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

Chapter 228 Seeing Qingwei Again
The old farmer who used yarrow instead of incense said that there is a big monster here!
Mo Chuan turned around, not to mention the big monster, he didn't even see the remnants of his soul.

However, when he saw Monk Deng Cao's uncontrollable fear, he believed it!
The senses of evil spirits are already sharper than ordinary people, so it is not surprising to notice any special aura. This can be regarded as the beast's intuition left over from the birth of monsters from beasts.

"Maybe you feel the source of fear?" Mo Chuan asked again.

"Hehehe... Dao, Master Dao... I can't, I can't feel it..." After a few breaths, Monk Deng Cao was already shaking with fear, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan didn't ask any more questions, and sent Monk Deng Cao back to Yancheng with a wave of his hand.

Turning around, he called Xiaoyun Mountain Lord out again.

"Officer Yu, pay homage to the Immortal Elder!"

Lord Xiaoyun fell to the ground and turned into a hunter in the mountains. He bowed to him and saluted him, but he couldn't help showing a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

A pair of tiger eyes looked left and right.

"Looking around like this, could it be that there is something different here?" Mo Chuan asked.

"Returning to the immortal head, Yu Li has a feeling of being peeped."

"Oh? Which direction?"

Lord Xiaoyunshan looked left and right, with a layer of cold sweat faintly breaking out on his forehead: "If you go back to Immortal Chief, Yu officials can't feel it."

Hearing this, Mo Chuan waved and put Mr. Xiaoyun away, and immediately left the inn and walked out of the city.

After leaving Fengdu and confirming that no one was following him, he called Xiaoyunshan Lord out and asked, "How do you feel now?"

Lord Xiaoyunshan looked at the surrounding wilderness and the indistinct city walls in the distance, with more cold sweat on his forehead, but even more suspicious: "Immortal Chief, is there a big monster entrenched here?"

"Oh, why do you say it's a big demon?"

"Yu Li only felt that there was a hair-raising atmosphere in the sky and the earth, as if... encountering an invincible natural enemy!"

"Can you trace the source of this breath?"

Lord Xiaoyunshan shook his head: "This breath seems to be everywhere, and the source cannot be identified at all."

Mo Chuan remained silent, his heart beating wildly.

Fear stems from the unknown.

The reactions of Monk Deng Cao and Lord Xiaoyun Tiger all prove that this place is extremely dangerous.

How to do?
Just leave?

"call--"

Mo Chuan took a deep breath and raised his eyes to look at the city wall of Fengdu. At dusk, it was like the setting sun of blood, coating the stretching city wall with a layer of blood.

At the gates of hell?

Fengdu?

Big demon?

Could it be that this place is really linked to hell?
After thinking for a while, Mo Chuan gritted his teeth, waved away Little Cloud Tiger, and returned to Fengdu again.

When he reached the base of the Fengdu city wall, he took a slight breath, chanted endlessly in the air, and cast the land-safe spell again.

"Yuanshi'an Town, tell all spirits, Yuedu is the real official, the land is only spirit..."

"what--"

As soon as the incantation fell, Mo Chuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he made a formula with both hands, and Yuan Qi was beating endlessly.

'Boom—'

Seeing the air in front of him suddenly rippled, a green ghost suddenly squeezed out, struggled endlessly, roared and grabbed Mo Chuan.

"The green ghost?"

Mo Chuan was shocked.

Sheqing ghost is one of the four ghosts of Taoism.

It is said that this ghost is more terrifying than the red-clothed ghost. As long as the corpse exists, it can be reunited with the corpse. It is immortal and very difficult to deal with.

Therefore, if you want to kill the Sheqing Ghost, you must first find the corpse and burn it, making it a rootless source, and then you can use thunder to destroy it.

Thinking of this, Mo Chuan's deterrent talisman, which Mo Chuan hadn't used for a long time, flashed from his fingertips and shot away.

With his top three cultivation base, a talisman is enough to suppress and kill Jiazi's evil ghosts. When it falls on the Sheqing ghost, it's like throwing a stone into a lake.

"As expected of the Four Daoist Ghosts!"

Mo Chuan was surprised, and when his thoughts changed, he subconsciously wanted to use whatever method he wished to cut his way.

"Fellow daoist, keep your hands, this is a poor dao protector!"

An anxious cry came, interrupting Mo Chuan's spellcasting.

Following the prestige, he saw a middle-aged Taoist wearing a pure yang scarf on his head, a bright yellow deluo, and cloud shoes, who came through the wall like a dark soldier, screaming incessantly.

Looking at Sheqing Ghost again, although he still growled, his ferocious face was full of bloodthirsty desire;

But after the Taoist priest appeared, he immediately stopped attacking.

"Poverty Dao Xuanzhen is a disciple of Qingwei Palace. He passed by the treasure land and sent Dharma protectors to protect him. Unexpectedly, he was summoned by fellow Taoists. It was a misunderstanding!"

Taoist Xuanzhen cupped his hands again and again, a trace of doubt and deep fear flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"It turned out to be a disciple of Qingwei Palace. The poor Taoist has a lot of misunderstandings, so I hope Haihan!"

Hearing this, Mo Chuan immediately withdrew the power of An Tutu's magic spell, and a trace of doubt flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He knows Qingwei Palace.

This is one of the first temples he knew when he stepped into this world.

The Chong Shizi who once cheated his life and was crushed to death by him was a disciple of Qingwei Palace.

Now it seems that Qingwei Palace is very good at controlling ghosts?

I especially like the four ghosts of Taoism!
"It's okay, it's okay! Fellow Daoist is polite, I don't know how to call you?"

Seeing that Mo Chuan released the Sheqing Ghost, Xuanzhen hurriedly shook the Sanqing bell to put away the Sheqing Ghost, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not in a hurry to rescue the Sheqing Ghost, otherwise the misunderstanding would be minor and the loss of the Sheqing Ghost would be serious.

"Poverty Daoist Mingchen, a wandering Taoist priest, passed by here, and was startled by the ghostly aura in the city, so he took the initiative to summon him. Fortunately, no major mistakes were made."

Mo Chuan talked nonsense.

Of course he wouldn't say that he discovered Sheqinggui by accident.

"Fellow Daoist, please be polite."

Xuanzhen cupped his hands, saw that Mo Chuan was quite kind, thought for a while and said: "Meeting is fate, it's getting late now, why don't you and I go to the city to make a pot of tea and sit and talk?"

Mo Chuan cupped his hands: "That's exactly what I mean."

With a wave of Xuan Zhen's hand, ripples rippled on the city wall: "Please!"

Relying on his skill and courage, Mo Chuan stepped in and saw the surrounding scenery drifting, as if he was walking underground in Fengdu.

After a while, it went straight through the wall and landed in an inn.

"Friend Daoist is amazing!" Mo Chuan had an eye-opening look on his face.

"Haha, this is the way of the underworld, and people walk on the road of ghosts. Compared with the way of arresting ghosts ordered by fellow Taoists, it is nothing more than a trivial skill!" Xuan Zhen waved his hands modestly.

"Fellow Daoist is humble."

The two greeted each other briefly, and then the guest of honor was seated.

"I don't know if you know this Fengdu before?" After exchanging pleasantries, Taoist Xuanzhen asked.

"Don't hide it from fellow daoists, I don't know anything about it when I'm new here."

"That's it!" Xuan Zhen nodded, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't know how to speak.

"However, Pindao has been walking all the way, and found this place is quite strange." Mo Chuan said again, leading to the topic.

"Oh, where is the blame?"

"The population is thriving, and the vegetation is lush." ​​Mo Chuan paused, staring at Xuanzhen's eyes and said, "It's as clean as clean, and there are no ghosts or ghosts."

The Qingwei in these words is not Qingwei Palace, but one of the fairylands——Qingwei Tian.

"Fellow Daoist, do you really mean this?" Xuan Zhen asked seriously, his whole body trembling.

"Naturally."

"It's no wonder that Pindao searched the whole city and found no souls left."

Xuanzhen muttered to himself, after a long while, he gritted his teeth and said: "To tell you the truth, fellow Taoist, there is a disciple who has been missing in Fengdu for five years."

(End of this chapter)