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

Chapter 89
The sea is dark and the waves are deep, and the mountains covered by fog are hard to find.

Among the thousands of miles of mountains covered by clouds and mist, the stilted buildings are like dead tree mushrooms, rooted in the deep mountains and old forests.

The village looks isolated from the outside world, but in reality the sparrow is small and well-equipped.

On the long street selling peddlers, a stilted building with plaques in Chinese characters looked out of place.

This building is called Juxianxuan.

The name is placed in the Central Plains, which is very vulgar.

But placed in this deep mountain and old forest, it is very familiar.

Today, a young Taoist priest came to Juxianxuan.

This is said to be a Taoist priest, but in the eyes of the experienced waiter, if it weren't for the Taoist robe, he would look more like a rich man.

Look at that face, it was born with red lips and white teeth, thin skin and tender flesh.

Even the geisha in Washeri in Goulan would feel ashamed if they saw her.

"A pot of tea, a plate of meat, two plates of side dishes at will, and steamed buns and noodles for the staple food, which is more than half a penny. I recognize the Taoist master, but I don't recognize the sword in my hand!"

As soon as the waiter in the shop heard this, he knew that this was a Taoist master who had traveled all over the world, so he quickly bowed down to entertain him.

"Alright, sir, sit down slowly."

The Taoist randomly found a table and sat down, pressed the evil sword in his hand on the edge of the table, and played with a winning coin with his fingertips.

He looked around casually.

At this time, it was time for dinner, and the wine shop was quite noisy.

But if you look around, most of them are from the mountain village, their clothes are different from those in the Central Plains, and their accents are even more different.

So much so that Mo Chuan couldn't understand at all.

However, among the crowded diners, you can still see several merchants dressed as Han people from the Central Plains.

Not long after, the staple food and side dishes were served one by one.

"Master Dao, your food is ready!"

When Xiaoer served the last dish, he took the initiative to say hello.

Mo Chuan nodded and said, "Wait a minute, brother, do you know any locals who can understand Chinese?"

Xiaoer said: "This...to tell you the truth, we do know each other, but I'm too busy to get away now, I'm afraid it's not easy to introduce to the Taoist."

When Mo Chuan heard this, he immediately took out a tael of silver and threw it away.

"This is the meal money, the rest is yours, please ask the shopkeeper for a leave of absence, is it okay?"

The child took the silver, pinched his fingernails, it was soft, and immediately beamed with joy.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Lord Dao, wait a moment, we will come as soon as we go."

Saying that, Xiaoer happily left.

Mo Chuan smiled lightly, money can turn ghosts around!

It's no wonder that Ran Yizhiyu's adventure also asked to inherit from the Taoist Heavenly Demon. Apart from other things, this method of wishful thinking is really a magical technique!
Feeling proud, another waiter came over, clasped his fists and said: "Master Dao, my master has invited you to a banquet, please move to the inner hall."

Mo Chuan looked suspicious.

After thinking about it, he still grabbed the evil spirit sword and followed Xiao Er into the backyard of the restaurant.

This is said to be the backyard, but it is actually a plank road in the air, with bamboo and wood as bridges, connecting several stilted buildings in series.

Just after passing the plank road, I saw a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes, cupped his hands and said: "The distinguished guest is coming, and the succulent plants are shining! Juxianxuan He Xia, I have met the Taoist priest."

Mo Chuan clasped his hands and replied, "It's dawning on the poor Daoist, why do you dare to ask the layman to call the poor Dao over?"

While speaking, Mo Chuan carefully looked at the owner of Juxianxuan.

He reckoned that it might be the owner of the wine shop, who encountered some ghosts and ghosts!

Being in a foreign land, it will be difficult to solve it for a while. Suddenly, I heard that a Taoist priest came to the wine shop, so I invited him over.

"Outside the house is not a place to talk, the Taoist priest please come inside!"

He Xia greeted Mo Chuan to enter the room, and said: "Don't lie to the Taoist priest, He is a disciple of the Guansu family in Yuanqing. He was overjoyed to hear that the Taoist priest came to the door, so he took the liberty to disturb him. I hope the Taoist priest will forgive me."

Mo Chuan was dumbfounded, he thought something happened and he needed his help!
"That's how it is, disrespect and disrespect!" Mo Chuan cupped his hands.

"The Taoist priest is polite!"

During the exchange of greetings between the two, He Xia led Mo Chuan to the side of the case near the window.

On the case table, several side dishes have been placed.

Mo Chuan was not polite either, sitting cross-legged in a generous manner.

"Dare to ask, where did you come from? How did you enter this wild land of thousands of miles?"

After the guest of honor was seated, He Xia couldn't help but chatted again.

"No place, no roots, just wandering Taoist priests, the purpose of entering the mountains is to gather medicine."

Mo Chuan responded casually.

"Oh? Dare I ask what kind of medicine the master is looking for? He has been rooted in this wild land for more than ten years. Although he has no money left, he has accumulated a lot of contacts. Everyone in the villages, big and small, knows each other. Maybe he can become a Taoist leader. Gather the medicinal materials."

He Xia looked polite.

Hearing this, Mo Chuan murmured in his heart.

Although he and He Xia have a relationship in a Taoist family, this gesture is too warm and hospitable, right?

When a fellow meets a fellow, a shot in the back?
"The layman's heart, the poor Taoist has received it, but what the poor Taoist asks for is all good medicines that have been aged. Even if they can be found in various mountains and villages, the poor Taoist can't afford the money." Mo Chuan politely refused.

"It's He Menglang." He Xia nodded.

This is the end of the probing topic.

While the two were eating and chatting, Mo Chuan asked curiously: "Speaking of which, does the layman know what the cave god said?"

He Xia laughed and said, "The Taoist priest doesn't grow up in the mountains, does he?"

Mo Chuan didn't answer the question: "It seems that there is another way here?"

"There's no way to talk about it, it's just mountain customs!" He Xia smiled and talked eloquently: "What is a cave god? The gods, ghosts, and monsters living in caves!"

It turns out that in the wasteland, nature is revered and ancestors are worshipped.

In their eyes, everything can be refined.

And the spirits who can occupy the cave to practice are even more gods!
This is the origin of the name of the cave god.

When Mo Chuan heard the words, a murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes: "I passed by the village on a poor road, and I accidentally heard the words of the cave god marrying a wife. Is it true?"

He Xiadao: "He has lived in the village for a long time. Although he has heard about it, he doesn't know the details. However, people in the wilderness respect all things, and the theory of ghosts and gods is especially prevalent. In addition, it is not easy to live in the mountains. Within reason."

Mo Chuan nodded, his heart sank slightly.

Afterwards, he inquired about interesting things about the Wilderness Land, and he couldn't help talking about the Gu Dao of the Miaoren in the Wilderness.

He Xia chatted, and casually said: "Master Daoist, have you ever heard of the green clam's Gu?"

"Never."

"Speaking of the green clam's Gu, it's a big taboo in the eyes of us businessmen."

It turned out that there were insects on the mountain, named green clam.After the mother and son of the green clam are separated, they will definitely reunite.

Therefore, some people smear the blood of the mother and son of the green clam on the money, and use the mother's money or the son's money at will, and the coins will definitely fly back again.

Therefore, there is a saying that "the green clam pays back the money".

"A layman met?" Mo Chuan was surprised when he heard it.

"Of course! Don't hide the truth from the Taoist priest, businessmen value profit, why does a certain businessman have an eye for money, why would he enter the Taoist sect and seek peace and inaction? What he seeks is just to guard against the evil way!" He Xia looked calm.

"The layman is honest!" Mo Chuan laughed.

While the two of them were pushing cups and changing cups, before they knew it, the sun had already set to the west.

Seeing the mess of the cups and plates, Mo Chuan cupped his hands and said, "It's getting late, it's time to set off. I would like to thank the layman for your hospitality!"

He Xia stood up and bowed in return: "The Taoist priest is polite, the door of Juxian Xuan is open for the Taoist priest at any time, if the Taoist priest comes again, just sign up! A little money, donate to Sanqing, I hope the Taoist priest will not be disgusted!"

With that said, He Xia clapped her hands.

A waiter came in with a tray, and on the tray were five ingots of taels of private silver.

This is not the point.

The point is that next to the five ingots of private silver, there is also a tael of silver that Mo Chuan paid to Xiaoer.

Looking at the broken silver on the tray, Mo Chuan had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

Suddenly he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha... Didn't the layman think that the poor Taoist is fooling you with a method similar to 'repaying the money with green worms'?"

(End of this chapter)