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

Chapter 38
As the red sun dawned, the Qian Mansion in Jiangcheng was already busy.

For weddings and funerals, the most important thing is a good day and auspicious day.

The same is true for dark marriages.

In order to catch up with the good time, you have to prepare carefully.In case the time is delayed, delaying the joint burial is a small matter, but a big matter affecting the family's luck.

No, it was dawn over there, and the sound of blowing, blowing, and beating in Qian's mansion was already noisy.

The vermilion coffin passed through the door and walked towards Tuoyun Mountain along the main road in the city.

Compared with yesterday's tens of thousands of crowds watching in empty alleys, today there are far fewer people doing good things. After leaving the city, only the funeral procession is left.

The funeral officials selected by the Qian family were quite knowledgeable, and the time was right and accurate.

As soon as the time arrived, the funeral procession arrived at the destination.

This is a depression between Tuoyun Mountain and the wild, surrounded by overgrown weeds and extremely barren.

The second son of the Qian family who died young is buried here.

This is not because the Qian family is stingy with the land, it is purely due to local customs.

——But infants and young children died young, and they were forbidden to enter the ancestral graves, but could only be buried in water.

After the funeral, the coffin is broken and the spirit rises.

Even if the Qian family is rich, and the second son is buried in a good coffin, after 11 years of erosion, the so-called spiritual gain is only a few dead bones.

Fortunately, Mrs. Liu was not eligible for the funeral, otherwise she would have burst into tears upon seeing this.

After the spirit is awakened, it is a joint burial.

After the two coffins sank into the tomb, Bai Shi Zhibin built a gutter between the two coffins as usual, implying "crossing the bridge".

Fill the space, burn red paper money, and hold a wedding ceremony.

The blazing fire burned the mountains of paper piercing objects into ashes, and they were thrown into the sky, flying with the wind, and disappeared.

So far, this ridiculous ghost marriage has finally come to an end.

But for Mo Chuan, this matter has just begun.

Coincidentally, the joint burial tomb was in a mountain depression, which was convenient for him to monitor.

He observed the terrain carefully, chose a high ground, and imitated the cunning rabbit in the mountain, hiding among the deciduous bushes, hiding his figure.

At this point, all that remains is to wait patiently.

The morning time passed quickly, after all, there was a ghost wedding to watch.

In the afternoon, the time can be tough.

When Mo Chuan was bored, he wanted to practice the Taoism of the Three Scenes, but he was worried that his mind would sink into it and he could not care about external things.

Simply thinking about the inheritance of Yunji Temple.

In the past few days, the Yunji Temple teachings have gradually covered practical parts.

Basically how to use Yuan Qi, and the power of the three lights of the sun, moon, and chen!

The content of this piece is very mixed.

After listening for a long time, Mo Chuan probably sorted out some clues.

The core of the Taoist Practical Chapter of Yunji Temple lies in the three great mantras!

They are:
The sun curse, the moon spell, and the fighting spell. 【Note 1】

If the Taoism of the Three Views is the root system of the Yunji Temple, then the three great mantras are the branches that support the Yunji Temple!
The rest of the miscellaneous talisman spells are all the twigs and leaves growing on these branches.

Yunji Temple has extremely strict requirements on the inheritance of the three great mantras, so it was only mentioned in the late-night teaching, but not taught.

What Juezhenzi taught in his big classroom were all insignificant branches and leaves.

Even so, Mo Chuan still benefited a lot.

For example, how to attach the sun light to the weapon, so as to have the ability to kill evil and delusion!
Another example is how to use the moonlight to wake up the mind and be wise.

...and so on, and so on.

These methods of application are quite complicated, and while Mo Chuan was pondering carefully, before he knew it, the time passed by, and the sunset seemed like a tree.

The mountains and fields gradually became lively.

Mice, mountain rabbits, wild boars, yellow skins... ran past the tomb from time to time, but they were looking for the sacrifice to eat.

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

A childish voice suddenly came from behind, the voice was so close that it seemed to be right next to my ear.

Mo Chuan, who was looking at the beast with fascination, was startled, and suddenly looked back.

I saw a young boy with long hair, looking at him with wide-open black eyes, his eyes were full of curiosity.

Looking carefully, he was wearing a white narrow-sleeved top with a bra on his waist, crotch-length pants on his lower body, and two small hairpins on the back of his head.

It looks very much like Nezha head!

"Of course, look at the birds and beasts."

Mo Chuan took a slight breath and replied with a smile.

"What's so interesting about birds and animals? I'm tired of watching them every day."

Zhitong looked smug, and couldn't wait to say after finishing speaking: "Brother, can you play games with me?"

"What game do you want to play?" Mo Chuan asked.

"Hmm... shall we play blind fish? I'll knock on the wooden fish, but you're blindfolded." As the child spoke, he found a gray-white skull that looked like a wooden fish out of nowhere.

Mo Chuan looked at the small skull, and his heart almost missed a beat: "I can't hear well, so you should blindfold me, and I'll knock on the wooden fish."

Hearing this, the childish boy shook his head like a rattle: "No, no! You will run away, so no one will play games with me."

Mo Chuan narrowed his eyes, thinking about it.

The child has a new idea: "Let's play a bamboo circus! You run, I chase."

Mo Chuan pondered for a while and said, "That works!"

"Great!"

The toddler clapped his hands excitedly, stretched out his hand and jumped, and broke off two branches from the one-foot-high tree.

"Which one do you want?"

Seeing this, Mo Chuan's eyes were complicated. He remembered that when he was a ghost, not to mention breaking off branches, he couldn't even touch the real thing.

In order to kill the heavy stone, he deliberately covered the skin with paint and stole the root of the stone.

"I'm fine with this one!"

Mo Chuan bent down, picked up a dead branch from the ground, imitated the childish appearance, put it under his crotch, held the front end with one hand, and let the rear end drag the ground, as a fake horse.

"I'll count, count to three and start!"

The childish child began to count seriously: "One, two... three!"

When the second sound sounded, Mo Chuan rushed out with a whoosh.

"Brother, you are lying..."

The childish boy shouted, but his voice was extremely excited, and he ran after him with his legs, and his little mouth did not forget to imitate the voice of the royal horse:

"Drive! Drive! Drive!".

"Brother, slow down! Pony run, run, run!"

The childish boy yelled, pretending to hold a whip with the other hand, and whipped it on the branch under his crotch.

"Hee hee, you were fooled, I caught up with you!"

In the blink of an eye, the childish boy had already run to Mo Chuan's side, tilting his head proudly, looking at Mo Chuan.

"Forget it! What do you want to do?"

Mo Chuan stopped and his expression became serious.

"Playing games? Brother, you are so slow! My pony is the best!"

The childish child didn't seem to notice Mo Chuan's serious look, and looked like he was immersed in the game with joy.

"How about... let's change the game?"

Mo Chuan frowned and asked tentatively.

"Yeah!"

The toddler dropped the branch, looking expectant.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"I, I... I don't remember."

"You want a wife?"

"Daughter-in-law? Is it the kind of daughter-in-law who can play fighting games at night?"

"...That's it!"

"I want it! I want it! Brother, do you have it?"

"I do not have."

"what?"

The childish boy suddenly became depressed.

However, the child's sadness came and went quickly, and he quickly put it behind him: "Brother, what game are we playing?"

"Let's play a horse pit game! Whoever jumps into this incense burner first wins, how about it?"

Mo Chuan called out the sacrificial stove and placed it between the two of them.

"Good good!"

Seeing this, the toddler clapped his hands with joy.

"I'll report the number. You are not allowed to jump ahead of time. Whoever cheats is a puppy."

"Well, whoever cheats is a puppy!"

The childish child had a face of approval, and his eyes were fixed on the mouth of the stove.

"One...two...three...jump!"

With a whoosh, the child leaped high, threw his tail high, and got into the sacrificial stove.

Mo Chuan immediately waved his hand, and the sacrificial stove suddenly disappeared, hiding in his soul again.

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　　Note 1, quoted from "The Mantra of the Three Caves of the Supreme Being"]

　　
　
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