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

Chapter 57 Ten Years of Taoism
Mo Chuan withdrew his gaze and reached out to touch the center of his eyebrows.

The silver vermilion that the old man touched on his forehead suddenly dissipated, turned into a curl of incense, poured into his body, and turned into billowing yuan qi.

"Ten years of Taoism!?"

Mo Chuan had a moment of realization, and his heart throbbed immediately.

This incense is huge, far beyond his imagination, and it has increased his ten-year morality in one breath!
What surprised him even more was that, unlike in the past, people can only eat incense to relieve disasters.

This time the incense has no karma, only the purest blessing and the most devout belief in the gods.

I don't know if it's because the person offering the food is dead, and there is no one to fulfill the vow?
It is said that social fire entertains gods, and incense entertains people.

But I... am not a god after all?
Mo Chuan exhaled lightly, looked around, the streets were crumbling and devastated.

Among the overgrown weeds, corpses loomed.

If you look carefully, you can also see the things of Shehuo parading the streets.

It's just that under the wind and the sun, it has lost its color and is mottled.

"It seems that it should be caused by a sudden accident during the Shehuo parade, so that the memory of the remnant soul still stays at that moment."

"What will happen?"

Wandering in his thoughts, Mo Chuan observed around the village.

As a result, two laps down, but nothing.

I have to admit that under the washing of time, no matter how many traces there are, they will disappear.

In desperation, Mo Chuan had no choice but to walk to the entrance of the town, took out the shovel from the stove for offering sacrifices, dug the grave, and collected the remains.

——It is really this incense that makes him feel uncomfortable!Doing nothing makes me feel uncomfortable.

This digging took one morning.

By the time he collected all the remains in the town, it was already noon and the sky was bright.

"Everyone, go all the way, if Pindao has the ability, I will seek justice for you all!"

Mo Chuan burned some paper money, cupped his hands, and then turned and left.

Along the barely identifiable official road, all the way up the windy wind, I walked quickly for half a day, until the sun was looming in the sky, and I just came across a small town.

As soon as I entered the town, I was greeted by the aroma of vegetables.

But under the big pagoda tree in the town, there is a wonton stall.

Two or three diners, holding bowls, are eating vigorously.

The cash-strapped Mo Chuan was not picky, so he walked over and found a small horse to sit down.

"Old man, here is a bowl of wonton."

"Okay, do you want a big bowl or a small bowl?"

"What's the difference?"

"Twenty nine coins for a large bowl, fifteen seven coins for a small bowl."

Mo Chuan made up his mind and said, "The big bowl is worth the money, let's get the big bowl."

"Okay! Wait a moment, officer."

The old man smiled happily when he heard this, and hurried to work.

In other words, the old man's wonton stall is quite interesting.

It is said to be a stall, but it is actually a burden.

Bamboo is used as the skeleton, and the pot stove is on one side, and the firewood in the stove is rolling, burning the iron pot on it;
On one side is the stove, where there are wontons, bowls and spoons, and salt and seasonings. The bottom is used as a drawer, and many things are hidden.

The table and chairs that Mo Chuan sat on were also Mazha, board tables, very simple.

Not long after, the stall owner brought out a bowl of hot wontons, with thin skin and plenty of fillings. When you bite into it, the juice is full and the aroma of vegetables is overflowing.

It looked like wild vegetables, mixed with some dark things, a bit like fungus, but it didn't look like it when you looked closely.

"Old man, what is this?" Mo Chuan asked.

"Isn't the Taoist a local? These are shepherd's purse and ground vegetables. The shepherd's purse is a bit old now. It happened that it rained yesterday, so I asked me to find some ground vegetables to get rid of the astringency."

As the old man said, he also dug out some unpicked ground vegetables from the drawer.

Mo Chuan stretched out his head and saw that it was dark, wrinkled, and covered with mud. To be honest, it was a bit disgusting.

"Tsk, isn't it good looking at the appearance?" Mo Chuan said with emotion.

"No, if it wasn't for the famine year, who would have known that this stuff could be eaten?" The old man put it away with some embarrassment.

Mo Chuan sighed in his heart, every time the recipe was expanded, it was a drive away from drought, flood and hunger!
"Old man, go seven or eight miles north, what's the situation with a deserted town?"

Mo Chuan felt a little emotional in his heart, and then asked about the business.

Kam!
The sound fell, and the small wonton stalls stopped in unison.

Everyone looked at Mo Chuan as if they were a ghost.

"Daoist, did you pass by that town today?" The stall owner's voice trembled.

"I happened to pass by and saw the devastation, so I asked." Mo Chuan said.

As soon as the words fell, the diners who were eating were trembling all over.One by one, they wanted to leave, looking at the unfinished wontons in the bowl, feeling a little bit reluctant.

"Did the Taoist, didn't you see anything unusual?" A diner asked with a look of fear and curiosity.

"What's abnormal?" Mo Chuan asked back.

"It seems that I didn't see it, Taoist priest is lucky!"

"What, I think ghosts are also bullying and afraid of hard work!"

Several diners talked about it, and Mo Chuan listened for a long time, and finally managed to draw some outlines.

It turned out that the name of that deserted town was: Laixian Town.

It is rumored that a fairy once visited, so the town got its name.

About six years ago, there was a plague in Laixian Town, many people died, and everyone avoided it like a tiger.

Later, no one came out from Xianzhen for a long time.

Those who have the courage to look for it, only to find that the whole town is dead.

If this is the case, then forget it.

But in the past few years, a few gamblers were so red-eyed that they even came up with the idea of ​​Xianzhen.

When people come back, they go crazy, yelling about Shehuo, Ghost Town and so on.

This made Laixian Town famous.

Except for occasional outsiders passing by, the nearby ten miles and eight villages are secretive and dare not approach.

"Didn't the government send anyone to collect the corpse?" Mo Chuan asked curiously after listening.

"Government? Well, it would be nice not to collect the rent, but also to collect the corpse."

"What about the Taoist pagoda?"

"It costs money to ask the master to supersede, who is willing to pay this money?"

Mo Chuan remained silent and said no more.

After eating wontons, it was getting late. Mo Chuan, who hadn't entered the town yet, turned around and left again.

But it went back and forth, and then came back to Xianzhen.

Under the night, Laixian Town looks like a huge dry tomb, and the chirping of night birds adds to the spooky atmosphere.

Mo Chuan didn't stop walking, and he walked past Xianzhen Town together, looking for the wilderness.

But he planned to ask a few mountain ghosts about the situation.

As a result, after walking for a long time, they found nothing except startled a few birds and beasts.

He simply stopped and waved his hand to call out Monk Dengcao.

"Master Dao, did you call me?"

"Pindao wants to find out something, you go to the mountains to find it, and the leader of the ghosts comes to see me."

Monk Deng Cao said with a miserable face when he heard the words:

"Master Dao, the monsters in the mountains are so vicious, I'm afraid that if you enter with this physique, you will be trapped by a wolf?"

"You have the skill of ascending and copying, but you can't beat it, but you can't run? You are asked to do things, and you push back and forth. When you eat the fruit of poverty, why don't you feel that the fruit is choking? Go, go, this thing can't be done well. , It’s better to boil and light the lamp.”

Mo Chuan turned his face and scolded angrily.

Monk Dengcao, who had given him a good face for a few days, realized the ferocity of Niubizi. Hearing this, his whole body trembled, and he no longer dared to make excuses, so he turned his head and went into the mountain.

——Compared to the mountain monsters, Niubi is more scary.

Don't tell me, Monk Dengcao doesn't look big, but he is reliable in his work.

Not long after, he led a mouse spirit to come.

Mo Chuan was overjoyed, and was about to praise him, but unexpectedly, as soon as the mouse approached, his expression changed drastically when he saw Mo Chuan's clothes and appearance, and he turned his head and ran away.

Relying on his short stature, he slipped into the grass and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Master Dao, why don't you change your clothes?"

Seeing this, Monk Deng Cao suggested cautiously.

"Forget it! If the poor Taoist wants to ask about coming to Xian Town, you can go to Haosheng to inquire about it for me. If you find important discoveries, the poor Taoist will reward you."

Mo Chuan was speechless, so he could only order Monk Deng Cao to do it for him.

"Okay, Daoist!"

Monk Deng Cao thought about the green fruit before, his heart suddenly became hot, and he took the order and left.

　[Thanks to "Wang Sanzhi", "The Silent Lamb", and "Once 80" for their rewards! 】

　　
　
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