stretched out her hand and shouted:

"Mother is hungry...Wen Song...Mother is hungry..."

Zhao Wensong, who had been in a daze all the way, saw this scene, knelt down with a "plop", and instead of cursing like before, he yelled hoarsely:

"Mother, please forgive me! Please forgive me!"

The skinny woman seemed startled by Zhao Wensong's cries, and remained silent.

Zhao Wensong prostrated himself on the ground, crying loudly, as if venting his grievances over the years.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the crying gradually stopped.

Zhao Wensong wiped away tears, rolled up his sleeves, carried his old lady off the soft couch, and tidied up the couch full of dead arrows.

This is called tidying up, but in fact it is simply scrubbing.

The family is really poor, how can I change and wash the bedding?So the straw mat under my body is cheap, and I have a few extra volumes at home.

He had just finished tidying up here, but the old lady would throw a finger at his crotch again.

Zhao Wensong's expression was numb, and he was stunned for a while before rolling up his sleeves and continuing to tidy up.

By the time everything was cleared up, it was already dark.

After a busy day, he didn't drink a drop of water, his whole body was sore and limp, and he just wanted to lie down for a long time.

Unfortunately, he couldn't lie down.

I can only use the light of the fire to make a fire and cook.

Fortunately, my family is poor and I don't have much food, so I don't need to think about it. I only have a few pieces of taro, which can be boiled.

The orange fire light made Zhao Wensong's complexion cloudy and uncertain.

That is the desire to die, and it is also greedy for life.

"Clap!"

The crackling sound of firewood made the night more quiet.

Zhao Wensong fell asleep with his arms around his knees and his face buried in his knees.

I don't know how long it has passed, but he faintly heard some movements beside him.

He raised his head in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and saw a familiar figure faintly in the dark side room with a little stove fire, opening the inverted jar placed in the corner of the wall in the dark, and took out a black pickle.

After the figure took the pickles, he turned his head and saw Zhao Wensong woke up, and scolded with a smile: "You child, you dozed off while the fire was burning, and the water was boiled dry. Father is a virtue!"

Hearing the old lady's familiar yelling and cursing, Zhao Wensong grinned.

This dream is so real.

...I really want to never wake up from a dream.

(End of this chapter)