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

Chapter 7
"It's really... the world is dangerous!"

Mo Chuan looked at the familiar ceiling in the bedroom with an uncertain expression.

After a while, he sat up.

After careful calculation, this night trip to Qingshui County, apart from the loss of a bunch of worthless ghost talismans, there is no other loss.

He even earned a Soul Binding Whip.

But he was still extremely angry!
If there is no offering stove, he has already fed the headless ghost at this time.

Pay attention to Shizi's unhesitating appearance, and make it clear that he wants to kill him!
"The experience of the rivers and lakes is still too little!"

"Also, I take Taoist priests too lightly! Fuluan Temple gave me a good impression, which made me have a natural liking for Taoist priests. I don't know, which basket doesn't have a few rotten peaches?"

"What's more, that heavy stone may not be a true Taoist!"

"the most important is……"

Mo Chuan's expression darkened:

"I ignored my identity... In that world, I was an unworthy ghost after all, born to be a villain."

"This matter can't be left alone!"

Mo Chuan intends to return to the "Incense World", but there is no incense channel at this time.

In the world of incense, he can stay in the world by continuously consuming the power of incense, and return to the real body at any time.

But in reality, if you want to go to the world of incense, you need people from that world to offer incense and pray to establish a connection path.

"Chongshizi, I hope you don't leave Qingshui County."

Mo Chuan had no choice but to give up, took out his phone and looked, it was two o'clock in the morning.

Unable to fall asleep on the left and right, he simply brushed the talisman.

Anyway, he who has absorbed the power of incense seems to be less and less dependent on sleep and even diet.

Even if he didn't eat or sleep, he was full of energy, just like that ghost.

All night.

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Chuan was awakened by the murmur of incense.

He looked at the incense as a mirror, and was overjoyed, it was Li Guanqi's wife, Liu Shi, who offered incense and prayed.

He didn't hesitate anymore, and quickly followed the incense passage and escaped.

At this time, Mrs. Liu, who got up early in the morning, burned a stick of incense like a walking corpse, murmured a few words, stared blankly for a while, and then went out.

Mo Chuan wanted to keep up, but the bright sunlight shining through the door made him dare not approach.

He intends to put on his painted skin and go, thinking about going to Qingshui County, he will go on the road with a tangible body, and he may not be able to get there until noon.

In case something goes wrong in the middle, it is a minor matter to force it back to the original body, but it is a major matter to destroy the painted skin.

He can be this one visible thing.

If it is destroyed, if you want to get it again, you don't know the year of the monkey.

Helpless can only entrenched on the incense, waiting for the dark.

Fortunately, after a short while Fu Luan watched incense and listened to the old Taoist teaching his disciples, the whole morning passed quickly.

In the afternoon, Mo Chuan became bored.

I didn't want to, but I watched a dog in the world.

It was Li Guanqi's relatives who visited the Liu family, and before exchanging a few pleasantries, they wanted to take back Li Guanqi's terraced fields by virtue of clan rules.

Russia also forced Mrs. Liu to remarry an old bachelor from the Li family. According to the conversation, the bachelor is in his fifties.

Of course, what the Li family said was pleasant.

What about "It's all Li's blood, why should we divide it between you and me?", "We will still be a family in the future."

Not to mention Liu Shi, Mo Chuan frowned when he heard it.

Liu remained silent from beginning to end.

He didn't even dare to say that he was pregnant with Li Guanqi's seed.

I'm afraid that if this is said, it's not that the mother is more expensive than the child, inheriting Li Guanqi's legacy;
Instead, they will be soaked in a pig cage, drowned alive, one dead and two dead.

Finally, when the Li family left, when night fell, Liu lit all the incense left in the house, put it in the pottery bowl, and without saying a word, took out the scissors, and silently cut the quilt cover.

Mo Chuan glanced at Liu Shi, let go of his anger, and left quietly.

……

"Sir, when... came again?"

At the gate of the cottage, in front of the half-person-high Tutu Temple, Tudi Lao looked at Mo Chuan who came out of the village with a dumbfounded expression.

"Uncle Tu, the Li family is unjust and wants to take over Liu's terraced fields. Although Tu Bo is honored by Li's family, Liu has married into Li's family after all. I hope Tu Bo can save Liu's family through his dreams."

Mo Chuan approached and bowed solemnly.

"Mister thinks too highly of me, the little old man is also powerless! I used to be a member of the Li clan, and I was worshiped by the clan, so I became a god under the shadow of the clan. It is okay to cure some children who are frightened. It is true to intervene in such mortal affairs. It's hard for the strong."

The old land looked bitter.

"Being incensed by others can relieve people's disasters. It's fine if the God of Fortune can't protect people from other villages, and even people from the same village, so what's the use of it?"

Mo Chuan said something indifferent, and then fled to the west.

The old man's face turned blue, watching Mo Chuan leave, he spit in a mouthful of "bah".

"A bald boy, is he qualified to teach me a lesson?"

……

……

"It's finally done, it's not easy!"

In a private house in Qingshui County, sitting on a heavy stone in the high hall, he played with the Sanqing bell in his hand with a happy face.

"Ding ding ding..."

He rang the bell lightly, and a stream of resentment spewed out from the mouth of the bell, and in an instant, a headless ghost piled up in the hall.

As soon as the headless ghost Fang appeared, he instinctively groped around, trying to get his head back.

As everyone knows, its head is the bell in Zhong Shizi's hand.

"As expected of the four ghosts of the Taoist sect, they even ate up my soul-binding magic whip."

Chong Shizi looked at the headless ghost in surprise.

After sending down the headless ghost, he waited patiently all night and day.

——Even if the bell had long been silent, under the infusion of mana, he could not feel the existence of that ghost fairy You Xuzi.

Enduring patience, in exchange for foolproof.

Under the gnawing of the headless ghost, there was no scum left by You Xuzi, and even the soul-binding magic whip he gave was eaten up.

"Wait another day, wait until tomorrow Shi Cao beheaded and swallowed the prisoner's blood and energy, my headless ghost will surely rise to another level!"

Chong Shizi secretly figured out the itinerary plan.

In other words, the reason why he was in a hurry to surrender the headless ghost before Shi Cao's beheading was because he was worried that the headless ghost would grow stronger again after swallowing the blood and energy of the beheaded prisoner, making it harder to surrender.

"Dong dong dong..."

A knock on the door interrupted Chong Shizi's thoughts.

He lightly rang the bell, put away the headless ghost, got up and walked into the small courtyard, and opened the door.

"Squeak-"

The door opened, and a young man with a clean face and a pale complexion stood in front of the door, cupped his hands and said, "Huang Buyu's disciple has seen a real person!"

Chong Shizi sniffed the young man's lingering incense, frowned and said, "The Immortal?"

The young man cupped his hands: "Exactly."

Chong Shizi raised his head slightly, raised his airs: "What's the matter with looking for a poor man?"

The young man raised his head and smiled slightly: "Really please die!"

Chong Shizi's pupils shrank suddenly, before he could react, the young man fell into his arms with a short body.

A street bandit's knife pierced hard into his spleen. 【攮, nǎng】

"Ding ding ding..."

A crisp bell sounded, and the headless ghost appeared out of thin air, about to follow the master's will and attack the murderer.

Looking around, where is there any murderer?
There was only a mouthful of blood-swallowing scorpion, which fell in the yard, Wufengdao's body was covered with mud and grass.

Next to him, the heavy stone clutched his abdomen, limp on the ground, struggling with all his strength, and the gurgling blood gushed out from between his fingers.

"Who--"

Chong Shizi scolded angrily, when the sound came out of his mouth, he was already as angry as a spring.

Under the dark night, the small courtyard was empty, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Cough...cough..."

With blood foaming from his mouth, Chong Shizi coughed continuously, and after a few moments, his head sank, and with a thud, he fell completely limp on the ground, out of breath.

A wisp of remnant soul emerged from the corpse.

Before it came, the headless ghost lingering on the side gave a low growl and rushed over, grabbed the remnant soul, tore it into soul energy, and sucked it into its belly with its broken neck.

Then, satisfied, the headless ghost dissipated and fled into the Sanqing bell.

"Da da da……"

There was a sound of footsteps, and the young man who had disappeared reappeared at the gate of the small courtyard.

Who is this young man?

——It was Mo Chuan who was wearing a painted skin!
After successfully sending the scorpion into Chong Shizi's abdomen, he dissipated his anger, rolled up his painted skin, and fled out of the hospital until the dust settled, and then he appeared.

Even so, he still raised his hand cautiously and shot a few ghost talismans, making sure that Chong Shizi was too dead, so he approached to touch the corpse.

After searching for the booty, he immediately closed the courtyard door, dropped the latch, went outside the courtyard again, locked the gate, and then drifted away.

　[Note: 攮zi, shaped like a dagger and short sword, is a special weapon of Shandong. 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)