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

Chapter 32
The pot is cramped, narrow and cold.

Even Monk Dengcao, who has long been accustomed to the cramped environment, finds it difficult to adapt at this time, feeling suffocated.

One white porcelain is hard, the other warm and soft, the two are naturally incomparable.

The worrisome prospect made it even more at a loss, with great fear!
It wanted to run away, but it was afraid that the bull-nosed man would panic in the sun;
If you don't run away, you are even more afraid that the Ox-nosed Taoist will cook it into lamp oil suddenly.

While wandering in his thoughts, he suddenly discovered that the teapot was flat and stable, and there was no sign of bumps.

'Could it be that the Ox-nosed Taoist priest is already asleep? '

After thinking about it, Monk Deng Cao boldly raised the lid of the pot, intending to take a look at the scenery outside first.

It's okay if you don't look at it;
After taking a closer look, the scene outside the pot immediately shocked it.

But I saw a deep and empty space outside the pot, and I couldn't see anything outside.

As far as the eye can see, it is like the vast universe, there are no stars all over the sky, only wisps of green smoke echoing in it.

Seeing the green smoke, Monk Deng Cao felt a gluttonous thought for no reason, and subconsciously opened his mouth to swallow it.

The green smoke enters the abdomen and disperses in the limbs and bones, and the feeling of pure mind and clear mind suddenly grows from the soul, which makes people feel very uncomfortable!
It is actually ten thousand times more refreshing than eating Yin Qi.

"What is this? It can even increase Daoxing!"

Monk Deng Cao was greatly surprised, and was about to hold back some more, when suddenly his vision was turned upside down.

However, the teapot was thrown out of the teapot by a strange force and thrown on the table.

Before it could look around, an angry reprimand came.

"What a prostitute, you dare to deceive the poor Taoist with sorcery. If the poor Taoist goes mad, he will be buried with you before he dies!"

Monk Deng Cao looked up in astonishment, and saw the bull-nosed Taoist priest cross-legged on the couch with a pale face, adjusting his breath and nourishing his breath.

On his knee, there is a blue paper that records the technique of copying.

"Master Dao has a clear lesson, how dare this little monk lie to Master Dao, the technique of copying that I learned really came from here!"

Seeing that Mo Chuan was holding several flashing talismans in Mo Chuan's hand, Monk Deng Cao hurriedly defended himself.

"Master Dao, did you lose your breath when you were discerning your mind? The little monk practiced at that time, and there was also trouble. Master Dao, you only need to take in the qi with your nose and exhale it with your mouth, draw it in slightly, and make a long breath. Can……"

Monk Deng Cao thought that Mo Chuan had lost his practice, and for the sake of his own life, he quickly told him all about his practice experience.

Fearing that Mo Chuan would not be able to adjust his breath, he became angry and cut it across the board.

"... How is Daoist? Is it better now?"

After Monk Deng Cao finished speaking, he hurriedly asked nervously.

No, Mo Chuan, whose face was pale just a moment ago, smiled lightly, stretched out his hand from the void, pulled out a pair of fine steel shovels, wiped the tip with his fingertips, and said:

"You obscene monk is also interesting! I expected you to be so picky that you dare not lie, and you wanted to test it out. Unexpectedly, not only did you dare not lie, you didn't even dare to run away, which made me useless." Land of martial arts!"

Monk Deng Cao turned pale when he heard the words, why didn't he understand what happened?
When he climbed up, he was so afraid that his legs went limp, as if falling into an ice cave, and he kowtowed like smashing garlic: "Master Dao is benevolent and righteous, thank you Master Dao for not killing him!"

Mo Chuan asked again: "Is the incense in the poor way pure?"

Monk Deng Cao was stunned: "So that's incense?"

Mo Chuan clicked his tongue: "A piece of rush grass that is not suitable for weather can turn into a demon under the pressure of life and death! Not only does it not have a demonic aura, but it also looks like a human being. The concierges around the house are full of spells, but they can find boarders. Taoism copying, now you have swallowed the incense of the poor, but you don't even know the incense, tsk tsk, you are really born!"

Monk Deng Cao was stupefied, wondering what this demon-minded Niubi was lamenting?
"Forget it! I thought you never killed, and gave the poor Tao this opportunity. If you don't kill you, go back!"

Mo Chuan scolded with a smile.

——This rush may be the monster who has earned the great fortune of the world, and there may be other magical uses for keeping it.

"The Daoist is benevolent and righteous!"

Monk Deng Cao, as if he had received an amnesty, quickly flattered him and jumped into the teapot again.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan immediately threw the teapot into the sacrificial stove.

As for the matter that Monk Deng Cao swallowed his incense, it was just the embers after he swallowed the incense, it's just a drop in the bucket, so don't take it to heart.

After putting away the Dengcao monk again, Mo Chuan immediately tried to practice the technique of ascending and copying.

Taking Monk Dengcao's cultivation experience as a lesson, he started very quickly, and within half an hour, he got a glimpse of the door and gained some experience.

The rabbit falls and the black rises, and the east is white.

In samadhi and enlightenment, a night is fleeting.

But when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with spirit.

He got up and played a set of Taijiquan, but it was a special event developed by the school when he was studying. Although it didn't have the essence, it still had three airs.

At this time, dancing, the movement is as fast as lightning

After a set of Tai Chi dance, Mo Chuan looked at the window and puffed out his cheeks.

I don't want to, usually I can only blow off the breath of feathers and dust, but now it blows out like a dragon sneezing, suddenly a gust of wind blows in the house, blowing the windows open with a bang.

"Wonderful! This climbing technique is simply an all-around buff!"

"With my meager cultivation base now, there is such a miraculous effect! If I have cultivated the Tao for hundreds of years, wouldn't I be able to speak like a wind and act like lightning?"

"No wonder there is a saying in the Taoist school: If you get a method from the Tao, you can be a human immortal! A Taoist technique is already so miraculous, if you can practice the Taoism, how can you be chic?"

For a moment, Mo Chuan's heart was extremely hot, and his heart of cultivating the Tao became more and more firm as a rock!

He was excited for a while, then he collected his mood and went downstairs to make sacrifices to appease the Wu Zang Temple.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went down the stairs, he saw Zhang Yuanwai, with a beaming face, talking enthusiastically with the shopkeeper.

Seeing Mo Chuan walking down the stairs, he hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Wanfu, Taoist Master Mingchen!"

Mo Chuan cupped his hands in return: "Are you safe, Layman?"

Zhang Yuanwai: "Thanks to Daoist Hong Fu, the family finally slept peacefully!"

While talking, a servant came over with a tray.

There is a row of official silver on the top, counting carefully, there are twelve taels!

This scene caused a commotion in the wine shop, many guests stretched their necks to look at it and whispered to each other.

In a hurry, everyone knew that the monster in Zhang Yuanwai's house had been subdued!
The one who subdues demons and eliminates demons is the beardless young Taoist priest on the stairs.

"My Lord, you are welcome!"

Mo Chuan was also polite, walked down the stairs and swept his Taoist robe, and the ten taels of white money disappeared without a trace.

This scene left everyone speechless.

It really is the details that see the truth, what a skill!
When member Zhang saw this, his smile became brighter, and he approached with a shy face: "The Taoist priest has supernatural powers, Zhang admires it very much, can you have the audacity to ask for a tablet and talisman, so that you can make offerings from time to time?"

Got it!
Twelve taels of official silver is not collected for nothing.

Feelings need after-sales service? !

However, this move is also meeting Mo Chuan's needs.

"Good talk good talk!"

Mo Chuan smiled lightly, walked to a wooden table, raised his hand and stretched out his index finger, facing the table was flying dragons and phoenixes, suspected to be writing.

"Hey, what is the Taoist priest doing?"

Everyone looked blankly, and Mo Chuan had finished writing and stopped just as the discussions started.

"Master Mingchen, who is this?"

Zhang Yuanwai came over, glanced at the undamaged desktop, and asked with a strange expression.

"Three incense sticks of sincerity every day can protect your house from evil spirits!"

After Mo Chuan finished speaking, he waved his sleeves.

"Whoa-"

A gust of wind gushed out from the cuffs, blowing sawdust on the table, and flying dust blinding the eyes.

After the strong wind passed, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Table! There are words on the table!"

Member Zhang looked outside, and saw a large "Rain Head" character on the table that Daoist Ming Chen had painted, like a chisel carved with a knife and an axe, piercing three points into wood.

"Master Mingchen has supernatural powers!"

Zhang Yuanwai was dumbfounded, and subconsciously looked at Taoist Mingchen.

I don't want to, looking back, where is the Taoist priest Mingchen?
"Where is Taoist Master Mingchen?" Zhang Yuanwai asked the servant.

The servant also had a sudden look on his face, and he hurriedly ran to the door of the restaurant, pointed at the street and shouted, "Master Mingchen is there!"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Member Zhang wanted to chase after him, but he took two steps before he realized it. He pointed at the servant and said, "Hurry up! The table! Buy the table for me and put it away."

After finishing speaking, he chased outside the wine shop, just in time to see the back of Daoist Ming Chen.

He hurriedly ran after him.

Unexpectedly, Taoist Master Mingchen's back chased him further and further away.

With a snap of his fingers, he has already reached the end of the official road, and he is nowhere to be seen.

"Huchi...huchi...why is Daoist so fast?"

"That's right, I didn't see him running away either?"

The two servants were chasing after them, out of breath, with surprise on their faces.

"This is a fairy!"

Zhang Yuanwai was so annoyed that he slapped his thigh straight: "It's a crime, why didn't I see it, my fairy fate!"

(End of this chapter)