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

Chapter 85 A Scoop of Well Water

"Daoist, there is a well over there."

The villagers are honest and honest. When they saw Mo Chuan begging for water, they all pointed to the well at the entrance of the village.

"Thank you very much."

Mo Chuan bowed his hands to thank, and approached according to the pointer, and saw a well with bluestone rims, and some bluestones were scattered around it.

Even in midsummer, the ground is still wet, and you can faintly see the peeled seeds of the broken leaf melon.

Thinking about it, it should be the place where the whole village washes.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan rolled up his sleeves, shook the potter's wheel, poured a bucket of well water, picked up the melon ladle hanging beside him, scooped it up, drank it, and shivered with pleasure.

"Daozhang, where did this come from? Where are you going?"

An old man enjoying the cool air asked curiously.

"Come from outside the mountains, go into the mountains to collect herbs."

Mo Chuan approached to talk, sat down on the polished bluestone and said, "It doesn't seem to be peaceful in the mountains these two days?"

"Well, what did the priest say?" The old man was surprised.

"Pindao passed by a village yesterday. A half-grown baby suddenly went mad. A dozen adults almost didn't hold it down! Some people's arms were bitten and swollen like thighs! In the middle of the night, in a nearby village, another person had hysteria and said Talk about a night of foolishness, how could it be such a coincidence?"

Mo Chuan raised something meaningfully.

Actually, don't tell me, this is really a coincidence.

Think carefully about the timing of the two cases, isn't it the time when the one-eyed bull called him?
So Mo Chuan thought, it should be the one-eyed bull that alarmed the remnant souls, which caused them to scatter and run into people in broad daylight.

"Hey, what else is there? I haven't heard of it yet!"

The old people looked at each other in blank dismay. Obviously, communication in the countryside was inconvenient, the news was blocked, and the matter had not yet been transmitted.

"Master Daoist, what happened afterwards?" the old man asked curiously.

The other old people also looked over curiously.

——Rural entertainment is barren, and these ghost stories can always arouse people's infinite interest.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan was about to describe it when he saw a bald monk approaching.

Looking carefully, this great monk is about thirty years old, with dark skin and a strong face, but his face is honest and kind!

"Amitabha, the poor monk came from Dayuan Temple. He was ordered by his master to go to the mountain to collect medicine. The mountain is high and the road is far away. I am very thirsty. Can I ask for a bowl of water?"

The great monk approached, clasped his hands together, and asked politely.

Are you here to collect medicine too?When Mo Chuan heard this, he immediately looked over with strange eyes.

Coincidentally, the great monk also looked at him, as if he was rather curious about where the Taoist priests came from here?
"Master, the well is right there!"

The old man and the old lady hurriedly gave pointers.

After being interrupted by Monk Guangyin, the topic that Mo Chuan finally brought up was interrupted.

The great monk drank enough water, walked over, and said to Mo Chuan:

"Amitabha, the poor monk Dayuan Temple Yinguang, fellow Taoist stared at him, may I ask which sect he is a disciple of?"

Mo Chuan stood up and cupped his hands:

"Poverty Dao Mingchen, no family, no sect, just wandering Taoist priests."

The great monk breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and after a few casual greetings, he sat on the bluestone and rested his feet.

"Master Dao, what happened next? What happened to the insane doll and the hysterical woman?"

The old man at the entrance of the village was still thinking about the affairs of the neighboring village, so seeing that Mo Chuan didn't mention it, he hurriedly asked.

Mo Chuan smiled, and mentioned the ending ambiguously. He didn't say anything about himself, but said that he just passed by and heard it.

After hearing this, everyone sighed.

"Hey, speaking of it, what's so strange about Wa Beizhuang?" Mo Chuan asked.

"Speaking of rare things, the poor monk knows one thing."

No, the great monk who had been silent all this time interrupted suddenly.

"Oh?"

Mo Chuan became interested.

……

However, there is a place called Nandun County, and there is a farmer named Zhang Zhu.

One day, after eating a plum, he was about to throw the plum pit. He happened to see a mulberry tree in front of his house that had been emptied by moths.

Not long after, he went out.

Unexpectedly, the plum core broke through the soil and germinated, and grew into a tree. The villagers in the village were amazed when they saw the plum tree growing out of the mulberry tree, and they all said that the plum tree had become a spirit.

One day, a man suffering from an eye disease passed by and sat under the plum tree to rest. His eyes hurt badly. He remembered the legend of the plum tree becoming a spirit, and he died as a living horse. I decided to sacrifice a pig to worship you.

As everyone knows, this eye pain was a minor illness, and it healed itself in a short time.

However, this man thought it was the blessing of Li Shu, the god, and immediately fulfilled his wish, and Shang Xiang sacrificed a pig.

After this, the matter spread more and more evil, so that hundreds of chariots and horses often came to sacrifice.

When Zhang Zhu came back and saw this scene, he was surprised and said: "What kind of plum tree god, isn't it the plum core I planted?"

After speaking, he immediately chopped down the plum tree with an axe.

……

After finishing speaking, the great monk looked at the old man and woman in the village meaningfully and said:
"Look at this thing, it's really interesting. It's just a moth-eaten thing, but by accident, it attracts the people to worship, and I don't know how many sacrifices were wasted. It's really like a dog barking, and the barking of the dogs is like what people say."

The old people at the entrance of the village looked at each other in blank dismay.

Many people subconsciously raised their heads to look at the willow tree above their heads, with suspicion in their eyes.

Could it be... really moth-eaten?

"Hahaha, interesting, interesting!"

Mo Chuan slapped his legs and laughed loudly. This laughter made the elders in the village look even weirder.

"Speaking of grass and trees becoming fine, Pindao has also heard an anecdote."

……

It is said that there is a place called Suiyang Township, and there is a sweetwood tree growing there.

This cedar tree is born in a strange way.

The branches that grew out turned out to be more and more human-like in shape.

There is a saying in "Yi Zhuan": When Wang De declines, the subordinates will rise, and you will be born as a human being.

What do you mean?
This means that when the virtues of princes and marquises decline, lowly people will rise up and compete in the Central Plains, just like lowly grass and trees will grow into adults. This is a bad omen!

The royal family was furious when they heard the news and sent someone to investigate.

Guess what?

It turned out that some people wanted to rebel, man-made prophecies, and stuck on the branches with that mold, not to mention human shape, even jackals, tigers, and leopards can grow.

……

When Mo Chuan said this, the great monk laughed: "Amitabha, fellow Taoist, what you said is wonderful! There is no such thing as a god, king or god, it's just someone with a heart to fool the people!"

The face of the old man at the entrance of the village became increasingly ugly.

Mo Chuan said with a smile: "The emperor thought so too, and immediately sent someone to chop down the laurel tree. Unexpectedly, when the ax fell down, the tree shed scarlet blood. Not long after, the emperor died suddenly!"

The big monk's smile suddenly froze.

The old men and women who were fidgeting at the entrance of the village suddenly looked at each other and asked quickly:
"Oh, Daoist, what's going on here?"

"I don't know the poor way, but I just feel that there are so many inexplicable things in this world, how can I understand a little bit, so I can generalize them? People, it's better to be a little in awe."

The old people didn't know the meaning of it, they just wanted to know the answer, and asked again: "Is it possible that the cedar tree is really a god?"

"Whether it's a goblin or a god, don't hurt people, don't hurt people, kneel down and worship the gods, why do you care if it's a demon or a god?"

Mo Chuan stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, and I will take my leave!"

After speaking, he walked away.

I don't want to, just after I left the village, I walked more than a hundred steps, and suddenly there was a call from behind.

"Fellow Daoist, stay!"

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