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

Chapter 82
The mountain shadow sends the jade rabbit, and the wave light welcomes the morning sun.

On the trail, Mo Chuan frowned and listened attentively.

According to the sorceress, there is nothing unusual about this mountain called the Xiqiong Mountains.

It's even quite livable.

Although there are few arable fields in the mountains, there are plenty of herbs and wild animals in the mountains. People rely on the mountains to eat under the mountains. They can't say that they are rich, but they have never heard of anyone starving to death.

Even a sorceress like her, who doesn't do childbirth, can rely on half-truths and half-fake yin and yang techniques to make a living. It is conceivable that there is still a little joy in the mountains.

If you want to insist on the abnormality, it is that people often drown in Donglongtan.

"Often" here is in units of years.

But the sorceress doesn't think there's a problem there.

Because the pool is shallow and deep, it is a good place to spend summer and get rid of the heat.

Every summer, there will be adults and children who don’t listen to the persuasion and go to the cool water to play in the water, and even the city’s lords occasionally go there to play.

So it's normal to drown three or four people once and twice.

In addition to Donglongtan, there is a big willow tree in Wabeizhuang, which is quite divine.

It is said that there used to be a woman who hanged herself there, but she never thought that just as the stool was kicked off, the branch thicker than the mouth of the bowl would snap and snap, saving the woman's life.

The woman's family members were very grateful afterwards, and offered food and worship, and it became a village custom to come and go again and again.

In addition, the sorceress also said three or five strange things that I couldn't figure out, and Mo Chuan wrote them down one by one, planning to go back and have a look.

After the witch finished speaking, she looked at Mo Chuan expectantly.

Mo Chuan knew what the sorceress was expecting?
He explained casually.

"The so-called immortals are mostly birds and beasts who become spirits, relying on the ignorance and ignorance of human beings to earn some incense and practice."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and Ya San'er appeared out of thin air.

This scene made the witch jump!
"Master Dao, did you call me?"

Ya San'er wagged his tail desperately, his flattering appearance didn't look like a wolf, but more like a dog.

well!What a wolf, he was led astray by Monk Dengcao.

"Just escort this layman back to the village, and come find me by yourself afterward."

Mo Chuan ordered.

"Follow Daoist's decree!"

Ya San'er quickly put his front paws on the ground, as if bowing down like a human.

Seeing this scene, the sorcerer was amazed, and she was even more ashamed, because she had ridiculed Mo Chuan before, the toad wants to eat swan meat without knowing how high it is!

"Let's go back, Layman, let's leave this poor way." Mo Chuan bowed his hands and said goodbye, and walked away after speaking.

"Go slowly!" The sorceress was a little at a loss, so she could only greet Mo Chuan and watch Mo Chuan leave.

I don't know why, but I felt a sense of melancholy.

I have been acting in the name of the immortal family all my life, but unexpectedly, I actually met an immortal family.

It's a pity that people are old and pale, so they can't get along with each other!
……

Mo Chuan bid farewell to the witch, and followed her instructions all the way to Donglongtan.

Donglongtan, said to be a pond, is actually a section of stream.

This section of the river is spacious and flat, and the riverbed is full of pebbles washed out by the stream, so that the water surface is clear and pleasant.

Not to mention the villagers, even Mo Chuan has the urge to jump down and wash himself when he comes here.

He took a walk along the stream and had to admit that what the sorceress said was correct, the Donglongtan was fine, there were neither evil spirits nor resentful spirits.

It's just that there are more people playing in the water, and it is inevitable that some people will drown and die.

Mo Chuan walked around twice, and after confirming that there was no problem, he wandered around again to the Mantou Mountain that he first arrived at through the incense passage.

At this time, Ya San'er has already followed his scent and chased him.

Mo Chuan casually asked about the condition of the sorceress, then waved his hand, and released Monk Dengcao, asking with a serious expression on his face:
"Look at this mountain of steamed buns, what's so special about it?"

Ya San'er was stunned.

What's so special about this rotten mantou mountain?There is neither the steepness of the steepness nor the grandeur of the plain.

Unexpectedly, Monk Dengcao said: "My Lord, this steamed bun mountain looks like a steamed bun, but the little monk looks at it with a bit of basaltic meaning. Xuanwu is a divine beast, which is a sign of auspiciousness. meaning."

Mo Chuan's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Oh, so this is still a treasured place of geomantic omen?"

Monk Deng Cao shook his head quickly:

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say, as the saying goes, yin and yang are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. A place of great auspiciousness may also breed great misfortune."

"One of the four evil elephants mentioned in the "Secrets of the Earth Scripture" is Xuanwu Zangtou. From this we can see that Xuanwu Fengshui is not necessarily auspicious."

"As far as I know, this is Xuanwu Fengshui. There are sharp fronts, bravery in the mountains, less mountains in the back, reversed heads, broken hourglass... etc. There are good and bad, it's really hard to judge!"

Monk Deng Cao talked eloquently, and Ya San'er was dumbfounded.

It has lived in the deep mountains for a long time, and has been fighting and killing with the wolf king. Where has it experienced these things?

How can I think of a mountain of steamed buns, there are so many twists and turns!

Mo Chuan smiled: "I didn't expect you to know the art of geomancy?"

Monk Deng Cao hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "It's just talk on paper. It's true that Zhang Wai loves these heretics, and he is afraid that Mr. Feng Shui will deceive him. He bought a lot of books by himself, and the monk read some of them, and then he learned a little bit."

Mo Chuan said: "Then look, is this Mantou Mountain bad or good?"

"Of course it's fierce."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

"The Daoist said it was Mantou Mountain, where else could it be?"

"Don't be sloppy with me. There is a chance in this Mantou Mountain. You two search separately. If you find it, the Daoist will reward you; if you can't find it, go back and eat ashes!"

Mo Chuan scolded with a smile.

"Hey!"

Monk Dengcao bowed to each other, got into the grass with a swoosh, and disappeared without a trace.

Ya San'er didn't dare to delay, let out a low growl, and ran out after him.

Mo Chuan then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated.

About a quarter of an hour later, Ya San'er came back.

There is a stalk of green grass in its mouth, and when you look carefully, you can see a big radish hanging from the root of the grass.

——It turned out to be a vintage ginseng!

Mo Chuan took the ginseng, looked it over carefully, and scolded with a smile: "You tamp, if this ginseng grows for two years, it will become fine. Once you dig it, the chance will disappear."

Ya San'er said: "This is the catastrophe for it to become a spirit, and it just happened to be the chance for the Taoist master."

Mo Chuan smiled, put the ginseng aside, and waited for Monk Dengcao.

After another quarter of an hour, Monk Dengcao rushed over excitedly: "Master Dao, I have lived up to my trust and found that opportunity."

Ya San'er looked at Monk Deng Cao in astonishment, and then at the ginseng beside Dao Master.

"Oh?" Mo Chuan let out a small sigh.

"Master Dao, come with me!"

Monk Deng Cao smugly smiled, and dared to play tricks.

Mo Chuanyi was bold, put away the ginseng, and followed.

After going around seven times and eight times, I came to a weathered land with strange rocks.

Monk Dengcao pointed to a crack in the mountain and said, "Master Dao, the opportunity is there. The little monk went in and walked a hundred meters, and suddenly realized that there were monsters running rampant. The little monk didn't dare to explore again, so he came back to report."

Mo Chuan asked curiously, "How did you find this place?"

Monk Deng Cao glanced at Ya San'er provocatively, and then said coquettishly: "The Taoist said, there is a chance for this Mantou Mountain. The little monk thought about it, this Mantou Mountain has neither natural danger nor beauty, the chance is either in the sky, or in the sky. Underground, I searched around here, and the little monk really found it."

Sure enough, it is the lamp grass essence that has earned a lot of luck!

Mo Chuan sighed in his heart, fearing that only the nine-inch-tall Dengcao monk and invisible ghosts could find this opportunity.

It turned out that the crack in the mountain was as narrow as a door gap, and even bigger rabbits couldn't get in.

Mo Chuan's heart moved, and he waved away Monk Deng Cao and Ya San'er.

He also used the method of size as desired, making his body as small as a child, like a paper man, squeezed into the cracks in the ground.

After walking a hundred meters in such a difficult way, the inside suddenly became clear.

But it is a unique underground cave.

The fireflies in the cave are shining brightly. If you look closely, you can see that there are luminous plants that resemble Motherwort.

"Snoring..."

A deep roar came from the depths of the cave, which sounded very much like a snoring.

This made Mo Chuan's eyes light up slightly.

He squeezed out the crack, landed back to its original shape, looked around, and looked for the source of the sound.

The cave has jagged rocks and stalagmites hang like fangs.

The closer he got to the source of the sound, the weirder Mo Chuan felt, because the grunting sound was mixed with the sound of chewing.

Crazy like night ghosts knocking on cloud boards, hungry like jackals looking for food.

Waiting to walk to a corner, on the mottled wall, a group of black shadows that seemed to be covered with tentacles were projected.

Mo Chuan stretched out his hand to hold it in the void, and the evil spirit sword quietly fell into his palm.

When he turned the corner, his face was startled.

What a grotesque thing is that?

It was as big as a millstone, swollen like a ball, with several wriggling tentacles growing on its body surface, and two tentacles that looked like flesh wings, flapping gently in the air, and no facial features could be seen from the whole body.

At this time, its body surface was sunken, and it was swallowing a yellow-skinned bear.

All the bones of the yellow-skinned bear were crushed, hanging limply in the hollow of the meat ball, sliding into it little by little as the meat ball swallowed and swallowed.

This made Mo Chuan not remember the scene of the snake swallowing its prey.

"Whoosh-"

Suddenly!The meatball-shaped monster stopped chewing, its tentacles rested on the ground, and rushed towards Mo Chuan with a whistling sound.

【Big】

As his heart moved at will, Mo Chuan suddenly swelled up and turned into a three-meter giant. Holding a dagger-like evil sword, he slashed towards him.

While the sword light was hesitating, the blade was close to him, and the monster was split in two.

There were also a few tentacles that broke into several pieces automatically when they touched Mo Chuan, but they were cut apart.

At the end, it rises in surprise and falls with fireflies.

"Is this Dijiang? Or Chaos?"

Mo Chuan looked puzzled, and subconsciously thought of the monster recorded in "Shan Hai Jing".

He thought for a while, put the remains into the sacrificial furnace and continued on.

Going back dozens of steps, he encountered four monsters again, all of them were killed by him like a bent branch.

He even deliberately cut off one end and stuffed it into the sacrificial stove.

——This kind of weird thing, no matter how you say it, you have to keep a backup.

Not long after, Mo Chuan reached the end of the cave.

Looking carefully, it is an oval-shaped cavity with some pond water accumulated on the ground. I wonder if there is a secret passage under the pond water?

"Daozhang, you are here!"

Suddenly, a sound that seemed to resonate from the mountains came from all directions, shaking so much that dust fell down.

Mo Chuan was startled, and turned around suddenly.

The cave is empty, only the glimmering grass emits a faint light, reflecting the stalagmites on the dome more and more deeply.

"The day before yesterday, I saw that the Daoist Master's method of enlarging was extremely powerful, as if it was like the sky and the earth, so I used my remaining mental strength to call on the Daoist Priest, and hoped that the Daoist Priest would not be offended."

The stone wall shook again.

"Since your Excellency called the poor to come, why did you avoid seeing him?"

Mo Chuan was stunned, his thoughts were like lightning, and he asked loudly.

"It's not that Yu is avoiding it, but the Daoist is in Yu's body."

Mo Chuan's scalp tingled when he heard that.

I don't know if this is a lie or fraud by a mysterious person, or is it true?

"Your Excellency, you mean that this mountain is your body?"

"Exactly! I am the fish of the deep sea, and I have been trapped in these thousands of miles of barren mountains for countless ages! The body has long been weathered into stone, and there is only an immortal soul, trapped in the body, unable to struggle."

"The day before yesterday, Yu Guan Taoist was a hundred miles away, and he used that unpredictable supernatural power, so he summoned the Taoist chief. However, Yu's body had already fossilized, and he was so stiff that he couldn't call the Taoist chief, and he almost missed the Taoist chief!"

"Fortunately, the Taoist priest found him again and got into the remaining abdomen, and finally he could barely communicate with ventriloquism."

The rock wall hummed, and every word shook off large pieces of rubble.

However, if you look carefully, you will be surprised to find that the dome of mountains and rivers spreads, and quickly fills up the shattered parts, which looks like a living thing.

"Your Excellency is so supernatural, who can trap Your Excellency in this barren mountain for thousands of miles?"

Mo Chuan asked as his thoughts flickered.

"Grandma."

"Grandma?"

"You humans call her Nuwa!"

Mo Chuan felt absurd when he heard the words... Nuwa in ancient mythology?
"Empress Nuwa really exists?"

"Hehe...the world is really weak, and people are evil!"

Shen'ao let out a faint sigh, not sure if it was ridicule or embarrassment.

"May I ask what happened?"

Shibi was silent.

When Mo Chuan ran out of patience and was about to ask another question, a buzzing sound came faintly.

"...There is a gap in the avenue, and my mother said it was a broken sky. She searched for the avenue in the world, cut off the remaining limbs, took out the remaining avenue, and mended the sky. There are only one shell and one head left, left on the barren mountain, and I don't know how many years."

Mo Chuan's heart trembled slightly. Is this the legend of Nuwa mending the sky?

Unexpectedly, what came out of this mysterious Da'ao's mouth turned out to be different?
"May I ask your Excellency to call the poor to come, why?"

Mo Chuan was silent for a while, and brought up the business.

"...Yu implores the Taoist priest to kill Yu."

Mo Chuan's expression moved slightly, and there was a strange look in his eyes.

"The remaining blood is dissolved in the way of heaven, and under the entanglement of the remnant soul, it is immortal. Only when the body is broken, can the favor of the heaven be cut off, and the body dies and the way disappears."

"I don't know how many years I have been guarding the barren mountain. My body has rotted into stone, and my heart has long been exhausted. I only want to die, and I ask the Taoist priest to help me."

Mo Chuan was silent for a long time before he asked, "What should the poor do?"

The stone wall shook: "This lone peak on the west side of the Mantou Mountain is the head of the rest. The Taoist priest only needs to turn into that hundred-foot giant, uproot it by the roots, and cut off the connection of the earth's veins, that's enough."

Mo Chuan showed embarrassment: "I wonder if it is feasible to destroy the lonely peak?"

The stone wall rustled: "With the blessing of heaven, it is not difficult to destroy the lonely peak, but under the gushing of the earth veins, it will grow back in a few days, and it is hard to die."

"I see."

Mo Chuan nodded, hesitated for a while and said: "To tell you the truth, although the poor Taoist practiced the technique of dharma appearance, he was restricted by the precepts of his master and did not learn the method of Yin and God. I am afraid it will be difficult to satisfy your long-cherished wish. It is better to wait for the poor Taoist to ask for instructions." After the master door, how about the master take action?"

(End of this chapter)