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

Chapter 171
Surrounded by gurgling water and greenery.

Not knowing how long the boat had been going, the old boatman suddenly yelled, "Everyone, sit still, there are ghosts in front of you."

Mo Chuan looked up when he heard the sound.

The river is still turbulent, and the trees on both sides are shady and there are no people.

Not too far away, there were circles of small whirlpools on the river surface, and further forward, you can still see raised reefs.

The old boatman was full of energy, posing with a long pole, or stabbing or propping it up.

Most of the passengers didn't say a word, and they clung to the side of the boat tightly.

For a while, the whole ship was silent.

I have to say that this old boatman is really capable. Seeing that the water is rushing, the dilapidated ferry is as stable as a tortoise under his hands.

Seeing that the water gradually calmed down, the Sanjingjian held in Mo Chuan's arms suddenly trembled slightly.

Mo Chuan was taken aback.

Looking sideways into the water, I saw a huge dark spot that followed the boat like a shadow cast by a ferry.

"Whoa!"

All of a sudden, there were dark waves on the calm water surface, and the ferry that passed by, which had never been bumped without a ghost, suddenly bumped violently.

"Don't panic! It's just an undercurrent!"

The old boatman's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously comforted the passengers. He put his hands on the pole, and his eyes were fixed on the water surface, searching for water patterns.

Although there is a saying about "ten masters and ten thousand methods" in the way of boating, the way of water classics is the way of nature, which has never changed since ancient times.

After mastering the water meridian, no matter how complicated the water potential is, it can be easily resolved like a padding ox.

The ferry was bumpy and uncomfortable. Mo Chuan, who was a little heavy in his heart, heaved a sigh of relief for no reason.

——It turns out that there really is a water demon in the Chengye River.

He held the Sanjing sword scabbard expressionlessly, hung it over the side of the boat, tilted the sheath, and let the Sanjing sword slide into the river without a sound.

"Whoa-"

The river suddenly became fierce.

There seems to be an undercurrent of evil spirits in the water, trying to overturn the ferry.

Mo Chuan remained calm and supported the boat.

Although the hull was still bumpy, it was much calmer.

The old boatman, who was struggling to support the pole, stopped suddenly, his face full of surprise and uncertainty.

After a long time, the turbulent water surface gradually calmed down.

"Boater, is this sailing past?"

A passenger asked with a look of surprise.

"Drove past."

The old boatman responded casually.

Before the passengers could breathe a sigh of relief, Mo Chuan, who was sitting at the bow, suddenly yelled:
"Hey, old man, stop, stop, wait, wait!"

"What's the matter, Master Dao?" The old boatman asked quickly.

"The Pindao sword has fallen, it's on the bow of the boat, wait for me to fish it!"

As Mo Chuan spoke, he stretched out his body and reached out to fish it into the water.

The passengers on the ship suddenly looked at each other with strange faces.

"Master Dao, the ferry was in such a hurry just now, your sword may have fallen behind!" The old boatman hastily reminded.

"Pfft!"

Looking at the businessman full of ink, he laughed unabashedly: "I've heard about it for a long time, but I thought it was arranged by literati, and I never thought..."

Before the words fell, it stopped abruptly.

The businessman's eyes widened in astonishment, dumbfounded.

But Mo Chuan, who was lying on the bow of the boat, had already turned around, and suddenly there was a cold Tangxi sword in his hand.

"Okay, old man."

Mo Chuan let out a long sigh of relief.

Throwing his Three Scenery Sword into the water, it can come and go freely by virtue of the buoyancy of the water, as if walking against the wind.

Unexpectedly, when he came back, his energy was exhausted and he couldn't get out of the water.

He has the heart to lead, but he is not good at water method.

It can be described as a hundred secrets and one sparse!
If the old boatman doesn't stop for a while, he is afraid that he will "climb Fulang to send the sword".

"Oh, the Taoist priest has great mana!"

The old boatman was well-informed and seemed to realize something, and praised him again and again.

"Hey, Miao Zan Miao Zan!"

Mo Chuan waved his hand, put his sword back into its sheath, and asked, "Old man, may I ask this Chengye River, is there any Dragon King Temple?"

The old man was fair: "[Wang Yehui] actually built a Dragon King Temple in Fengchao City. Why did the Taoist ask this?"

Mo Chuan said: "On weekdays, I see Yaren going to business and worshiping gods from all walks of life, so seeing the undercurrent on the river, I suddenly thought of asking."

The old boatman: "That's it! Speaking of it, there are many gods worshiped in the Chengye River to make a living. In addition to the Prince's Club, there are Bodhisattva Clubs, the God of Wealth, the River Shrine, and the Qiaosheng Xianshi Hall..."

"The Artful Saint Immortal Master Hall?"

When Mo Chuan heard this, his eyes showed surprise.

What is Qiaosheng Xianshitang?
It is Gongshuzi, Luban also.

It turns out that relying on mountains to eat mountains and relying on water to eat water, a large number of shipping service industries have naturally emerged on both sides of the Chengye River.

Among them were shipbuilders.

It is the patriarch Grandpa Shuzi who he believes in and worships.

This belief even spread to ships.

Anyway, it's just a matter of setting up an extra statue and burning three more pillars for offering incense.

According to the old boatman's introduction, the ferry sailed for another hour, and Kemao City finally arrived.

"Here, go steady—"

When the ferry docked and the passengers filed down, the old boatman quietly called out to Mo Chuan amidst the shouting: "Little old man doesn't know the true face of the Shangxian, please take care of the Shangxian, I dare not accept the boat fare. "

Then, he took out thirty copper coins and handed it over.

"Old man, what is the meaning of this? How can a poor man not pay for the boat? Isn't this poor man?"

"Don't dare! It's just a little money for offering incense to Sanqing, please accept it."

Mo Chuan saw that the old boatman was quite frightened, and then he reached out to take the copper coins, and handed over a porcelain bottle, saying: "The water is very humid, this pill can keep your body healthy, this is the blessing of Sanqing, don't refuse."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the old boatman to say more, he stuffed the porcelain bottle into his hand, turned and left.

I thought, this old boatman has quite a vision!

……

At this time, the old boatman looked at Mo Chuan's back as he went away, and then looked at the pill in his hand, with a troubled look on his face.

He really didn't dare to take this pill.

The older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous.

Many people think that they are most afraid of eddy currents and hidden reefs when sailing on water, but they don't know that bandits and officials are the real tigers on the water.

God knows, did this Taoist deliberately "show off his holiness" and deceive him?
After thinking about it, he walked around the ferry boat to see if anyone had engraved a code and tied a red rope.

After finding nothing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought maybe I was worrying too much.

He uncorked the bottle again, looked at a black ball inside, sniffed it lightly, and could still smell a sweet smell.

After thinking about it, he still stuffed the elixir in the dark compartment of the ferry, so as not to save his grandson from eating it as a sugar pill one day when he gets on the boat to play.

After hiding the elixir, he took out another big cake and ate it. After filling his stomach, he rowed the oar and drove the empty boat back.

When it came, it went downstream, even if it carried more than a dozen passengers, the boat was still like a flying shuttle.

Now going up against the current, I can only move slowly with my oars.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the boat has stopped screaming, and suddenly I see large boats and small boats gathering together on the shore, connecting like an embankment.

"broken!"

Seeing this scene, the old boatman thumped in his heart, and hurried away, thinking that the ship might have sunk.

Otherwise, so many ships would not gather.

When the oar approached, he quickly tied the boat, followed the crowd gathering place, and left.

Before they got close, they could smell a pungent stench.

When he got closer, the scene in front of him changed his expression greatly.

Surrounded by several sampans, a huge mountain of meat floated on the water surface, with sword marks, cut into flesh and blood, and the gurgling blood stained the river black, emitting a strong stench.

(End of this chapter)