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

Men, big bellies, stretch marks, skinny.

Any one of these four words is not surprising, but the combination is enough to make hair stand on end.

This is the fundamental reason why Yongcheng panicked the Ke family, a big boat family, and even hired a Taoist to open an altar to exorcise evil spirits!

This is a strange disease. On both sides of the Dongyu River, this strange disease has a frightening name:

— Gu disease!
No one knows how this disease came about, but once got this disease, the abdominal distension is like a ball, the pain is unbearable, the Qi and blood condense and cannot be released, but the body becomes thinner and thinner, and finally dies suddenly.

If you dissect its abdomen, you can still see disgusting insects.

This is the origin of the name Gu disease.

At first, some people thought that it was the Miao people from Wanli Jinghuang who made a Gu, so they extremely rejected the Miao people;

Gradually, after the activities of Miao people on both sides of the strait ceased, Gu diseases continued to emerge one after another.

Since then, various legends have been born.

One of the most popular sayings is that this is the evil spirit in the river, and this is a corpse insect!
As the old saying goes, charcoal dogs die only when they are buried, and beards die when they are not buried.

What is charcoal dog?It is the miners.

What is a beard?It was the boat runner.

As a boat runner, one must not only be prepared to die in rivers and rivers, but also have the awareness that the body cannot be recovered.

Look at the person with Gu disease, his stomach is distended like a giant, full of insects, how is it different from that swollen corpse?

Therefore, every time a person who died of Gu disease is found, those who have no money will avoid it, and those who have money will hire someone to save the resentful soul, lest the resentful soul will look for the next victim again.

However, Mo Chuan glanced at it and raised his eyebrows.

This is... a blood-sucking worm?
No, Mo Chuan found blood-sucking insects in the belly of the corpse without using the vision of the void.

Casually using the magical power of Feimou to avoid epidemics, all the blood-sucking worms in the stomach died suddenly.

Unfortunately, the dead cannot be brought back to life.

"It is said that blood-sucking worms live in snails, and the two sides of the river are high-incidence areas. It is estimated that they are caused by eating uncooked snails by mistake."

Mo Chuan instantly figured out the cause and effect.

He glanced at a pious old man offering incense in the corner of the yard, listened to his whispering words for a while, then shook his head and gave up.

The old man's obsession is simple and simple, but difficult to say, that is to ask God to bless you, don't be plagued by Gu disease!
It's not difficult for you to let Mo Chuan heal his illness;
But to ensure you never get sick, tsk tsk, it's really a bit difficult.

After all, Mo Chuan couldn't always stare at the donor!
"never mind!"

Mo Chuan shook his head, looked away, and took out the "Lecture Notes of the Six Gods of Inner Scene" written by Taoist Wuzhu, ready to read it carefully.

I don't want to, but after my eyes fell on the handout, I couldn't bear to read it.

In my mind, I always linger about the appearance of the belly corpse.

Speaking of which, during this period of time, he often traveled on both sides of the Chengye River, and he had never seen a man with a big belly. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't that he couldn't see it, but that the man with a big belly had already stayed at home waiting to die.

"Forget it, it's a matter of raising one's hand, and the right is to accumulate Yin virtue."

Mo Chuan pondered for a moment, and then he spoke to summon the old Taoist Fuluan, that is, Taoist Changqing.

At this time, Taoist Changqing was secretly repairing the Huanglu Dhai in a small building, when suddenly the voice of the Patriarch came from his ear, he was startled, and quickly got up and came.

"Disciple Chang Qing, I have met Patriarch!"

Pushing away from the main hall, Chang Qing respectfully kowtowed three times and bowed three times. When he raised his head, he looked at Mo Chuan with somewhat complicated eyes.

"Pindao recently traveled the rivers and lakes and found that there are many Gu diseases on the banks of the rivers. The people are terrified, but it is actually just a disease of insects! Go for a walk, find a few victims, and promote the Shoushan Mountain God, which can cure Gu If you are sick, you don’t need to go to the temple to pay homage, just burn incense with your heart, don’t delay.”

Mo Chuan exhorted.

In fact, based on the effectiveness of his Shoushan Temple, the mountain god's ability to cure Gu diseases will spread sooner or later, there is no need to do anything extra.

But this process will take at least several years.

If you're unlucky, it's possible for more than ten years.

Because if you want to attract Mo Chuan's attention, at least you have to be obsessed with incense.

In the Shoushan Temple, the standard is lower, but one must be a pious person.

Such people are rare.

Coupled with the fact that people with Gu disease are weak and most of them are poor, it is somewhat difficult for such people to go to the temple to seek medical treatment.

Even if it is cured, it will take time for it to spread.

During this time, I don't know how many people will die.

Mo Chuan simply sent someone to add fuel to the flames. He received incense and the patient survived, which was the best of both worlds.

"Disciple obeys the decree of the law!"

Chang Qing didn't even think about it, and hurriedly bowed in response.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan raised his hand, and a piece of painted skin floated over.

——This painting skin was given to Mo Chuan by Huang Buyu, the big demon of Jiazi, when he first entered the world of incense.

It's not used for a long time now, so it just happened to be given to the old Taoist Fuluan, and it was faked in human form.

"You are in the body of ghosts and immortals, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see. This painted skin is given to you to facilitate your actions."

Mo Chuan's explanation warmed Chang Qing's heart, he quickly reached out to take it, and bowed to thank him: "Disciple Chang Qing, thank you for the treasure!"

"Painted skin is fragile, so it's better to come and go in the morning and evening! Every time you meet a patient, you will chant the name of the poor Taoist after publicizing it. Ordinary people, when they see a wild Taoist priest, will inevitably have doubts and insincerity. The poor Taoist can't hear it." .”

Mo Chuan urged again.

"The disciple understands."

"Well, go, if you are in danger, recite my name, don't hold on."

As Mo Chuan said, he was about to send Fuluan Taoist out of the sacrificial stove with a wave of his hand.

"Grandfather—"

The old Fuluan spoke suddenly, making Mo Chuan stop.

"What's the matter?"

Old Taoist Fu Luan bowed his head, doubts accumulated for decades came to his mind.

He especially remembered that in the squire's side house in Matouxi, the patriarch once called himself a Taoist priest of Mingchen, and this detail made him feel uneasy.

In retrospect, the patriarch never claimed to be the patriarch, but called himself "the poor way".

The so-called patriarch was Xuan Yun's insistence after meeting him accidentally at first.

His Fuluan lineage has been in decline for a long time, and it has been a long time since his patriarch descended to immortality, so he was so excited that he didn't think much about it.

The most important thing is that Mo Chuan was indeed his disciple Xuan Yun who invited the immortals to come here by using the technique of ghosts and immortals to descend upon evil spirits.

And not many times.

How can there be any doubts?
However, the incense of the Lord of Banling Mountain and the name of Mingchen Daoist made him aware of a cruel truth in a trance.

"Walking in the wilderness, my disciples will inevitably encounter lonely ghosts. I also ask my ancestor to give me a few ghost-deterring talismans to defend myself."

Various thoughts rushed to Chang Qing's lips, but they became words of begging.

"Well, I don't think so poorly."

Mo Chuan shook his head, waved his hand, and a pile of things fell over.

Take a closer look, you can see talisman, dharma sword, sanqing bell, coir raincoat... everything is available.

The most rare and valuable thing is that the coir raincoat is woven from spiritual grass, even a ghost body can be easily carried in the body.

"Ah...too many!"

Seeing this, the old Taoist Fuluan's heart skipped a beat, with a look of sincerity and fear.

"A few belongings, don't worry, see if you need anything else?"

"Enough is enough, no matter how much, the body of the ghost and immortal disciple will not be able to carry it."

"That's good, go and come back quickly."

Mo Chuan nodded, moving his heart at will, and sent Fuluan Taoist out of the sacrificial furnace.

After he left, the hall immediately fell into silence.

Mo Chuan looked at the empty hall and shook his head slightly:
"How can a poor horse fall in love with stack beans, and leave the prison?"

"No, a good bird chooses a tree to live in, and a virtuous minister chooses a master to serve. This is an act of 'always with a good person', and it is beyond reproach."