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

Chapter 56
The Taoist room is empty, and the auspicious furnace burns incense.

Du Guanxuan Zhenzi, who sent away the disciples of Qingwei Palace, told the temple master and Du Tao about the purpose of Taoist Dehong's visit.

After finishing speaking, he looked at the master Du Yunji and asked:
"Brother, do you think this matter is true or false?"

"The fake is the real and the fake, now it's meaningless to entangle the true and the fake! Yan Zhen is my disciple of Yunji Temple, how can I, Yunji Temple, see his reputation being tarnished behind him?"

Yun Jiguanism's positive words are strict, setting the tone for this matter and the direction of discussion.

Du Guan nodded lightly when he heard the words, and looked at Jue Zhenzi thoughtfully:
"Junior brother, you have learned the most extensively and dabbled in the most miscellaneous. Do you know what kind of Taoism is this technique of removing the head and immortality?"

Jue Zhenzi pondered for a while and said:
"The Great Dao has no heart, and it penetrates everything. It is not uncommon to take off one's head without dying, and some street jugglers often appear."

"Since Patriarch Fuluan calls it Taoism, it shouldn't be some kind of blindfold!"

"As far as I know, among the 72 techniques of Disha, there is a technique called [Continuing the Head]. It is rumored that even if the head is beheaded, it can grow back with a flick of a finger without any damage. There is another technique called [Branching], which can make any limb of the body Fragmented, and restored."

"If what Fellow Daoist Dehong said is true, this technique should most likely be the technique of [Separation]."

Du Guan's eyes lit up, and he asked quickly, "How many magical powers does this technique have?"

They all say: "Since one ranks among the earthly evil spirits, one can naturally be a great supernatural power."

Guan Wen suddenly became excited, and looked at the master Yunji: "Brother, do you think you want my brother to prepare generous gifts and go to Fuluan Temple?"

Master Yunji didn't answer, but he talked about Juezhenzi, but he added:
"Brother, don't worry, is it a technique of fragmentation? It's only my family's opinion! Yan Zhenzi was a young man who practiced in a hut in Huayin Mountain for a year. It can be said that he is as sincere as a young man. The art of decapitating and immortality may just be a blindfold."

After hearing this, Guan Guan's face was slightly stiff, and his face suddenly became tangled up again.

"Prepare a generous gift, let's take a trip! Whether it's fake or real, it's done. My Yunji Temple can't destroy the Taoism of Fuluan Temple, right?"

Master Yunji opened his mouth.

Du Dao said: "But if it's a fake technique, if I replace my Yunji Guanben with the second scene method, won't my Yunji Guan become the laughing stock of the Daoist sect?"

Master Yunji shook his head upon hearing this:

"A solitary light is a little firefly, scattered into a sky full of stars. The three-view Taoism created by my ancestor Yunji is also a collection of the strengths of all families, and now it is scattered in the world with the Ben-two-view method, which can be regarded as spreading branches and leaves, strengthening me Taoism, how can it be a laughing stock?"

While speaking, he held a torch in his hand, and sent a piece of crushed carbon into the furnace, and the fire in the furnace burst into flames, spewing out a ball of sparks.

"Well, if it's like Zhili's supernatural powers, you can invite Fuluan to watch the birthday ceremony of my ancestor Yunji in October!"

Master Yunji added.

Guan was stunned when he heard the words, and then looked thoughtful.

……

……

The theory of luck is probably true.

The matter of intercepting the luck of the Shoushan vein probably exhausted all the luck that Mo Chuan had accumulated.

For the next week, he never picked up any new incense.

He sent Huang Buyu to investigate the matter of Lu Fengbei, the five-armed great monster, but he didn't report it for a long time.

Well, if the mountain doesn't come over, I'll go over.

In the end, after walking through two small towns, although I encountered a few ghosts and monsters, they were all remnant souls who were not worthy.

Not to mention harming people, if you really meet people, they are also the ones who are unlucky.

After this week, Mo Chuanren was not in a hurry, but his purse was in a hurry.

It turned out that before that, he exchanged the silver in his hand for gold and brought it back to the real world.

Twelve taels of silver for one tael of gold.

He happened to exchange a tael of gold, leaving only a little silver and copper for daily expenses.

Thinking about a tael of gold, at least 2 yuan according to the market price.

In the end, I ran to weigh it, good guy, it was only 31.6 grams, and the estimated value was more than 1.

This is the case even after walking a few houses.

Only then did he realize that the units of measurement in the two worlds of emotion are different!

Well, the wealth has shrunk by half in an instant.

"This is not necessarily a bad thing. If it sells more, it may attract special attention."

At that time, Mo Chuan still comforted himself like this.

It was the first time in his life that he sold gold, and he knew that he had to register with his real name to sell this thing.

Fortunately, he didn't sell much. Looking at the densely packed registration information on the registration form, he probably wouldn't attract attention.

As a result, he never expected that the pockets of the real world would be bulging, but the world of incense would be deflated.

——Rich households like Zhang Yuanwai are not so easy to come across.

"Save some money, I don't know if gold in the real world can be brought back to the world of incense?"

"I haven't tried it before. One day I have enough money, I can try it."

"If it doesn't work, let's go to the casino to get some pocket money to spend."

Mo Chuan thought secretly, feeling no pressure in his heart.

Can a living person suffocate to death with urine?

It is worth mentioning that during the period, people from Yunji Temple came, prepared a big gift, and took away the art of fragmentation.

At the same time leave a festival invitation.

Fuluan old Taoist was very excited about this.

This is said to be a birthday ceremony, but in fact it is a discussion conference.

In the past, when Fu Luan was in decline, the money for chariots and horses was scarce. Naturally, this kind of festival was hidden as long as it could, so that no one invited them in the end.

Now that the patriarch is back and the orthodoxy is on the rise, it's time to show his face.

Compared with the ceremony of Yunji Temple, Mo Chuan cared more about the movements of Qingwei Palace.

As a result, he waited until he intercepted a new incense stick, and the Qingwei Palace did not send anyone to take away the technique of the ghost and immortal.

This made Mo Chuan regretful, but he had to praise in his heart, insisting on orthodoxy might be a good thing.

To be honest, if it weren't for Aiwujiwu, he would have some opinions on Fuluan Taoism.

As a Taoist disciple, he does not cultivate supernatural powers, but instead focuses on worshiping ghosts and descending shamans. How extreme is this approach?
This is also the fundamental reason why he passed on the method of Ben Erjing.

Of course, these are all personal opinions, not enough for outsiders.

……

Besides, when Mo Chuan felt the new incense, he was inexplicably surprised.

Because looking through the mirror of incense, I saw a group of monsters and monsters.

He looked interesting, and then escaped along the incense passage.

As soon as Fang appeared, there was a deafening thunder.

Following the sound, you can see hundreds of men with green faces and long fangs, beating cowhide drums, holding knives and forks, stepping on seven gang steps, coming in a menacing manner.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan hurried to the side of the road.

The group of people did not make things difficult for him, and roared away along the long street.

Behind him, more than a dozen gods with heads larger than their bodies came staggeringly, stepping on uniquely charming steps.

When they saw Mo Chuan, they all held whisks to bless them.

Afterwards, a team on stilts, against the background of the night, looked like a group of elves, or like spiders patrolling the street, rattling past, it was wonderful.

Mo Chuan looked at Rare, and hated that he lost two eyeballs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Before the stilt team could understand it, another burst of drumming was heard, and they saw two bare-armed men on a colorful float beating the spirit drum hard to guide the spirit.

Exactly: Thunder Drum and Drum God Sacrifice, Spirit Drum and Drum Society Sacrifice.

On the Linggu float, a graceful woman is playing the role of some kind of fairy, sitting quietly like a pine, unsmiling and graceful.

When he saw Mo Chuan, he didn't know whether it was because of the seldom seen Taoist priests, or it was rare to see such a handsome Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth, he smiled appreciatively.

It attracted Mo Chuan to bow his hands again and again.

"Slow down, slow down!"

At this time, both sides of the road were already crowded with spectators, and they chased the team with excitement on their faces.

There are even old people who dote on their children and grandchildren, chasing urchins with inconvenient steps.

"Dare to ask the old man, what is this?"

Mo Chuan raised his voice and asked an old man watching the fun beside him.

"Shehuo! This is Shehuo! Young people coming here for the first time?"

"Ah, yes!"

"That's a blessing, come, ask the gods for silver, and bless your children and grandchildren to be safe and safe, free from disease and disaster!"

The old man tugged at Mo Chuan.

Coincidentally, a big-headed god came to the team!

The old man hurriedly approached, reached out and wiped a little paint from the face of the big-headed god, and dabbed it on the center of Mo Chuan's eyebrows.

Mo Chuan immediately smiled.

"Thank you, old man!"

"You're welcome!"

At this time, the teams playing the gods from all walks of life have already passed by.

Then there are civil society.

But I saw a yangko team with their faces painted colorfully, shaking their heads and brains amidst the sound of rubbing cymbals, taking three steps forward and one step back, stepping on the long street with a cheerful rhythm.

Afterwards, the two dancing lions with golden eyes and silver teeth, clad and ears, follow the rhythm of the drums, joy, anger, sorrow and joy.Either jumping or quiet, happy or angry, quite a bit of the happy state of a frame-dropping beast.

The more Mo Chuan looked, the brighter his eyes became. Before he knew it, he had already blended into the team. Look left, look right, it's really exciting!

"Oh oh oh-"

Suddenly, a high-pitched rooster crowed from the corner of the rich and noble eaves of the street.

A gust of night wind blows, and the big-headed gods, heavenly soldiers and generals, Yangko team, float goddesses, people on stilts, playful children, and benevolent old people...

Like a puff of corpse dust and green smoke, it curled up and dispersed.

Its daybreak.

However, the streets are deserted, the cobwebs are dark, and among the ruined walls, there are swarms of fireflies.

Mo Chuan's bright eyes gradually dimmed.

He turned his head and glanced at the rooster flopping on the eaves, intending to reproach him, but finally sighed helplessly.

I am fascinated and can't be recruited, the rooster screams and the world is white.

　[The rooster screams and the world is white, this poem is not explained in this way. If there are students who are reading the book, don't take it seriously. I just think the literal meaning of this poem fits the scene very well. 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)