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

Chapter 51
Time goes by and time goes by.

Even though he is getting old, Ji Jin, the old mountain craftsman of Boyan Shiji, still clearly remembers his encounter with God in Shoushan.

I can still clearly remember the soaring figure;

The elegance that rides the wind;
The thunderous roar of the phantom sun;

And...the news of death that is rarely heard again in the future.

His witnesses are recorded in the local chronicles of Shoushan Mountain, inscribed in the customs of Shoushan Mountain, and are also meaningful in Shoushan Mountain culture.

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Mo Chuan's eyesight was amazing, but it was limited to mortal wombs.

The canopy of the tree like green waves covered his vision, and while he was running among the cliffs, his mind was completely focused on the Saker Falcon.

So after one blow, seeing that there was no Saker falcon coming, he picked the fruit, jumped into the forest, and disappeared.

After walking for a short time, he stopped.

With a wave of his hand, a teapot fell on the thick withered leaves, and Monk Dengcao jumped out with a flattering face, cupped his hands and said:

"Master Dao, did you call me?"

"Here!"

Mo Chuan threw one of the freshly picked green fruits over.

Monk Deng Cao hastily reached out to take it, thinking that even with Deng Chao's help, the walnut-sized fruit would have knocked him back nine inches.

"Thank you Daoist for the reward! Thank you Daoist for the reward!"

Monk Deng Cao was not angry but happy, and he carried the green fruit like a bully holding a tripod, thanking him again and again, his posture was very funny.

"Since you are a lamp grass spirit, do you know how to cultivate it?" Mo Chuan asked.

"What does Daoist mean to plant this fruit core into a tree?" Monk Dengcao asked.

"I have this idea."

"Master Dao, this little monk is the essence of a lamp grass, and the energy and blood of the whole body is full of the air of plants and trees. It is hard to say that it is not difficult to urge this fruit core to grow with the air of plants and trees. However, if you want to bear fruit, you must not be a little monk. This kind of morality can be matured."

"Really? Just try it first, and wait until Pindao sees the effect."

Mo Chuan was surprised. He didn't expect that it was really feasible when he asked casually.

"Young monk, I would like to obey the decree of the Taoist master!"

Monk Deng Cao hurriedly bowed.

Mo Chuan nodded, and with a wave of his hand, he put Monk Dengcao away again.

But his eyes were on the scenery inside the sacrificial stove, and after seeing the lamp grass monk entering, he couldn't wait to eat up the green fruit, and then let out a sigh of relief.

His so-called nurturing theory is just a word of mouth.

His real purpose was to use the mouth of the Dengcao monk to identify whether the fruit was poisonous.

He who has experienced heavy stones, dare not trust anyone?
The bait of good is worse than evil.

God knows, is that Shigong building plank roads openly and keeping open warehouses in secret?

Fortunately, looking at it now, he was overthinking.

He took out a fruit, gnawed off a bit of the peel, and suddenly a stream of pure vital energy, along with the sour taste, poured into his mouth and tongue.

His eyes lit up, he felt it a little bit, and saw nothing unusual, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

The flesh enters the abdomen, and immediately turns into billowing Yuan Qi, which disperses into the limbs and bones.

He didn't dare to be negligent, he quickly adjusted his breath and cultivated his energy, and refined it patiently.

Time is like water, gurgling and passing by.

When Mo Chuan opened his eyes, only the last twilight remained in the sky.

"One fruit, two years of practice, no wonder the lamp grass spirit is so excited."

Mo Chuan felt both surprise and joy in his heart when he felt the new Taoism.

It must be known that he ate a few courses of incense, which was only a day to match the number of days, and now he has barely been able to practice for half a year.

If he eats a fruit now, he will have two years of practice, which really surprised him!

"It's no wonder that practitioners pay attention to chance. If there is no chance, how many lifespans will we have to survive the bottomless practice just by practicing hard?"

"By the way, this fruit is so mysterious, is there some treasure hidden under the fruit tree?"

Mo Chuan suddenly thought of the origin of the cymbal in his hand, his heart moved, and he simply explored the eagle hitting the cliff again.

At this time, it was already dark, but fortunately, he practiced the Three Scenery Taoism, his eyes were like torches, and he was not afraid of the night.

When he arrived at Yingchi Cliff, he carefully landed next to the fruit tree and searched the surroundings carefully, but found nothing.

However, relying on the mystery of the birth of the earth, it is faintly discovered that this cliff seems to be a section of an earth vein.

"Did the air of the earth's veins come out?"

Mo Chuan looked at the fruit trees rippling in the night wind, thoughtfully, and left calmly.

The green hills are scorching, and the stars are far away.

Mo Chuan stepped on the night, followed the path in his memory, and under the guidance of Qixing, he found Shigong without any effort.

Under the smooth mountain wall, Shi Gong cupped his hands with a smile and said: "There was a thunderstorm, the sky was clear and the air was clear. Shi, on behalf of the Shoushan town craftsman, thanked the Taoist priest here!"

Mo Chuan cupped his hands in return: "I'm disturbed, that Saker falcon looks at the mortal body with naked eyes, but it is as powerful as an arrow when it doesn't want to."

Shi Gong said with a smile: "No matter how powerful it is, it is not as powerful as Daoist Lei Fa!"

Mo Chuan laughed: "Thank you, thank you!"

The two never talked about the fate of the three brothers of the Chai family, but they never stopped talking about the ending of the villains.

Since Mo Chuan drove away the falcon with unpredictable thunder and picked the rare fruit, it naturally means that he has fulfilled the agreement and killed the villain.

"The night is long, if the Taoist priest is not in a hurry, why not just sit and talk?"

Shi Gong pointed to the simple altar in front of the stone wall. On the altar, there were two pottery bowls with missing corners filled with rootless water.

"Haha, it's an honor."

Mo Chuan laughed, walked over generously, sat cross-legged, and at the same time took out the freshly picked green fruit from his bosom and handed it over.

"Pindao picked three of them, tasted one, and gave one as a gift. This one is a gift to the Buddha with flowers, and the right is a small gift for drinking. Friends, don't blame the poor for being stingy."

Shi Gong was stunned, and said with emotion:

"Shi has stayed in the mountains for more than [-] years, and has never tasted the fruit of the eagle hitting the cliff. Today, he is honored by a fellow Taoist."

"you are welcome!"

As the saying goes: A thousand cups of wine is less than a bosom friend, but half a sentence is too much to talk about speculation.

Beside the mountain road, under the stone wall, one person and one ghost chat more and more energetically.

Mo Chuan talked about things outside the mountain, and Shi Gong talked about the autumn in the mountain.

One is a newcomer to Taoism, and the other stays in the deep mountains. Although he drinks rootless water and tastes the wild mountain wind, it is quite pleasant to sit and talk about Taoism.

In human terms, it's like chickens pecking at each other, don't look down on anyone.

Suddenly, the east is white.

"Yeah, it's dawn."

"Yes!"

Shi Gong showed a bit of reluctance, the mountains are dead and quiet, and only after tasting it will he know.

"It's time for the poor to go, Mr. Shi, there will be a time later!"

Mo Chuan stood up, ready to say goodbye and leave.

"Fellow Daoist, wait."

Shi open mouth to keep people.

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Chuan suddenly turned his head to look at the mountain road.

I saw two familiar figures walking over, they were the master and apprentice of the mortician who had only met the night before.

Obviously, the pair of exorcising masters and apprentices did not expect to see Mo Chuan again here, and there was some strangeness on their faces.

Especially Shao Shiming, who was so excited that he wanted to say hello subconsciously, but hesitated to speak, turned his head to look at the master, and finally lowered his head sadly.

Da Shiming walked over, took out a white jade from his bosom, and offered it with both hands with a complicated expression.

Shi Gong smiled and said:

"Everyone knows that there are many strange stones in Shoushan Mountain. Since Shi is the host, how can he treat guests with only rootless water? This is the luminous mother stone. The darker the night, the brighter the stone. Daoists like to travel late at night, maybe it can help Daoists .Fellow Taoist, please take it. If you are free next year, come and find me again. Let’s taste the mountain dew, taste the strange fruits, and sit down and discuss the Tao.”

"In this case, the poor will be disrespected."

Mo Chuan calmly reached out to accept it, and also accepted Shi Gong's one-year invitation.

Jade enters the palm, moistening the hand.

Mo Chuan has the Taoist method of three scenes, so he doesn't need to worry about the lighting problem, but he still treasures it in his arms and puts it in the Taoist stove for offering sacrifices.

"Let's go and say goodbye. I don't know when we will meet again. I hope you will grow your wings and turn into a Beiming fish!"

Shi Gong solemnly bowed to bless him, and encouraged himself even more.

"Farewell!"

Mo Chuan had limited ink in his belly, so he bowed his hands gracefully in return, and then bowed his hands to the master and apprentice of the mortician, and then he jumped lightly, like walking against the wind, and drifted down the mountain.

Shao Shiming's eyes subconsciously caught up with Mo Chuan's figure, and there was a bright light in his eyes, but this light gradually dissipated as Dao Ying went away.

"Shi Gong, farewell."

Da Shiming, who had completed the commission, immediately bid farewell to Shi Gong.

At the same time, he patted his apprentice on the shoulder and walked towards the path beside the mountain.

"Master, you are going the wrong way." Seeing this, Shao Shiming quickly reminded.

"If it's wrong, it's wrong." Da Zang Ming replied.

　[Thanks to "The Silent Lamb", "Evil!", "Daoming Ghost", "Jin", and "Wantu Sleeping Buddha" for their rewards! 】

　
(End of this chapter)