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

Chapter 48
As the saying goes: a man dies like a tiger, and a tiger dies like mud.

In the deep mountains and old forests, among the crouching tigers, a head rolled by the side of the mountain road suddenly opened its eyes and spoke kindly.

How infiltrating is this scene!
Seeing this, Mo Chuan's sense of horror faded quietly, and he said teasingly:

"Tsk, where does a lonely ghost dare to possess a human head, and is not afraid of smashing your heavenly spirit cover with a shovel from the poor?"

"The Taoist priest misunderstood, we are not lonely ghosts, we are the cadavers who scoop up the Yinmen."

While the head was talking, the body lying beside the road got up on its own, picked up the head while groping with both hands, and pressed it on the neck.

Hey, he actually acted a big change for Mo Chuan!

At the same time, the corpse of another mortician also climbed up, pouted his buttocks and searched for a long time, found a head from the jagged rock and pressed it on, cursing and swearing.

"This group of bastards who received thousands of knives hurt me to death."

Look carefully, but the head fell into the rocks, scratching the face.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan was very surprised. He was not afraid of losing his head, but he was even afraid of the strange stone disfiguring him. It was interesting.

"What spell is this?"

"Compared to the Daoist Priest's technique of fetching objects from a distance, it's nothing more than a trivial skill, which made the Daoist laugh."

Da Zoming glanced at the shovel in Mo Chuan's hand, and cupped his hands with a smile on his face.

——If he wasn't worried that the Taoist priest would bury them alive, he wouldn't have sounded a reminder!Of course, the more important thing is that this Taoist priest seems to be a kind person.

"Really? How about we change?" Mo Chuan was amused and suggested.

"The Daoist is just joking. Skills are not passed on to the outside world, and the bottom of the sea is never leaked. Although the old man's mantle is small, he does not pass it on to his sons and daughters, and does not pass it on to others. I still hope that the Daoist Master will be tolerant!" [Note 1]

Da Shiming hastily surrendered.

"Hey, old man, don't be in a hurry to refuse, listen to what the poor are offering, and you won't suffer, right?"

Mo Chuan had a meaningful expression on his face.

"Tell me! Tell me!"

Shao Shiming, who was covering his disfigured face, came over, his eyes shining.

"Since the Taoist priest is willing to preach, we can't ask for it, so we just opened our eyes."

Da Zangming didn't know if it was because of his apprentice's words, or because he wanted to inquire about Mo Chuan's heels, and put on an appearance of listening attentively.

"Poverty Tao has a skill called ghosts and immortals to subdue ghosts. You can ask immortals to help you and subdue demons to subdue demons. My old man travels to the mountains. If you encounter bandits sneaking around, you can ask ghosts and immortals to help you. You will have no worries!" Mo Chuan smiled. It means.

"There are still such spells?" Shao Shiming's eyes lit up, and he pulled the master's sleeve immediately.

"When I was young, I once heard a wandering Taoist say: All gods, gods and generals are not attached to the body of a living person. If they are attached to human language, they are definitely demons, heretics, and unrighteous ghosts."

Da Zoming politely refused.

"This is a dispute between orthodoxy, no matter what, there is another technique in the poor way, called Ben Erjing Method, which can swallow the essence of the sun and the moon. Mortals practice it, and evil spirits dare not get close. After a hundred years, they can be dismantled into immortals. Wouldn't it be happy? " Mo Chuan said again.

"Master, what is a senior sister?"

Shao Shiming pulled the master's sleeve, lowered his voice and asked anxiously.

He didn't hear the other words clearly, but he heard the phrase "Senior sister is a fairy" clearly.

"Don't be ashamed of yourself!"

Da Shiming flicked his sleeves with embarrassment, cupped his hands and said:
"I've heard that the so-called ghosts and immortals have nowhere to go. They just give up after reincarnation! We mountain people pay attention to dust returning to dust and dust returning to dust. I hope the Taoist priest will understand."

Mo Chuan took a light breath and said again:
"The old man is so chic! Poor Dao still has a skill, but he can move like the wind, increase his strength, control three thousand at night, and live for a short time. Why don't you enjoy yourself in time?"

This time we are talking about copying.

This is Mo Chuan's rare ability to save his life. Although he is willing to exchange, he does not want to reveal too much.

So just reveal a few points and see if you can match what you like.

Young Master Ming didn't cover his face when he heard the words, his eyes were shining and he wanted to pull the master's sleeve again.

No, but the master pulled it out calmly, cupped his hands and said:

"The Daoist priest has supernatural powers! Don't say anything more, the Taoist priest. If you have the Tao, a thousand taels of gold is not for sale. If you send an old friend off on the cross street, please ask the Taoist priest to give you a high hand!"

Hearing this, Mo Chuan carefully looked at the face of the master exorcist.

If he hadn't been dazzled, he would have clearly seen a flash of emotion in the eyes of the mortician, but for some reason he suppressed it and begged for mercy.

"Forget it! It's the poor Taoist who is happy to see Lie Xin, and is abrupt."

Mo Chuan took a deep breath, cupped his hands and said, "Farewell!"

After speaking, he turned and walked down the mountain.

"The road in the deep mountain is slippery, the Taoist priest walk slowly!"

The mortician yelled, in exchange for Mo Chuan raising his hand to signal, the mountain fog gradually thickened, and the blue Dao shadow was drowned in the flick of his fingers.

"Pack up and leave quickly, those gangsters can't stop arguing, I'm afraid they will come back and touch the corpse!"

Seeing the Taoist priest leave, Da Shiming hurriedly urged his disciples to pack up.

"Hey!"

Shao Shiming's heart tightened when he heard the words, and he hurriedly followed the master to clean up.

The young man couldn't hide anything in his heart.

After a while, he couldn't help but said: "Master, I don't think that Taoist priest looks like a bad person, why didn't he change?"

The big corpse spat at the disciple's feet and said:

"You, you, you want to become a fairy after being a human being, and you want to go to heaven after being born on the earth. What do you want to do? After learning that Taoism, do you still drive corpses? I really don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, the master tells you, don't learn that useless skill, look In Shoushan Town, how many dead bones are buried, just to learn the art of stacking thousands of gold!"

"Thanks to the blessing of our patriarch, there is a food skill that can't die from starvation, which is many times better than others! Live a day, a day of leisure, a day of immortality, and mastering the skills in your hand is better than anything else! Let me ask you, how about that?" When the bandits attack you, what do you block? If you provoke him, you will stab..."

The big corpse cursed at this point and stopped abruptly.

He looked at the dark forests on both sides of the mountain road, and looked at the apprentice who lowered his head and said nothing, his heart softened, and he said firmly:

"Come on, lead the way, I'll drive away the corpse."

"Master... gongs and drums!"

The young man stretched out his hand to catch the master's Yinyin gong and soul-suppressing bell.

"Gongs and drums, let's go!"

The big corpse picked up a bunch of corpses, walked like flying, and plunged into the thick fog.

Shao Shiming stood where he was, looked down at the downhill road where the Taoist priest left, and then up at the uphill road that the master climbed. Finally, he pursed his mouth and gritted his teeth to catch up with the master.

Fog filled the wilderness, and the wind blew the mountains and forests rustling.

Let's say that after Mo Chuan went down the mountain, he felt very uncomfortable.

Huang Pi saw him as if he was a fairy, and Mo Tong saw him as fearful as a tiger.

Along the way, it can be regarded as being both right and left. With my cleverness, I have picked up many opportunities, and I feel that my destiny is in my hands.

Unexpectedly, today, I was stumped in front of an old man in the mountains.

You can teach him to realize what it means: there are people beyond others.

"Oh, I'm lucky to have it, but my life is lost! Pull it down! Pull it down!"

Mo Chuan let out a breath and explained himself.

"what!"

Halfway up the mountain, he suddenly let out a sigh.

But on the mountain road, there were two dim lights.

Looking carefully, it turned out to be a stupid roe deer, standing in the middle of the mountain path and staring blankly at him.

It's just that the shimmering scent of incense on its body can't be hidden from Mo Chuan, a fellow practitioner of the incense way.

When Mo Chuan looked over, the silly roe deer immediately turned his head and walked down the mountain road. After taking two steps, he stopped and turned back to look at Mo Chuan.

"interesting."

Mo Chuan grinned, and heeled up.

　[Note 1, some quotes from the movie "Face Changer". 】

　
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