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

Chapter 4
"Master, are you crying?" Daotong subconsciously asked.

"Master is happy! Master is happy! The Patriarch is still here, and I, Fuluan, can see the success of the Daoist lineage!"

The old Daoist burst into tears, and under Xuanyun Daotong's surprised gaze, he took three sticks of incense, performed three salutes and nine kowtows, and kowtowed on his head.

Mo Chuan, who was startled to appear, has already retreated to his body, using the incense as a mirror, quietly watching Fu Luan watching the behavior of the old and the young.

When the old Taoist bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, the incense that had been surrounding his mouth and nose but could not be swallowed suddenly penetrated into his body.

In an instant, a power of incense that far surpassed that of the Chen family's sacrifices spread among his limbs and bones.

He only felt his body tremble, and a mysterious and mysterious feeling emerged from his heart.

"This should be... shed her body and turned into a ghost body!"

Even Mo Chuan, who had listened to the old Taoist lectures for two days, suddenly had a sense of enlightenment.

The next day, when the Chen family offered incense again, he immediately escaped into the Chen family's ancestral hall through the incense passage, and looked down:
really!

The hazy body now manifests itself as a real entity.

The appearance is the same as that of his body.

"It's really weird. The main body can feel the transformation into a ghost. Could it be that... the world where my main body lives is really a nether world?"

While Mo Chuan was amazed, he also secretly felt strange.

He will not be able to investigate this matter for a while, so he can only press it temporarily and talk about it later.

……

Back on the body, Mo Chuan received a courier after lunch.

When I opened it, I saw yellow paper, brushes, cinnabar...everything was there.

I have to say, this era of online shopping is really crazy!

Only unexpected, nothing impossible to buy.

He just searched casually yesterday, originally thinking of collecting the materials for the symbols one by one.

Unexpectedly, some merchants had thoughtfully prepared a talisman package, and even included a set of talismans.

The truth is astonishing.

After sorting out the material, Mo Chuan picked up the pen and licked Zhu, recalled it briefly, and then the pen went away.

The talisman to deter ghosts is the secluded offering of the ritual of fasting and offering sacrifices.

It's not just writing a seal character, it will be done.

The core point is "taboo", also known as Fudan.

That is to say, the word 聻 plus cloud head (rain) means to borrow the power of the gods!

Mo Chuan brushed his brush while chanting:
"A blue cloud cover on the head, three dots of gold on the left, the chariot moves the dragon's body, cuts the goblin with a catty knife, hears the sound of thunderbolts, scares away without stopping, and the magic soldiers rush like a law!"

The word falls, and the book is completed.

On the unremarkable yellow paper, the words on the head of the clouds flickered, returning to silence.

With a movement of mind, it was absorbed into the body like a painted skin.

"It turned out to be!"

Mo Chuan was surprised:
"Listen to the old Taoist saying that to deter ghosts is to borrow the power of the dummy. I have cast off the dummy body and become a ghost body. How can I still become a talisman? Could it be that once I was a duffy, the dummy's power will last forever?"

"Or, just shed the ghost body, and the body force has not completely dissipated?"

"I hope it's the former! However, the latter is also possible. I'd better take this opportunity to write more."

After thinking about it, Mo Chuan waved the wolf hair again, and wrote dozens of sheets in one breath, until he felt a little dizzy, and then stopped writing.

Looking up at the sky, it was already dark.

It's really strange that dozens of characters were written all afternoon!

Mo Chuan scratched his head and went out for dinner.

……

Time is like water, gurgling and passing by.

From then on, for several days, Mo Chuan used the incense as a mirror to listen quietly to Fuluan Taoist preaching.

During this period, the old Taoist set up altar painting talismans several times. In addition to the talisman of deterring ghosts, there are also talismans of town houses and talismans of pulling out the dead.

The town house talisman is similar to the deterring ghost talisman, which prevents sneaks from approaching the house.

Pulling out the death talisman is the talisman of supersalvation, and the talisman is burned when pulling out the sacrifice to the soul of the dead.

Mo Chuan was worried that the old man had unknown abilities, so he naturally didn't dare to show up.

I don't want to, since that time when he possessed the painting, there seems to be a mysterious connection between him and the old Taoist.

The old way can always succeed in drawing symbols.

On the fourth day, Xuanyun Daotong was asked to draw the talisman.

Unexpectedly, Xuanyun Daoist Tong Mingming's process was exactly the same. Although his writing strength was a little less than that of a horned dragon, it was much better than Mo Chuan, but he ended up failing every time.

This scene made Mo Chuan faintly realize something.

The old man also felt something.

On the fifth day, he asked Xuanyun Daotong to draw the talisman alone.

Mo Chuan thought over and over again, possessed himself to grab the brush, and the talisman was completed!
……

……

"Ancestors and ancestors, the little girl shouldn't be sacrificed, she is really forced to do nothing!"

"My husband, Li Guanqi, killed Cao Wen in a few days. The little girl spent all her wealth, but she was powerless to save her husband. I wanted to go with my husband, but I didn't want to. I have a son in my belly. I really can't bear to cut off the incense of the Li family!"

"Little girl has exhausted all means, and I only ask for the blessings of my ancestors, save my husband, and save the incense of the Li family!"

The mournful and lingering sound of prayers floats in the curling incense.

Mo Chuan, who used the incense as a mirror, saw a thin woman with a haggard, nearly out-of-shape expression lying on the ground in a simple and humble house, praying in a low voice.

On the table, the pottery bowl is used as a furnace, surrounded by green smoke.

——This is the third ownerless incense he felt.

Unexpectedly, his obsession is to save people? !
"Woooo... My ancestors, I know it's too difficult to save people. If it doesn't work, after my husband dies, I can ask him to entrust me with a dream!"

The woman probably also knew that it was absurd to rob the court to save people, and made her final appeal in grief.

Then the whole person collapsed on the ground in grief, almost fainting.

I don't know how long it has passed before she thought of the fetus in her womb, tried her best to get up, lay down on the couch, and fell into a deep sleep in ecstasy.

Not long after she fell asleep, a gleam of light suddenly appeared beside the extinguished pottery bowl incense burner.

When the twilight faded away, a man in a strange outfit with a cropped cut quietly appeared.

——This person is none other than Mo Chuan.

He glanced at the woman on the couch, then at the barren hut, and couldn't help but fall on the woman again.

In his eyes, the woman looked haggard, with a faint red glow on her body.

After Fu Luan's old Taoist lectures, he already knew that this was Yang Qi!

However, women's yang energy is very weak.

For normal people, Yang Qi should be red;

A martial artist full of blood and energy can even emit a white light like sunlight, which ghosts avoid.

It can be said: "People are three points afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are seven points afraid of people."

In other words, since this is the case, how can some ghosts harm people?
This is not easy to say, and it is not difficult to say difficult.

People lose their shells and turn into ghosts, gather together to form, and disperse to form Qi.

Through the seven orifices of the human body, it can enter the human body.

Commonly known as "upper body";
Also said "take method".

However, people have yang energy to protect the body, like a burning fire pond.

If the ghost is on the upper body, it is like passing through a fire pond. In the slightest, the vitality will be seriously injured, and in the severest case, the body will die and the dao will disappear.

Unless it is a big demon who has been through the ages, his spirit is solidified, and he is not afraid of the sun, he will naturally not be afraid of the yang.

Therefore, ordinary ghosts, even if they use the upper body, they often look for children's sick bodies.

Right now, the woman's yang energy is fading like embers, which is a good place for her upper body to go.

Taking away its essence can help practice.

"I have a sacrificial furnace, so don't think about the upper body, it's too damaging! However, if you can satisfy her obsession, and get her incense, wouldn't it be more comfortable?"

"However, she and I are neither related nor related, and I don't know why her husband was beheaded, so I'd better investigate first before talking. If something is wrong, I'd better leave as soon as possible. I don't miss this incense stick."

Mo Chuan thought to himself.

After thinking about it, he walked to the window and looked out.

Outside the house, the green hills are burning, and the stars are far away.

Under the silent night, a small cottage is dotted among the terraced fields, as beautiful as ink splash painting.

"The Chen family has a big monster, and Fuluan has an old way, but it's killing me. I just go out for a walk tonight!"

Mo Chuan was overjoyed to see it, and became angry, and followed the gap in the window to get out of the hut.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the house, there was a burst of dog barking.

"Wang Wang Wang-"

Mo Chuan glanced around and saw an old black dog lying down in the yard, barking at him endlessly.

"Hey! Gouzi, do you think I'm lucky?"

"Wow woof...", "Woof woof... woof woof..."

A dog barked, which immediately attracted dogs all over the village to bark, barking and barking!
It even drew shouts from the villagers, which sounded very lively.

"I've heard old people say that some animals can see souls, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Mo Chuan chuckled, his body dissipated again, and he walked towards the village.

The terrain of the village is complex, with criss-cross paths.

It is very easy to get lost when a stranger enters.

Fortunately, Mo Chuan lost his shape, and the obstacles no longer existed. He climbed up to take a look to confirm the direction, and fled straight down the mountain.

No, he had just left the village when he suddenly stopped.

I saw beside the compacted gravel road, in front of a half-person-high earth temple, an old man leaning on a dragon-headed stick, looking at Mo Chuan with a smile.

"Sir, you don't look like a person from all over the world?"

(End of this chapter)