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

Chapter 252
Taoist Qingyuan, whose heart was ashamed, suddenly raised his head to look at Mo Chuan when he heard the words, and then looked down at the jade vase on the table, his wrinkled old face shone with disbelief.

Rejuvenation Pill... Rejuvenation?
Doesn't this mean that after taking this pill, he will have a chance to start over?
His lips trembled, wondering if this was a miracle?Or is it a beautiful illusion created by the thing in the cup?
He even forgot to speak, just stared blankly at the jade bottle, breathing heavily.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan knew that Qingyuan still needed time to buffer, so he turned around and left.

At this time, Taoist Rongyang, the master of the Sword and Stick Pavilion, looked at Mo Chuan with a complicated expression, and said in a hesitant voice, "...Friend Daoist, why is this?"

Mo Chuan said with a smile: "Senior nephew Qingyuan is so upright, if the poor Taoist turns a blind eye to it, isn't it really old-fashioned and dizzy?"

The master of the Jianzhang Pavilion turned his head to look at his disciple Qingyuan, his eyes rested on the broken Yang bamboo for a while, and suddenly he laughed: "Fellow Daoists, you are doing wonderful things!"

Mo Chuan said: "The wine is not smooth, the conversation is for the enjoyment, why not go to another place, toast and drink?"

Taoist Rongyang: "That's exactly what I mean."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and immediately left the bamboo forest of Jianzhang Pavilion side by side.

The two of them didn't go far, they came across a thatched hut and sat down, waving their sleeves, pouring fine wine on the stone table.

The two ate melons and fruits, chatted while drinking, Taoist Rongyang was very excited, and talked about Taoist Qingyuan.

It was an afternoon 20 years ago, Taoist Rongyang went to Biancheng to visit friends, and when he passed the city gate, he saw a group of people discussing around the gate.

Leaning over to have a look, hey, it's an abandoned baby.

Strange to say, it is common to see baby girls abandoned at this age, but it is rare to see baby boys.

After all, no matter how bad it is, you can always find someone to adopt, and you will have a dream in the future, so Rong Yang speculates that this is either an illegitimate child, or a hidden disease.

He didn't understand it at all, but the cries of struggling for his life caused him to take away the abandoned baby by accident, and took the name:
——Qingyuan.

It is taken from a proverb in "Yin Fu Jing": Blind hearing, deaf seeing, wonderful mind, and ten times the power of clearing the source.

As the saying goes: the deaf see well, the blind hear well.

Since Qing Yuan was abandoned by his parents, he should make great contributions to the Taoism.

"Hahaha, now that I think about it, I'm afraid that all of this is due to the poor selfishness and being hated by the world, which has resulted in the bitter fruit of today." Speaking of this, Taoist Rongyang smiled wryly and shook his head.

Mingqing Palace is powerful and has a long line of Taoism.

However, the root lies in Shouyuan, and there are very few successful autopsies.

Under the bamboo forest of the sword and stick, there are many bones, which is the proof.

Taoist Rongyang has taken in many apprentices in his life, but most of them stopped at the time of autopsy, no wonder he is so utilitarian.

"The way of corpse analysis, after all, it is against the sky, and it is normal not to be liked by the world." Mo Chuan sighed.

These words can only be uttered by a "snatcher".

If the side said, I'm afraid it can make Rongyang Dao so popular that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven!
"That's right! Pindao has a lot of disciples in his life, but only a few of them have become talented, and those who have successfully dissected their corpses are also rare. If you think about it carefully, only Ning Jin and Ke Fa are worth mentioning."

Taoist Rongyang sighed.

Mo Chuan didn't say a word, thinking to himself, in the final analysis, it was because the fault tolerance rate of the autopsy method was too low.

He has traveled around the Dajing Dynasty, and he has seen a lot of orthodoxy, and there are many strict ones, but ones as cruel as the corpse exorcising Taoism can be called scorpion shit—a poison!
"The Daoist sect is seriously ill, let the fellow daoist laugh at you. By the way, the fellow daoist came here, and the poor Taoist has already learned about it from his senior brother. I don't know if you will gain anything from going to the Sutra Pavilion?" Taoist Rongyang changed the subject.

Mo Chuan shook his head, his brows hard to conceal the seriousness.

"Fellow daoists have also seen that the way of replacing corpses with swords and sticks is already a great way in my Mingqing Palace. Even so, the future is still bumpy and full of difficulties; Fear is as difficult as ascending to the sky."

Taoist Rongyang paused for a moment, then said again: "Poverty Taoist doesn't understand, why don't fellow Taoists want to refine their souls to fit the body of the mountain god?"

Mo Chuan said: "Don't hide it from fellow Taoists, the poor Taoist believes that the soul is the foundation of cultivation, and the act of refining the soul may leave the root and chase the end, sowing the root of disaster."

Rong Yang was silent.

The topic turned back to the sword and soldiers' destruction, but unfortunately, the two discussed it all night, but they didn't discuss a ugly Yinmao.

It was only when the sky was getting brighter that I said goodbye.

Mo Chuan decided to go to the Sutra Pavilion again.

This time, he no longer looked at those failed and successful cases, but started from the most basic scriptures on corpse dissection, hoping to comprehend the way of corpse dissection from the most subtle points.

Just as a scripture book was opened, an incense stick curled up.

Mo Chuan glanced casually, but saw a woman with three or four children, kneeling in front of the ancestral tablet, offering incense and praying, begging the men in the family not to go to prostitutes again.

"what--"

He remembered that he had received incense from this woman before, but he didn't expect that after he brushed it away, he would be so persistent that it would come again indistinctly.

Could it be that there is a mountain charm fox spirit who turns into a prostitute, seduces people's hearts, and eats people's yang energy?

Mo Chuan, who had this thought in his mind, waved away the incense with a wave of his hand.

He himself is already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and he can't protect himself, so he will naturally and unconsciously accept these obsessive incense for a while.

He has seen a lot of joys and sorrows in the world, and he has already opened his mind to these things.

If you really want to study it carefully, where is there no tragedy?
How can he manage it with his own strength?After all, if you are poor, you will benefit yourself alone, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world.

After the incense was blown off, he calmed down and continued to read it, hoping for the help of relics, there are many obscure scriptures, there is no need to ponder them carefully, the meaning will be self-evident when you see them.

Seeing this, I gradually fell into a trance, and it was two days and one night in a trance.

During this period, Taoist Rongyang came once, and seeing him absorbed in reading, he stopped disturbing him and left without a sound.

Two days later, Mo Chuan closed the scripture in his hand and let out a soft breath.

Starting from the theory this time, he has a deeper understanding of the way of dissolving corpses, especially the way of exterminating swords and soldiers. He has already figured out some truth.

"It's because I was too hasty. I want the help of relics. I have a strong body and endless thoughts. I don't know how much better than those seniors in Mingqing Palace. They can't comprehend it, but it doesn't mean that the poor can't comprehend it."

"Since this is the case, it's better to let go of distracting thoughts and concentrate on enlightenment. With the 700-year demon pill in hand, no matter how much time is wasted, it can be recovered at any time."

After thinking about this, Mo Chuan suddenly became enlightened.

He got up and left the Sutra Pavilion, and was going to talk to Taoist Rongyang to stay for a while with the audacity.

I don't want to, as soon as I left the Sutra Pavilion, I saw a young Taoist at the door, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

He seemed to have a feeling in his heart, his eyes opened slightly, and when he saw Mo Chuan, his face was overjoyed, he got up quickly, cupped his hands, and bowed to the end:

"Disciple Qingyuan, pay homage to Senior Shoushan God!"

"What's the matter?"

"The disciple wants to destroy the sword tomorrow, so I respectfully invite the senior to move to the Sword and Staff Pavilion to observe the ceremony up close."

Mo Chuan frowned suddenly: "Is this what fellow Taoist Rongyang meant?"

Qing Yuan smiled and said: "Senior, you have worried too much. No one coerces or tempts you when you make this decision. It's really because this disciple had an epiphany when he was on the verge of life and death. He wants to use the sword to prove what he realized."

Mo Chuan sneered and said, "Take off your pants and fart! After the destruction of swordsmen, even if you reshape your body, it will only be a mortal body with naked eyes. How is it different from your current mortal body?"

Isn't it?Daoist Qingyuan who took Huantong Pill has already rejuvenated his body and returned to his peak.

Even if the sword is destroyed, the flesh is refined with blood and energy, it is still a fleshy fetus, and the lifespan will not be increased much at all.

Therefore, Mo Chuan suspected that Qing Yuan's move was most likely inspired by Rong Yang or Chi Yang, in order to help him and repay Tong Dan's kindness.

"Senior's words are wrong! After the destruction of the swordsmen, although the lifespan does not increase, but after the shape is refined, the fleshy fetus is better. This is the creation of heaven and earth, how can it be compared with the immortal body of Yangzhu?" Qingyuan smiled.

Curious!Madness!
This was the only feeling Mo Chuan felt at this moment.

Qing Yuan worshiped the Sword and Staff Pavilion and repaired the Sword and Staff Replacement Corpse, but now he suddenly refuted the way of the Sword and Staff Replacement Corpse, this is not arrogance, what is it?
Suddenly, Mo Chuan remembered what Qing Yuan said when he destroyed the bamboo yesterday:

——After Dao De Cong Xin died, this body was in my lifetime.

There is a deep meaning in these words!

Could it be that he really had an epiphany on the line of life and death?
"There are six ways to refine the shape, which one do you want to go?" Mo Chuan asked in confusion.

The so-called shape refining method corresponds to the soul refining method taught to Mo Chuan by Taoist Rongyang.

If it is said that the method of refining the soul is to cut one's feet to fit one's shoes;

Then the shape-refining rule is to weave the shoes to fit the feet.

There are six methods of shape refining, namely:
——The shape of the sun, the shape of the sun, the shape of the gold liquid, the shape of the jade liquid, the shape of the inner view, and the shape of the real.

This is the only external force that can be borrowed at the time of autopsy, and because of the different external forces borrowed, the reshaped physical body is also very different.

"For the purpose of proving the Tao, the disciple wants to follow the two paths of yin and yang, and seize the good fortune of the yin and the sun at the dawn."

Mo Chuan's eyes flickered, and he was sure that Qingyuan's words and deeds were not ordered by Mingqing Palace, otherwise wouldn't it be safe to act steadily and walk along at will?
Why bother to follow the two ways of yin and yang that have not been recorded in Mingqing Palace?
"Have you thought about it? If the sword is destroyed and the body is self-destructed, if the success fails, the poor will not be able to get the elixir of life and death." Mo Chuan finally warned.

"To be honest, this disciple has lost his mind and is already impatient. If senior hadn't been engrossed in reading the book, he might have drawn his sword and killed himself." Qing Yuan smiled, looking extremely conceited.

"In that case, the poor should watch the ceremony!" Mo Chuan said.

"The disciple is waiting for the senior to come!" Qing Yuan clasped his hands, took a step back, and immediately turned around to leave, with his waist straight, like a bamboo.

"interesting."

Mo Chuan murmured, then shook his head, and went to the tent.

The sundial engraved gradually moves, and the light flows.

Before you know it, the sun is setting, the night is shrouded, and the moon is like water.

Mo Chuan set off early, and when he arrived at the bamboo forest of Jianzhang Pavilion, he was surprised to find that the forest was already crowded with Taoists.

These Taoists, sitting or standing, whispered in groups of three or four.

Taking a closer look, most of them have good cultivation, and they look like people but not people. It seems that they have successfully dissected their bodies and stepped into the avenue.

It's just that because of the different soul objects, they also have different temperaments.

When these people saw Mo Chuan, they all smiled and nodded to show their kindness.

Mo Chuan also looked back one by one.

Taoist Rongyang greeted him, introduced Mo Chuan to fellow Taoists, and introduced Mo Chuan one by one.

Most Taoists are very enthusiastic about Mo Chuan.

Even a few cold-tempered people gave a little smile.

After entering the crowd, not long after, a Taoist couldn't help asking about returning Tong Dan.

Mo Chuan was not surprised by this.

For the Mingqing Palace, the Rejuvenation Pill is called the Pill of Trial and Error.It's like having an extra life, can you not be envious?

"To be honest with fellow Taoists, the Huantong Pill is a fifth-grade elixir, obtained from Lord Lei of Shoushan Mountain. Lei Jun is good at alchemy, as long as you take out the corresponding treasures, it is not difficult to obtain the elixir."

Mo Chuan lightly pointed the finger at "Lei Jun".

His relationship with Mingqing Palace is too close, but it is not easy to do business.

In particular, he gave Daoist Qingyuan one for nothing, which inevitably gave people a sense of cheapness, so it would be better to push it on Mr. Lei.

If you want to ask for Dan, you can go to Shoushan to exchange it yourself.

After the sound fell, the Taoists of Mingqing Palace looked at each other in blank dismay, and many people put away their thoughts of seeking alchemy.

How much is the fifth-grade elixir worth? They are naturally clear.

To be honest, I was reluctant to use such a treasure pill on my disciples.

To put it cruelly, most of the disciples of Mingqing Palace are consumables, so in addition to the way of exterminating swords and soldiers, most of the disciples who replace corpses with fake objects and swords and sticks require corpses to be dissected when they are young.

To put it bluntly, it is necessary to seek the Tao as soon as possible; in fact, it is unwilling to invest too many resources.

After all, the probability of success is too low. If you die early, you will die early, and you will not die for thousands of years.

However, having said that, there were still a few Mingqing Taoists who asked about Lei Jun's heels, suspected of seeking pills intentionally.

The episode passed, and the bamboo forest in Jianzhang Pavilion became more and more lively.

Many Taoists took this opportunity to throw out doubts about their practice, and came to a debate to enlighten the Tao.

Mo Chuan was in it and listened with great interest.

Occasionally, the inspiration came, and I interrupted to give a few suggestions, which also won a lot of praise.

After an unknown amount of time, the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

Mo Chuan felt something in his heart, and when he followed the trail, he saw Taoist Qingyuan coming at the pace of dragons and tigers.

Before the crowd, bow hands and salute.

Then sit cross-legged, facing the east, waiting for the red sun to break.

The night air was cold with the sound of bamboo, and the noisy discussions in the bamboo forest had completely quieted down.If you don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, and if you don't sell Qingyuan's face, everyone must give Rongyang three points of respect after all.

Mo Chuan sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated.

I don't know how long it has passed, he suddenly felt something, opened his eyes, and saw Qing Yuan holding the short blade with his right hand, pointing it at his heart, suddenly turned his head and smiled at him, exerted strength with his left hand, and slapped the handle of the knife.

"puff--"

The sharp blade pierced the Taoist robe, pierced the heart, and passed through the body.

"Thorn-"

Taoist Qingyuan let out a muffled groan, and pulled out the short blade suddenly, blood gushed out like mist, staining his whole body red.

At the right time, the red clouds pierced the sky, and the sun was shining down.

"Senior is optimistic!"

Qingyuan turned his head to look at Mo Chuan, grinned, and turned towards the morning glow with blood mist all over his body. He rose up with 20 years of cultivation, blowing up his soul, picking up a ray of yin energy from the west, and swallowing a mouthful of purple energy from the east. In the blood mist, transform Qi with blood, shape shape with Qi, and in that moment of flick of a finger, surpass the fortune of heaven and earth, and shape the body of Dao.

Then he saw the spewing blood mist quickly gather in front of Qing Yuan, like a tired bird returning to the forest, in the blink of an eye, a pair of crystal clear white bones were outlined.

In a few moments, the fascia is covered with flesh and blood, and the internal organs are coagulated one by one.In the blink of an eye, a handsome young man with a weak crown stood naked against the wind. If he could see the yin and yang, he would definitely exclaim like a fairy body.

At this moment, all the Taoist priests in the Sword and Stick Pavilion were dazzled and startled.

Mo Chuan, who had already cultivated his mind to escape from Taixu, felt his heart tremble even more.

Under Taixu's vision, all falsehoods dissipated, he saw the movement and changes of every strand of Yuan Qi, he also saw the movement and movement of every strand of blood energy, and he also had insight into the harmonious resonance of Yin and Yang Qi.

It can be said that looking at the sea stains is like a trickle, and seeing Songheng is like a cocoon.

The avenue will be done!

　Two in one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)