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

Chapter 67
In the three-foot Qingshi Lane, there is a gust of wind.

Yongqing Lane.

Yiqian Mansion.

Under the paintings of the Patriarchs of the Three Qing Dynasties, in front of the tablet of Yanzhen's rebirth, the incense is dimly lit, and the hall is full of incense.

Taoist Yiqian sits with five hearts facing the sky, sees the qi of Qingyang in the court, dispels the gloom accumulated in his heart, and cultivates the way of the unity of heaven and man.

"Da da da……"

There was a sound of light footsteps.

——It’s Taoist Miao Zhan.

He was originally a wandering Taoist priest. After the five great monsters in Changxing City made troubles, he was subdued by Taoist priest Yiqian's Taoism, and was invited to become the unbuilt meditation master of Taoist priest Yiqian.

"Guanzhu, the old Taoist Gongquan of Jianyi Pavilion was intercepted and killed, and his arm was broken and he fled into the deep forest, where he disappeared."

Taoist Miao Zhan approached, and the first thing he opened his mouth was the shocking news.

"The chance of the immortal family is so wonderful, after all, some people still can't sit still."

Taoist Yigan opened his eyes, with a look of expectation, and said again:

"Jianyige's skill in controlling swords is famous in Jizhou, and the old Daoist Gongquan became famous even as a young man! It's not easy to kill him! The attacker probably suffered a lot of losses, right?"

"The lord has a clever plan, the attackers were killed and injured, and there were four corpses at the scene alone." Taoist Miao Zhan replied.

"A puddle of muddy water!" Daoist Yigan let out a long breath and shook his head.

"Guanzhu, is it true that the fairy fate was won by Jian Yige?" Taoist Miao Zhan asked.

"Are you excited?"

"Fate in the fairy family, it's a lie to say that you can't be tempted."

Taoist Miao Zhan was honest.

When he came here to report, he did not mention the tragedy of the assailant, but first said that the old Taoist Gong Quan was seriously injured, and the instigation was beyond words.

"When the Xinghuanshan Palace appeared, the master Tonghuan was killed. Even many villagers in Dutang Village died violently for no reason. Those who got this fairy fate can be called ruthless! Jian Yige is good at killing swords. If Yuan is really obtained by Jianyi Pavilion, the old Daoist Gongquan is probably a bait on the bright side, so why should we add blood debts?"

Taoist Yigan's words were ambiguous without any accusations, but the meaning behind the words made Taoist Miaozhan fall into silence.

"Rather than pondering about immortal fate, fellow Taoist, it's better to think about yourself." Daoist Yigan said again.

"...Why did the temple master make such a statement?"

"The opportunity of the fairy family is deceiving people. I'm afraid that the evil spirits will kill indiscriminately and hit the opportunity."

Taoist Miao Zhan was startled when he heard the words.

That's right, as a local Taoist priest in Changxing City, the first person to arrive at the scene of the incident might be targeted.

"My Lord, what should I do?"

"Just kill a few jumping clowns."

Taoist Yigan spoke calmly, but his heart was heavy.

As the first person to rush to the scene on the day when the Immortal Palace exiled the dust, he was very clear about the direction of the whole matter.

There are many traces left at the site of the Tonghuan Tomb, but there are two main clues:

One is the blood of the yellow skin that was spilled on the ground;

The second is a few strands of cloth between the bushes.

Immediately there was a Taoist priest at the scene, using the Chonglongyu talisman, calling the nose god, and followed him away.

As a result, when passing through Tonghuan Daoist Temple, he was surprised to find that the master of Tonghuan Temple had been killed, and even the villagers at the foot of the mountain died suddenly at the same time, and their souls could not be recalled.

The clues of Huang Pijing's blood came to an abrupt end.

However, those few strands of cloth pointed to a horse Baojun who was fostered in a villager's home. After a thorough investigation, it was found that it was the mount of a member of Jianyi Pavilion.

And that person has long since disappeared without a trace.

No need to go into details about who got the opportunity of the fairy family.

When Taoist Yigan found this out, he stopped immediately, went back home, devoted himself to cultivation, and ignored foreign affairs.

However, even so, it may be extremely difficult to stay out of it.

……

……

Taoist Yigan was worried.

Unexpectedly, Mo Chuan, who saw the conversation through the incense as a mirror, felt even more heavy in his heart.

It turned out that after sorting out the inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Taoist, he used the incense as a mirror to spy on the subsequent changes in Changxing City.

In the end, he never expected that he would hear about the sudden death of Tonghuan Guanzhu and even some villagers.

Could it be that the Heavenly Demon Taoist still has inheritance?

Under the tomb, under the tomb, there are still tombs?

The latecomers were afraid of leaking the news, so they killed Tonghuan Guanzhu and some villagers?

Or is it that Jian Yige thought that the fairy fate had been obtained by his disciple, that is, the scholar Sword Immortal, so he took the initiative to wipe his ass for his disciple?
Or, this is... Huang Buyu's protector?
Mo Chuan's face darkened.

At this moment, he thought of various possibilities.

While his thoughts were running, his mind moved, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the living room and escaped into Changxing City.

Appearing in Changxing City again, the city has lost its initial bleak appearance.

The fact that the Immortal Palace appeared on the top of Xinghuan Mountain has attracted many people to seek immortality and ask questions.

As the saying goes:
After a catastrophe, there must be future blessings, and after a catastrophe, there must be great prosperity!
This may be a sign of the great prosperity of Changxing City.

Mo Chuan didn't want to go sightseeing, and wanted to hire a carriage to go to Xinghuan Mountain, but when he came to the carriage dealer, he found out that the carriages in the city had already been rented out.

Helpless can only go on foot.

Fortunately, there are a lot of idlers like him, but it is not eye-catching.

On the way, I met a few scholars by chance. After some exchanges, I realized that the fairy fate in the eyes of Taoists has become a source of wealth in the eyes of the world.

"The Daoist doesn't know something. Someone found a fairy beast in the mountains yesterday and offered it to the magistrate. I heard that it will be rewarded with a thousand gold! Look, most of these people are going for that fairy beast."

The fellow scholar pointed to the endless stream of pedestrians on the road and talked freely, very excited.

"Fairy beast?"

Mo Chuan was amazed, and after careful questioning, he found out that it was a white deer whose whole body was like snow.

Also known as: Tianlu.

"Shu Yi Ji" once said: "The deer turned into a gray deer in 1000 years, turned into a white deer in another 500 years, and turned into a black deer in another 500 years."

This is auspiciousness from heaven!
I heard that the prefect of Changxing was overjoyed to get this fairy beast. He not only rewarded the people who donated the beast, but also sent someone to send the Shangrui White Deer to the imperial city overnight.

As soon as this incident happened, it could be said that the matter of the palace on the top of Xinghuan Mountain was added to the flames.

There is an endless stream of people entering the mountains to look for deer.

Hearing this, Mo Chuan shook his head lightly.

I'm afraid there is something wrong with the prefect of Changxing. He offered zombies before, and now he offers white deer.

Why, the admonishing minister couldn't do it, and became a treacherous minister instead?

Or, is this an enlightenment, or a replacement?
"The front is Dutang Village, right?"

A fellow scholar built a pergola to look out into the room, interrupting Mo Chuan's wild thoughts.

He shook his head, ignored the matter of the temple, looked up and followed the scholar's pointing, and looked away.

From a distance, you can see the foot of the mountain, dotted with dots of houses.

It can be said: warm and distant village, smoke in Yiyixu.

After entering the village, the village is even more lively.

It doesn't matter whether you are looking for immortals and asking questions, or panning for gold to make a fortune.

The influx of population has made Dutang Village a tourist attraction. It can be said that every family becomes an inn, and every household becomes a restaurant.

The poor livestock in the village were plucked and slaughtered before the Chinese New Year, and became the target of the intestines.

Mo Chuan didn't want to stay, relying on his amazing physical strength, bid farewell to several scholars and climbed the mountain.

Without any taboo, he walked along the mountain road to Tonghuanfu Temple.

Today, many people came to the temple.

The simple incense bowl is filled with offering incense, it can be said that the incense is like firewood, and it is as faint as a cloud.

I don't know if it's General Zhenbei;

Still worshiping inner desires.

Mo Chuan walked around for a few laps, and then left quietly, like a Taoist disciple who was lucky enough to seek immortality.

He followed a few passers-by to the tomb of Tonghuanfu Temple.

The cemetery has changed drastically.

Among the many graves, there is a new grave.

It is the tomb of the old Guanzhu Tonghuan.

Only then did Mo Chuan know that the old temple master was originally named Pang Kuan.

He sighed secretly, kept walking, followed the pedestrians, climbed to the top of the mountain, and performed enough plays until the sun was setting to the west, and then he returned to Dutang Village with the setting sun, found a farmhouse, and lived there.

During dinner, I couldn't help asking.

Finally, it was determined that the villagers who died suddenly were the people he had seen seeking medical treatment in Tonghuanfu Temple that day.

……

into the night.

Insects chirping, katydids leaping, frogs chirping and cicadas chirping.

Mo Chuan lay by the simple window, looking at the moonlight like water, his mind sank slightly.

If only Tonghuan Guanzhu dies suddenly, it may be an accident.

However, even those few villagers who sought medical treatment died suddenly. This is enough to show that this incident was definitely not a passionate murder, but a premeditated one.

Generally speaking, the biggest beneficiary is the biggest suspect!

Who is the biggest beneficiary of this matter?
Undoubtedly, it was him, Mo Chuan.

But in the eyes of outsiders, the biggest beneficiary is Jian Yige.

"Huang Buyu has no time to commit crimes."

"Even if Jian Yige wanted to protect his disciple, there would be too little time to commit the crime. The only murderer is that scholar!"

"That scholar doesn't seem to be a good person. Not to mention sneak attacks, he is even more reckless. I am afraid that when he finds out that I have discovered something, he will send a sword boy to kill Master Tonghuan."

"Of course, these are just my conjectures. It is not ruled out that Taoist Tianyao also has inheritances obtained by others. Maybe the cave of the earth veins is just a suspicious mound set up by Taoist Tianyao to avoid the pursuit of his enemies."

Thinking of the second possibility, Mo Chuan felt a little restless for no reason.

After a long while, I couldn't help laughing at myself that people's hearts are not enough.

"call……"

He took a deep breath, and after making sure that he would not be involved in this matter, he threw away the distracting thoughts in his mind, watched the bright moon like a hook outside the window, and unconsciously closed his eyes.

"pat-"

Suddenly, a slight sound woke up Mo Chuan.

Looking up at the window, the hooked moon is slightly slanted, and everything is silent.

Mo Chuan's pupils dilated, and his mind suddenly tensed up.

At the end of midsummer, cicadas sing and dogs bark.

How could such a large village suddenly be as silent as a tomb?

(End of this chapter)