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

Chapter 17
Under the setting sun, the oxtail flicks flies.

A cowherd boy with a dry face and a nose, in ragged clothes, was riding on the back of the bull, staring blankly at the escort team Haohao Tangtang passing by down the ramp.

"Master Dao, Jiming Village is here!"

The convoy finally stopped in a village, and Luo Feibai came to Mo Chuan's carriage first and said respectfully.

Because Mo Chuan's life is not long, he didn't feel slighted at all.

The thick curtain of the carriage was lifted, Mo Chuan squinted his eyes, poked his head out, and walked out with heavy steps.

Luo Feibai quickly stepped on the side of the car with one foot and helped Mo Chuan get off the car.

"It's work."

"Master Dao, you are polite!"

Luo Feibai helped Mo Chuan out of the carriage with a respectful face, and then handed it over to the prudent young man to help him, and he was busy arranging the overnight stay.

With the support of his younger generation, Mo Chuan walked slowly, laughing at himself in his heart, this can be regarded as experiencing the life of old age in advance.

Yanzhen's experienced body is getting worse day by day.

Living in this body, he is like a bird in a pond, struggling to move.

He didn't even dare to walk away.

Because he has an intuition that as long as he escapes from the shell, the skin will definitely die instantly.

To put it bluntly, this body now depends entirely on his spirit.

Coincidentally, Fuluan has been watching the incense burns for the past few days, and he has become more and more powerful after eating in the sacrificial furnace.

Otherwise, how can we support the old Taoist Yanzhen to come here?

"It shouldn't be a problem to stick to the Yunji Temple. If the Yunji Temple can't find it, maybe you can use it to get a glimpse of the Yunji Temple Taoism." '

Mo Chuan thought to himself, the exhaustion from the journey seemed to be dispelled, and he felt hopeful that Mei would quench his thirst.

After dinner, a traveler knocked on the door and entered:

"Master Dao, a woman's child in a nearby town was frightened and lost her soul. Three aunts and six wives have visited it, but nothing has improved. I heard that you are in the escort team, and I would like to ask you to take a look."

"Lost soul, I'll go and have a look." Mo Chuan readily agreed.

"Okay, Daoist, I'll help you."

Qu Zishou was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurried over to help him.

The dart team pays attention to peace as the most important thing, regardless of the three religions, nine streams, white ways and black ways, it is all about forming good relationships.

There is a saying that a horse stake can also trip a person's leg.

With a good relationship, there will be many bright roads.

With the help of Qu Zishou, Mo Chuan came to the lobby of the hostel.

In the hall, Luo Feibai was entertaining guests.

Looking at the clean and tidy appearance of the guest, he must be a squire from all over the world.

That's right, it's not a squire, how can the news be so well-informed?
"Daoist, look what's wrong with the baby. Three days ago, she was crying and crying endlessly. Look, her voice is hoarse from crying, and she is still whimpering. In the past three days, she has hardly had a good night's sleep. , I finally gave birth to a son..."

A woman walked over with a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, and she complained like Xianglin's wife when she opened her mouth.

"Okay, don't say a few words, let the Taoist priest take a closer look." A middle-aged squire next to him reprimanded.

The woman closed her mouth when she heard the words, and moved forward to send the baby in her arms.

"Whoa whoa-"

Mo Chuan looked around and saw that the baby was indeed whimpering, but his voice was hoarse and he could hardly hear a sound.

Looking carefully, on the baby's body, several evil baby traces can be faintly seen entangled with it.

Looking at the gender of the evil baby, Mo Chuan sighed.

"Did any baby girl die in the family?"

The woman and her husband looked at each other, their faces suddenly pale.

"I also ask the Taoist priest to save my youngest son. My son came from thirty places, and he can't die again." The woman knelt down on her knees.

"Alas, sin!"

Mo Chuan sighed, and when he raised his hand, a ghost talisman suddenly flashed in his hand, and it was gently pressed against the baby's chest.

In an instant, the crying baby stopped abruptly.

He sucked his lips, wanting to breastfeed, but couldn't help being tired, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Oh, stop crying!"

"What a god!"

"Daozhang, good mana."

The bodyguards who were watching the bustle nearby were amazed when they saw this.

"Don't lose this talisman. It can protect the child from evil and evil. If you have time, burn a stick of incense for the child who died in infancy! Go, go!"

After speaking, Mo Chuan waved away people.

"Thank you Daoist, thank you Daoist!"

The squire quickly took out the money, put it on the table according to the rules of the Taoist wife's family, and took the woman away.

"Master Dao, you have worked hard."

Luo Feibai approached, clasped his fists in embarrassment and said:
"Luo travels north and south, often exposed to the mountains and fields, and there are often sights and stories of phosphorous fires in the graves. Can I ask the Taoist Lord to reward me with a talisman to ensure safety?"

When Mo Chuan raised his hand, a talisman flashed across his fingertips:
"This talisman can deter fierce ghosts, but it won't work if it's a spirit. However, if you encounter a spirit, you can be wounded by a knife and an axe. Anyone who is not a Jiazi monster can be chopped with a knife."

Luo Feibai was overjoyed when he heard the words, and took it with both hands: "Thank you Daoist for giving me the talisman!"

Mo Chuan bowed his hands in return, and with the support of Qu Zi, he slowly walked back to the guest room.

Early the next morning, the dart team set off again.

Mo Chuan sat in the carriage that could knock bones apart again, and endured the rest of the journey with a bitter face.

Fortunately, it is not far from Changlan City.

The convoy traveled until noon, and Changlan City was already in sight, and a few soldiers blocked the gate of the city, checking the passers-by.

Luo Feibai was quite a bit thin-faced, and he was let go without being troubled.

Just entering the city, the coachman who drove the car heard a surprised voice: "What happened? Why is the whole city wearing sackcloth and filial piety?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Chuan raised the curtain and looked outside:
No, on the sparsely populated street, five of the ten pedestrians were dressed in hemp, and one was crying.

After walking a few more steps, I met the alley, and at a glance, I could see someone in the alley holding a funeral.

The soul-inducing flag is raised high.

If this is just one or two cases, it will be fine. At most, you can say "raise the coffin to make a fortune, and the purple air will come from the east", which is bad luck.

However, the further the carriage went, the more people in the bodyguard team murmured.

Because there are too many funerals.

It can be seen in almost every alley, which is really evil.

In the meantime, groups of Taoist priests and Buddhist disciples came in and out.

After the bodyguard team entered the bodyguard office, Luo Feibai helped Mo Chuan off the carriage as usual, and he couldn't wait to call for someone to take over, and asked:
"Old Baoya, what's going on in the city? Why are there paper money floating around all the way?"

"Boss Luo doesn't know anything, the city is haunted recently!"

"What?" Luo Feibai's face changed slightly.

No, the old Baoya lowered his voice again and said: "However, some people say that this was done by patting Hanako. There are still rumors in the market that this is a dispute between temples!"

The so-called Paihuazi are human traffickers who specialize in abducting children.

Because he often pretends to be a beggar and walks in the streets, the folks call him Paihuazi.

"How do you say that?" Luo Feibai asked quickly.

Old Baoya glanced at Mo Chuan, and said with a mysterious expression:

"A month ago, there were repeated rumors of missing children in the city. Until recently, it has intensified."

"A few days ago, the magistrate announced that this was a slap in the face, and several thieves were beheaded in a row. I don't want to, not only did this matter not stop, even the old and young also disappeared."

"There are rumors that this is a thousand-year-old monster, haunted by ghosts! Some people also say that the magistrate's assessment is about to come, and this is because someone put eye drops on the magistrate!"

Luo Feibai was amazed when he heard the words, and cursed endlessly.

At the end, he turned his head and asked Mo Chuan, Master Dao, is there a ghost?

Mo Chuan replied, under the panic in the daytime, no ghosts have been seen for the time being.

While replying, Mo Chuan squinted his eyes, looking at the long dark street, thoughtful.

Tonight, he will stay overnight in Changlan City.

First, the Escort needs to unload and check the cargo;

Secondly, for the Escort, it would be somewhat wasteful to go to Xishan City from then on, only to detain him as a "human dart", so Luo Feibai planned to find some good luck and escort him together.

Mo Chuan didn't care about this.

At night, Changlan City was full of people.

But the government organized a large group of people, holding torches, to patrol the long street. The blazing fire, like a dragon swimming, circled the streets and alleys.

That scene, like festive lights, is lively and weird.

Mo Chuan stood at the window and stared at it in the middle of the night, but didn't see anything, but he was old and frail and exhausted!

In the middle of the night, he simply fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he was awakened by a commotion.

When he put on the Taoist robe and walked out of the room, the scene in front of him made him feel dazed.

I saw Luo Feibai, the flying tiger of Huayin, kneeling in the courtyard.

In front of him, on a piece of green cloth spread out, there was a severed foot. It looked like it should be the sole of a child.

Under the sole of the foot, there is a talisman.

——It was the deterrent talisman that Mo Chuan gave him.

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