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

"In order to get out of trouble, those two dragons dare to make up any kind of nonsense, how can the poor monk dare to listen to their nonsense." Master Shen Quan shook his head.

"Speaking of which, since the two dragons are dead, the water purification vase is useless, right?"

When he mentioned the water purification bottle, Mo Chuan's heart suddenly moved, and he asked tentatively.

"Fellow daoist, do you want a water purification bottle?" Shen Quan asked.

"It does."

"Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade. The eminent monk Fulong has perfect wisdom and virtue, and he has not left any method to control the treasure. Presumably it is to prevent the monks of Shuanglong Temple from being bewitched, so let's release Shuanglong privately!"

Master Shenquan said with emotion.

Mo Chuan looked regretful when he heard the words, and then he asked some rumors about Qi refiners, and when there was no more new information, he immediately asked about "The Law of No Coming, No Going".

There is a saying in Buddhism: There is no coming and no going, so it is called Tathagata.

This is a technique of cutting chaos and eliminating confusion.

When the mind is confused, using this technique can cut away distracting thoughts and restore righteous thoughts.

It is of great benefit to practice.

Hearing this, Mo Chuan asked about Yisari again.

Venerable Master Shen Quan said: "To tell you the truth, fellow Taoists, after the poor monk conjured up the relic, he didn't notice too many magical effects. He kept it in the spirit, and only felt that his mind was a little faster."

Mo Chuan was dumbfounded when he heard the words, thought for a while and said: "Since the poor Taoist has entered the Taoist sect, how dare he forget his roots? Forget about "The Law of No Coming and No Going". After all, relics are one thing, so just relics!"

As he spoke, he took out a scroll of scriptures and handed it over.

Upon seeing this, Venerable Master Shenquan was stunned, but he didn't reach out to receive the sutra for a long time.

"Why, do you regret it?" Seeing this, Mo Chuan asked jokingly.

"Amitabha, you are joking, the poor monk is just a little unexpected."

As Master Shenquan said, he formed a lotus seal with his hands, called out the relic, and pushed it towards Mo Chuan with a light push.

At the same time, he reached out to take the scriptures and read them on the spot.

Mo Chuan took the relic, checked it with his power, and put it into his body after confirming that it was all right.

And then... nothing changed.

He only felt that there was a little foreign body in his soul, which was neither uncomfortable nor comfortable.

This made Mo Chuan laugh at himself, he couldn't be fooled, right?
But looking at Master Shen Quan who was studying the water drinking technique, he pondered for a moment, but he didn't question him.

"Dare to ask you, the scriptures say, 'Wash green water, exhale crimson qi, bow with humility and tranquility, soothe the mind and invigorate the mystery' Dare to ask what is the explanation for this 'crime qi'?"

It didn't take long for Venerable Master Shenquan to consult for details, so he raised his head and humbly asked for advice.

"The essence of this technique lies in the spring eye under the navel. The so-called crimson qi is the qi of the spring eye. This is the qi that opens up the universe..."

After hearing the words, Mo Chuan answered them one by one.

It's amazing to say that the art of drinking water is something he learned from himself. Although he has supernatural powers, he doesn't really understand many places. It can only be said that he knows it but doesn't know why.

It feels like a formula.

Now when explaining to Venerable Master Shenquan, he was subconsciously repeating the rumors, and as he spoke, what he had been ignorant of before became self-evident.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, thinking that he had mastered supernatural powers, and learned the principles with practice.

However, as he talked, he felt something was wrong.

Because when he was talking about the art of drinking water, he subconsciously combined the talent of the real dragon - born with one water, and derived all kinds of wonderful ideas from it.

He even has a kind of intuition, and if he refines it carefully, he can even create new spells based on his natural affinity for water and the principle of drinking water.

As for his own talent, Mo Chuan is naturally good at it.

Not bad, but not great either.

The whimsy and whimsy that suddenly popped up now is no longer limited to imagination, but also the specific operation details in my mind.

This subtle change caused Mo Chuan to suddenly realize where the problem was.

——Italian relic.

This is the effect of Italian relic.

In addition to calming distracting thoughts, it also amplifies righteous thoughts, making Mo Chuan's mind more agile, so it is not surprising that he has many wonderful ideas.

After figuring out the cause and effect, Mo Chuan's eyes on Master Shenquan suddenly changed.

Master Shenquan said that after holding the relic, he only felt that his mind was a little faster, which may not be an intentional concealment of the effect.

After all, he was still counting on Yisari to change his surgery!

The reason why he said this can only explain one point, his talent is almost full, and the effect of Yisari's blessing is naturally dispensable.

Undoubtedly, this is also the root cause of his ability to condense Italian relics.

This world... After all, it only loves icing on the cake, and does not want to give charcoal in the snow, even the way of heaven is the same.

Facts have proved that Master Shenquan is indeed amazingly talented.

After humbly asking for advice, as a Buddhist, he closed his mouth, slightly closed his eyes, and practiced in front of Mo Chuan.

After only a quarter of an hour or so, he gently opened his eyes with a look of joy on his face.

"Amitabha, the Chengye River has been saved, and the poor monk thanked the friends on both sides of the strait for the exchange of spells!"

"Master is polite!"

"Fellow Daoist, be merciful."

Master Shen Quan, who had achieved his goal, immediately got up and asked to resign: "Chengye has been dry for more than ten days, and there is no delay, so the poor monk will leave."

"The poor man will not be retained."

"Fellow Daoist, stay!"

Master Shenquan uttered the Buddha's name, and immediately turned and left, his footsteps appearing to be in a hurry.

Mo Chuan looked at Master Shenquan's leaving back, and the gloom in his heart eased a little, and he thought to himself:

"Every word and deed of Guan Shenquan, it seems that he is indeed an eminent monk, and the relics are one of the proofs. However, there are straight trees in the mountains, and there are no straight people in the world. It is also possible that Shenquan is playing a bitter scheme to earn money. The benefit of the poor, to prevent accidents, or to verify one or two."

"Before that, the chaos in the Chengye River must be rectified! This is the cause and effect of poverty, and it should be borne together."

"However, if you intervene rashly, you may arouse suspicion!"

"Forget it, the way of heaven has no relatives, and if you are always with good people, you should follow the trend and be a waver."

I don't know if it was the help of relic, but Mo Chuan's thoughts were running extremely fast, and he had a direction after a little thought.

"Huang does not speak!"

With his thoughts settled, he immediately called out.

"—the disciple is here!"

Huang Buyu, who was sending Master Shenquan out, rushed over when he heard Mo Chuan's call, and kowtowed to the hall.

"Wanchao Cave, are there any demons you can trust?"

Mo Chuan picked up the herbal tea, took a sip, frowned slightly, and put it down casually.

"If you come back to Immortal Elder, Shengqu Cave God Baiwei Xiaoqinglong may be trustworthy!"

"It?" Mo Chuan looked thoughtful.

I was a little surprised in my heart, did the white-tailed little green dragon worship under him?

Tsk, during this period of time, he was so busy that he ignored the Wanchao Cave.

"There is Shoushan Mountain in Yunzhou, and there is a mountain god in Shoushan Mountain. It is one of the incarnations of the poor Tao. The nearby Chengye River has been hit by a disaster recently, and the chaos has gradually arisen. The poor Taoist wants to sweep away the demons and demons, sweep away evil spirits and restore the righteous. You are willing to fight Luck?"

Mo Chuan asked meaningfully.

Huang Buyu's heart was shocked when he heard the words, he especially remembered that when he came to Wanli Jinghuang, the immortal elder made a promise that if he did a good job, he would be rewarded with a high salary.If you don't want to go, you can also live in the wilderness thousands of miles away.

He thought that this time could be counted in ten years or a hundred years, and he still secretly made up his mind to keep his loneliness.

Unexpectedly, just a few months later, an opportunity came.

"The disciple is willing to go!"

"Let's leave the matter of the Wanchao Cave to the white-tailed little green dragon for the time being!"

As Mo Chuan said, with a wave of his hand, several objects fell in front of Huang Buyu. Looking carefully, he found a pair of golden cymbals, several bottles of medicine pills, and a stone urn.

"This golden cymbal is destined for you, so I will give it to you. When you have something good to say, quickly call my name!"

After the sound fell, Mo Chuan's figure had disappeared.

"The disciple respectfully abides by the edict of the Immortal Elder!"

Huang Buyu was extremely pleasantly surprised, but he didn't dare to let go, he hastily bowed respectfully and bowed, and after finishing the gift, he picked up the gift from the immortal elder, and bowed out of the hall.