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

On the [-]th day of the first lunar month of Jihai, the master of Fuluan Temple, Changqing, the real person, completed his meritorious deeds, the patriarch received an imperial edict, returned to the class to attend the teacher, and paid homage to the Sanqing in purple clothes.

On the sixteenth, the Fuji returned.

All the disciples in the temple wept with joy when they saw it.

In front of the shrine of the patriarch, Daoist Guangqing succeeded as the master of Fuluan temple and led the disciples.

It was night, and the candlelight in Xuanyun's tent stayed on all night.

The next day, Master Changqing left, and Fuluan Temple reopened the mountain gate.

Some devout pilgrims came, and they were amazed when they heard that Fuluan was going to watch the Lord's Immortal, and saw that the audience was full of joy.

The story is spread from ten miles to eight towns, and it becomes a good story, and the incense is more prosperous!

……

There are many folk festivals in the first month.

Sixteen days away from all kinds of diseases, 20 days to wear festivals.

After Chang Qing returned to the sacrificial stove, he had not rested for a few days before he was ordered by his teacher to hold the incense on his behalf and pay back the vows to the people.

After some experience, he was more and more impressed by the supernatural power of the patriarch.

From Jiumin in the south to Youzhou in the north, spanning the three states of Jin, Yun, and Hebei, there are seven or eight kinds of priesthoods, ranging from small villages to large city walls, all of which have authority and awe.

For Mo Chuan, having Chang Qing to walk on his behalf saved him a lot of energy.

It happened to be nested in the Temple of Yangshen, practicing qi and alchemy.

After being very quiet and thinking about moving, go to Shoushan Mountain, cook the grass and trees, and refine the air of the grass and trees.

Seven or eight days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the 25th day of the first lunar month, another incense burnt towards the face, followed by the sound of chanting.

"Lighting all over, burning incense all over, dry rice and boiled soup; sweeping the east wall with a dustbroom, every family's grain fills the warehouse."

Mo Chuan, who had long been used to all kinds of catchy proverbs and prayers, subconsciously wanted to call Chang Qing over.

However, when the idea just came up, he glanced at the incense by accident, and it was this glance that made him stunned.

The picture on the incense side is very familiar.

It was Chen Jiaofu, the household head of Shanqi Village, Guqi Town, Cangxia City, who was babbling.

I saw him holding a broom made of bamboo silk, chanting while cleaning the walls of the house, occasionally sweeping a spider or two, and his face was full of joy.

In the pottery bowl in the main room, there are three pillars of incense sticks, and green smoke curls up, lingering and rippling.

Not long after, Chen Jiaofu symbolically completed the ceremony, cupped his hands and said, "Master Cang, you have suffered a lot."

Er, turned around and left, and went to the field with a hoe on his shoulder.

Three sticks of incense are not worth mentioning.

Mo Chuan was stunned for a long time.

This day is the 25th of the first lunar month——Filling warehouse festival.

Also known as Tiancang Festival and Tiancang Festival.

It is rumored that a long time ago, a certain place suffered from severe drought for years, and there was no harvest. The court was still urging taxes and rents, and bullies were rampant.

Afterwards, fearing that the court would punish the people, he set fire to the warehouse and went to the fire to die in the warehouse to settle the matter.

The gods felt his merits and virtues, and he was named the God of Canglin!
A very unpretentious legend.

It's just that Mo Chuan didn't expect that the Canglin God that Chen Jiao worshiped should be on him.

No, to be precise, he became God of Cang.

Belonging to Chen Jiaofu's God Cang!
"Haha, interesting and interesting!"

Mo Chuan laughed, his heart moved, he flicked his fingers, and a wisp of vegetation followed the incense and poured into the grain growing bag in Chen Jiaofu's house.

"I hope that in the future you will no longer have to worship God Cang."

Mo Chuan sent his heartfelt blessings.

……

After the first month of the lunar year, it seems that various places have made an appointment, and various festivals and celebrations quickly quiet down.

The weather is getting warmer and everything is recovering.

Time cannot be wasted by the villagers, nor can it be wasted by the thousand-year-old monster.

At the beginning of February, the God of Fengming Cave came to visit.

Mo Chuan watched tea at the Wanchao Cave.

"The Red Pheasant Empress is an expert in the tea ceremony, how about a taste of the new tea cultivated by the poor Taoist?"

After Huang Buyu served the new tea, Mo Chuan raised his hand in greeting.

This is the tea that he ordered Liu Huaichun and Monk Dengcao to focus on cultivating. He spared no expense to produce it with the spirit of plants and trees, not for soft taste, but full of spiritual energy.

There is no other reason, as the level of his circle gets higher, he can't always treat guests with the green frost ancient vine tea presented by the red pheasant, right?

——He thought about it, but you don't drink that little tea?

So it's better to cultivate it yourself.

Now regardless of the taste, let's raise the index of Yuan Qi first, and then we can call it an identity.

"Oh? Why did Fellow Daoist study the tea ceremony?"

"Don't help yourself upright in the fluffy hemp!"

Red Pheasant laughed lightly when he heard the words, picked up the teacup, and sniffed it lightly, then felt the aura wafting up his nostrils, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

After taking a sip, his expression remained unchanged, but the light in his eyes faded by three points.

"how?"

"It's full of spirit, and it's top-quality tea."

"Tsk, it seems that the tea filled by the poor way is still seven points short of hot!"

"Human energy is limited after all. Fellow Taoists study alchemy, and then study tea ceremony. It is somewhat difficult to balance energy. If fellow Taoist likes tea ceremony, I will send some people to send some when I go back."

"That's a good relationship, thank you for being so poor."

"polite!"

The red pheasant smiled, and said tentatively: "I heard that the Insect Pill that the Three Corpses are selling is from a fellow Taoist. Is this true?"

"That's true."

"Fellow Daoist is very generous. Poor concubine also gave Fellow Daoist two elixir prescriptions?"

"If Your Majesty likes the ways of merchants, how about giving Genxue Pill and Taiyi Gold Paste Pill to Your Majesty as an agent?"

"Oh, it's just a joke, fellow daoist's seriousness is really cute!"

Red Pheasant covered his mouth and giggled, pushing out the benefits that were at his fingertips.

"Speaking of which, fellow daoist, do you still remember the fifth-grade elixir that I mentioned earlier?"

"Your Majesty, did you get the pill formula?"

"That's right!"

As soon as the red pheasant raised his hand, there was a scroll of green bamboo slips in his light white palm.

Mo Chuan stretched out his hand to take it, but he didn't want Chizhi to hold it tightly, his graceful eyes stared at Mo Chuan's eyes: "Fellow Daoist, tell me the truth, how sure are you?"

"Not even [-]%." Mo Chuan let go.

A flash of hesitation flashed in Chizhi's eyes, but he still put the bamboo slips on the table in front of Mo Chuan.

Mo Chuan reached out to pick it up, and his hands were icy cold, as if made of ice.

Gently unfold it, small teeny-headed characters are engraved on it, many characters are still written in ancient times, making Mo Chuan have to guess and understand in order to roughly understand.

【Five Grades Rejuvenation Pill】

——Heal the decline, remove the pain, and restore the marrow to the child.

Mo Chuan frowned, and the more he watched, the more frightened he became, until the end, he let out a sigh of relief.

This pill is not the Tianshou pill he imagined.

Its effect is similar to Zhuyan Dan.

However, it resides in blood marrow.

In other words, taking this pill can adjust the body's functions to the peak state, even when the potential has not yet been stimulated.

At this point, Mo Chuan finally understood why he couldn't guarantee anything, and Chizhi was still willing to take a gamble.

Huan Tong Pill, for the human race, its greatest value lies in "curing decay and pain".

It can cure unresolved diseases that are hard to cure by medicine and stone.

But for the Yaozu, the greatest value may lie in "returning the marrow to a child".

It should be noted that the cultivation of the monster race is the most important thing for blood.

It can be said that the bloodline determines their upper limit of practice.

Therefore, Fengming Cave God has practiced so far, I am afraid that his potential has been exhausted, and no matter how much incense and energy are filled in, it will only overflow from the bottleneck, meaningless.

If you return to the time when you were a child with Huantong Pill, wait until you are reborn and practice again.

At that time, the potential will be there, and it is possible to break through the bottleneck.

"Is the alchemy ready?"

After reading it, Mo Chuan raised his eyes and asked.

He majored in the Taoism of the Three Scenes, and secondarily practiced the Yin Talisman and Demon Wheel, so he could be regarded as a "demon" if he was so-so.

This is still young, and to him, its value is immeasurable.

"This is a fifth-grade elixir. How can it be so easy to find elixir? I can gather at most one elixir in my hand."

"Tsk, this is the first time Pindao has come into contact with Huan Tong Pill. He has to try it out. One pill is not enough."

"I naturally know it! However, the fifth-grade pills are not all scarce, most of them are relatively common pills, only a few three or five are quite rare, so what I lack in my hand is the most precious For the part, fellow daoists can use other alchemy materials to practice first."

"Hehe! Pindao heard that a fool bought six and a half cakes before he was full. He slapped himself in hatred and said bluntly, if he knew it, he would have eaten half of it. He ate the first six cakes for nothing."

The red pheasant's pretty face darkened when he heard the words, and he was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

Almost ran away, trying to kill Mo Chuan.

After a while, he suppressed his anger, gritted his teeth and said:

"Master Mingchen, I'll just say it bluntly. This elixir comes from Sixteen Miaotang. I only got three pieces of elixir with my credit guarantee. If it fails, I will try my best to find it in Fengming Cave. You settle the score."

As he said that, with a wave of his hand, all kinds of bottles and cans poured out to fill the lobby.

Mo Chuan's expression froze slightly.

Unexpectedly, after the red pheasant failed to bargain, he would be so straightforward.

Not to mention, Danfang came from Sixteen Miaotang.

It should be noted that the Wanli Jinghuang Cave God System is divided into two major factions, and the Sixteen Miaotang is in charge of the core area of ​​Jinghuang, which is very exclusive, like a closed country.

But this does not mean that Sixteen Miaotang is easy to deal with.

These old monsters are able to enclose the land and sprout naturally, which is naturally extraordinary.

Otherwise, the 24 living room will not eat fat?

Therefore, if something goes wrong, the plan to use alchemy to cast a golden body may really backfire.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, since the poor Daoist dares to take over, he naturally has the confidence!"

Mo Chuan was apprehensive, but his expression was very confident.

——He is no ordinary alchemist after all.

"That's good, since that's the case, I will leave now."

"Walk slowly."

The red pheasant left happily.

Mo Chuan also immediately put away the alchemy materials, escaped into the sacrificial stove, and went to study the return of Tong Dan.

After some research, he had to admit that Chizhi's words were true. Most of the Huantong Dan's pills were relatively common, and only three or five were very rare.

It can be said to have gone to extremes.

In addition, the reason why the Huantong Pill ranks in the fifth grade is not because of the preciousness of the alchemy materials, but because the number of alchemy materials involved is very complicated.

This is reflected in alchemy, which is an extremely complicated alchemy process.

If you are not careful, you will be ruined and useless.

For Mo Chuan, this is not difficult. Extracting the ingredients needed for each elixir is exactly what he is best at.

However, when he tried to cook a few core pills, he was stunned.

It turned out that one of the elixir materials was named: Phosphorous Huotu.

It is taken from the tomb of Jisha, its shape is like earth, its nature is like gold, when it is burned into water, it is mixed with autumn stones and stirred, poured on the ground, a layer of hoarfrost will condense in a short time.

This cream is the required elixir.

The process sounds simple enough.

It's actually hard.

Because the phosphorus fire soil is hardened by the shade, it is extremely difficult to melt, and when it melts, it is extremely easy to evaporate.

Often there are ten levels of phosphorus, fire and earth, and one level cannot be refined.

Therefore, one part of the prescription is ten heavy.

——Alchemy consumption has been calculated long ago.

Mo Chuan thought he could boil a stone out, but unexpectedly, under the pouring of Yuan Qi, the phosphorus, fire and earth did not move at all.

After exhausting Yuan Qi, he managed to smelt a little bit, but was surprised to find that although there were many precipitated materials, there was no "hoarfrost" characteristic substance at all.

Unexpectedly, he mixed in Qiushi again, and after tossing for a while, he was surprised to find that the real medicinal material was Qiushi.

The seemingly extremely precious phosphorus, fire and earth are the catalysts.

The so-called Qiushi is something extracted from the urine of boys and girls. It can be used as an aphrodisiac to treat kidney deficiency and tonify fatigue.

Because the refining process is very difficult, only a few dignitaries can enjoy it.

Of course, for Yaoxie, it is not difficult to collect them.

This discovery stunned Mo Chuan for a long time, and he screamed in his heart.

Those who invented this pill either knew it but didn't know why;

Either it is intentional to conceal the truth, making it difficult for Dan Fang to mass-produce it even if it is leaked.

"It doesn't make much sense to conceal it like this. Even if the real alchemy material is autumn stone, it needs phosphorus, fire and soil to catalyze it, and the refining process is not much different. However, for alchemy masters, there may be a way to improve it!"

"But for me, it's a good thing. At least knowing the truth can save a lot of energy."

Mo Chuan thought to himself, not much joy in his heart.

He was really tossed about by this elixir, so he lost his temper and lost his mood.

He simply put down the alchemy, calmed down, and went to practice.

I don't want to, not long after I entered the meditation, an incense stick came.

Looking at the incense as a mirror, I saw a dark and thin young man, dripping with blood, holding a broken knife, kneeling on one knee in front of an abandoned shrine beside the mountain road, swearing with his teeth.

"...I would like to be a slave for the rest of my life. I beg the old mountain god to avenge my father's grievance!"

Mo Chuan glanced at it, and then looked away.

At first glance, this young man looks like a person from the Jianghu, so it's worth noting this kind of incense!

The most important thing is, this fellow knows how to do business, and people are going to die to make this oath?

Is this an oath?
This is begging for life!
Don't want to, Mo Chuan was about to withdraw his eyes when his eyes flashed, but he saw the vegetation shaking behind the shrine.

A voice of ridicule came:
"You little Liao, you have done a good business. You have 31 swords in your body. The swords hurt your muscles and bones. You can live for up to ten days and a half months. If you take you as a servant, you will lose your crotch!"

The snickering sound, with a strong dialect accent, made Mo Chuan even guess.

"Who?"

The thin young man raised his head suddenly, obviously he had already exhausted all his strength, yet he raised the broken knife again.

"It's indeed the first sword in Lingnan! Little Xie Liao, your life is worthless, but the soul you cultivated with the energy and spirit of practicing swordsmanship must be good! In this way, this immortal will help you avenge your revenge, and you will sell your soul to how do I?"

The snickering voice didn't answer, but suggested instead.

"...Okay! As long as you chop off the ghost sword's head, not to mention the soul, you can pick the heart, liver and five internal organs!"

"Hee hee, people, you are always generous to things you can't touch! Don't blame me for not reminding you, sign this ultimatum, I will do what I say."

As the sound fell, a piece of bright yellow paper floated out of the forest and landed in front of the thin young man.

Seeing this, the lean young man's eyes flickered.

Gritting his teeth, dipped his hands in blood, and signed his name.

"Pretty!"

Gou Die rose without wind and went into the forest.

Suddenly, the bushes shook, and a tiger-spotted civet cat came out.

Seeing this civet cat, the skinny young man's expression changed drastically: "Are you lying to me?"

"Roar!"

Unexpectedly, the civet cat let out a roar, and its body swelled up until it was half a person's height, before stopping the rise, like a big white-fronted bug with eyes hanging out.

"Little Xie Liao, open your dog eyes and take a good look to see if this immortal has cheated on you?"

The thin young man looked slightly startled, showing suspicion, and said after a while: "Isn't it true that you have never seen the illusion of blinding eyes in Jianghu? Are you lying to me? Let's talk about it after you kill the Ghost Shadow Sword!"

"Dead duck has a tough mouth!"

The civet cat sneered, fell back into the civet cat shape, spit out a green ball and said, "Eat it!"