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

Chapter 31
In the sympathy of his mind, Mo Chuan only knew that the sacrificial stove can intercept the incense of the owner!

However, in the actual experience, Mo Chuan found that the functions of the Dao Furnace for Sacrificial Sacrifice are far more than these.

In other words, from the function of intercepting the ownerless incense, various magical functions can be derived.

For example, when using incense as a mirror, you can detect the tiny details around the incense.

At this moment, since he couldn't see Mrs. Zhang's main house following her, why didn't he take a closer look through the mirror of incense?
I don't know if Mo Chuan's skin has a halo of good feelings;
It was Zhang Yuanwai who went to the doctor indiscriminately for an emergency.

In short, Zhang Yuanwai fully agreed to Mo Chuan's request.

Recently, in order to exorcise evil spirits, the Zhang family has prepared all kinds of magic tools and materials. They even raised a few donkeys and a few black dogs, waiting to draw their hooves and draw blood at any time.

The three incense sticks naturally stopped talking.

Soon, the servants brought incense.

Zhang Yuanwai knelt in front of the door tremblingly, offering incense and praying to the Patriarch Master Mingchen.

At this scene, the two shamans next to him looked at each other in blank dismay.

'It's done! '

Mo Chuan felt the faint scent of incense coming from the sacrificial offering stove, and was surprised as well as pleasantly surprised.

He has seen personal incense.

For example, although the incense of Li Guanqi's wife is weak, it is extremely tenacious, far surpassing Zhang Yuanwai by a hundred times and a thousand times.

"It seems that the Taoist Furnace intercepting the ownerless incense is also regarded as a color!" '

'No, to be precise, only the pure incense power can activate the interception threshold of the Dao Furnace for Sacrifice! '

Mo Chuan's thoughts flashed, and then his eyes fell into the incense, using it as a mirror to gain insight into the person offering incense and the surrounding environment.

When his eyes fell on the wife in charge, his expression suddenly became strange.

He unexpectedly saw a nine-inch-long bald monk at the entrance of the wife of the main house, who was walking slowly with his bridle in the middle of his wife's welcome.

"Fuck!"

A national quintessence couldn't help blurting out.

"Daoist..."

Zhang Yuanwai looked over with a blank face, completely unaware that thousands of horses were galloping above his head, and the grassland was green.

"Ahem, Pindao has discovered evil spirits!" Mo Chuan said sympathetically.

"Really, really?" Zhang Yuanwai was overjoyed.

Mo Chuan stepped into the room and yelled sharply: "Wu that bald donkey, come out! If you don't show up, don't blame Daoist, I will boil you into mud with golden crow fire!"

While speaking, Mo Chuan raised his right hand, and a ray of sunlight burst out from his palm.

The wife of the main house trembled, her skirt bulged, and a young monk with wet hair came out, bowed her head when she landed.

"Master Dao, spare your life! Lord Dao, spare your life!"

Its body is a drop of lamp oil, and it is most afraid of the aura of rigidity and yang. When it sees Mo Chuan, it is as natural as a mouse seeing a cat, and is extremely frightened.

"Pickled stuff, jump in by yourself!"

Mo Chuan pointed to the teapot beside him.

The monk was terrified, knowing that he was powerless to resist, so he jumped into the teapot.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan picked up the lid of the pot and put it on with a look of disgust.

If it weren't for him still having some doubts to prove, he would have killed this filthy thing with a single sword.

"Master Dao, this, this is..."

Zhang Yuanwai, who was standing at the door, had been dumbfounded for a long time.

It wasn't until the villain entered the teapot that he dared to ask.

"Don't panic, it's just a small monster with good morals. Now it has been subdued by the poor. Madam just needs to take care of her body."

Mo Chuan was quite sympathetic.

"That's good! That's good!"

Zhang Yuanwai was overjoyed, looking at his wife again, he was no longer out of breath, and even fell into a deep sleep peacefully.

"The calamity has been resolved, and I will bid farewell to the poor!"

Mo Chuan cupped his hands and walked away.

"and many more!"

Zhang Yuanwai hurriedly shouted:
"The Daoist solves Zhang's worries and problems, how can he leave without a sip of tea? When the news spreads, the world still thinks that Zhang doesn't understand the rules! Daoist, it's better to stop for a meal, and Zhang can bring his family to thank him."

Mo Chuan replied meaningfully after hearing the words:

"As the sun goes down, Pindao will temporarily stay in Juxian Tower for a night. If Zhang Yuanwai is willing, he can send someone to pay the room fee for Pindao."

After speaking, he strode away.

When Zhang Yuanwai heard the words, his old face suddenly panicked with embarrassment!
If he really cares about reputation, isn't giving gold and silver a hundred times better than staying food?
The so-called keeping people for meals is just because Mo Chuan is worried that this is a solution to the symptoms rather than the root cause, and he wants to observe and observe.

……

Let's say that after Mo Chuan left, he went straight to Juxian Building and opened an upper room.

After checking left and right, it was confirmed that there were no ears on the partition wall, so he put the teapot on the table and said, "Come out!"

With a shake of the teapot, the nine-inch-long little monk popped out, landed on the table, bowed his head and said, "The little monk has seen the Taoist master."

Mo Chuan said: "Tell me about your background!"

The little monk quickly said: "Yes, Daoist. The little monk was originally a natural rush plant, but it was picked by someone at some time to make a candle. When the fire burned his whole body, the little monk was anxious to save his life, squeezed into a drop of oil and jumped out. , it became what it is now.”

Mo Chuan asked: "It turns out that plants and trees become spirits! If so, why do such filthy things?"

The little monk said: "Master Dao has a clear lesson, this is the method of water jade flowing beads, yin cauldron and yang furnace, double cultivation."

Mo Chuan had a half-smile but not a smile: "You are quite courageous, dare to use your words to run on poor people?"

The little monk kowtowed: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"

Mo Chuan sneered and said: "One bottle is not full, half bottle is dangling! You are a monster, Mrs. Zhang Yuanwai is a human being, this is a method of dual cultivation? This is clearly picking up Yin to supplement Yang! Tell me, where did you hear about the Yinding Yang Furnace?" what?"

The little monk said: "Mr. Zhang is in his study."

Mo Chuan was curious: "Mr. Zhang?"

"Master Dao, I dare not lie and deceive you! The member of the Zhang family is forty-eight, but he begged for seven wives, and his strength has declined, so he is very obsessed with the method of dual cultivation. He searched a lot in the study, and the monk also read those books. Learn this practice method."

"Really? Not only did you not evade when the half-immortal god descended on demons, but you became even more aggressive. Can the art in the room studied by mortals have such an effect?"

While speaking, Mo Chuan's eyes glowed, and Rimang couldn't stop talking.

"Master Dao Mingjian, that, that is indeed the art in the room recorded in the study! It's just that the little monk found a piece of Taoism in the middle of a book, which is called Dengchao!"

"Oh? Recite it for me. Don't play tricks. If the Taoist master finds out, I will immediately cook you into lamp oil!"

"Yes! Master Dao!"

The little monk was frightened, and quickly recited the Taoism.

After hearing this, Mo Chuan was shocked.

【copy】

——The meaning of ascension, the foundation of re-engraving.

That is, this technique can amplify certain characteristics of the transaction.

For example, it can make the flames burn hotter and the water flow more turbulent.

Unexpectedly, this little monk actually used it in a woman's lust, no wonder Mrs. Zhang Yuanwai's joy was almost painful.

"Is the paper recording this Taoism still there?"

Mo Chuan asked calmly.

"Yes, Master Dao, I'm going to get it for Master Dao right now!"

"Tell me the location, Master Dao, I'll get it myself!"

"Yes, Lord Dao."

The little monk didn't dare to hide anything, so he explained the location in detail.

After hearing this, Mo Chuan pouted towards the teapot: "Go back!"

"Yes, Lord Dao."

The little monk was distressed in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, so he could only respectfully turn around and get into the teapot.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan threw the teapot into the stove again.

——He has experimented a long time ago. The stove for offering sacrifices can hold living things, and it is naturally no problem to hold light grass and monks.

After doing this, he got up and went out.

Not long after, I found an old beggar in a hidden alley, spent half a penny, and sent him on a trip to fetch a piece of blue paper as thin as a cicada's wing under a deserted earth temple.

"Sure enough, word for word!"

"This dirty thing shouldn't have the ability to cheat. If it really has such delicate thoughts, it won't do such filthy things in broad daylight!"

"but……"

Mo Chuan's thoughts changed, and a new idea emerged in his mind.

　[I won't introduce the origin of this little monk. It was filmed in Hong Kong and was one of the top ten forbidden books in ancient times.This book has made two assumptions, don't worry about it. 】

　　
　
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