The old way has run out of oil and the lamp has dried up, and his life is not long!

——This is Mo Chuan's first feeling after occupying Lao Dao's body.

He didn't feel any spirit in this skin.

The depleted body not only failed to nourish the soul, but even devoured his essence, like a dry riverbed, unable to retain the slightest rain.

Only by flooding can we restore some moisture.

Even if Mo Chuan had to enjoy a few incense sticks, he still couldn't do anything if he wanted to moisten his dying body.

Fortunately, the way of incense, such as the sweet spring of the snow-capped mountain, is better than the long flow of fine water, and everything can be expected.

"It can last a few days, let's take a look at it for the time being!"

Mo Chuan said in his heart.

It's lucky, too.

Realizing that he was wearing it, he was thinking about how to reshape his body, but he didn't expect to bump into a shell today.

It's also a rehearsal in advance.

Speaking of which, it's actually quite good that this will die.

If the blood is too strong, it is easy to hurt the soul body.

If it is a sick body, it will possess a human body, and if it hurts people's souls, it will hurt heaven and harmony after all.

"Boom—"

After the lightning, thunder billowed outside the house, and heavy rain poured down.

"Anyone? I am passing by here and suddenly caught a mountain rain, can I borrow a treasure land to take shelter from the rain? ”

At this moment, an inquiry was heard outside the house.

Mo Chuan was about to reply, "Bang dang! A rude knock on the door was heard.

In the midst of the influx of water vapor, someone has already broken in.

Mo Chuan looked at it, probably because of the backlight, and the old Yanzhen Dao was dizzy, and the people who came couldn't see it clearly.

"This is a deserted temple, Brother Pan, come in, come in!"

"Even if it's a deserted temple, how can there be a door?" Brother Pan's voice hesitated.

"Come in and talk about it! Look at you, you're going to be drenched in soup. ”

As he spoke, the sound of hurried footsteps poured in.

Counting carefully, there were a total of six figures, four men and two women, who stuffed the hut tightly.

"What a temple! Who is this idol? ”

"Shhh

"Hey, there's incense!"

"There's someone there!"

After everyone came in, they chatted for a while, and when they looked around, they finally found Mo Chuan lying on the straw couch.

"I am Qingshui County Xiucai Pershingsi, today I visited Huayin Mountain with friends, I don't want the mountain rain to be in a hurry, I am in a hurry to avoid the rain, I broke in by mistake, and I ask the Taoist to forgive me!"

One of them approached and bowed his hand, listening to the same voice that had been asked for instructions outside the door at the beginning.

Mo Chuan rolled his throat and waved his hand:

"Simple huts, you are free, poor people are sick, so they will not be entertained."

Pershing Si arched his hand and said, "Thank you for your understanding!" ”

In the middle of the conversation between the two, the rest of them had already slapped the rain on their bodies.

There were also a few men who called the servants to bake their clothes on a fire.

Mo Chuan lay on the straw couch, looked at it hazy for a long time, and finally saw a clue.

Two of the four men and two women were servants.

The remaining two men are respected as "Qiao Gongzi", and those two women are also distant relatives of the Qiao family.

Pershings, who has always been polite, probably fought for the name of a talent to be qualified to walk with him.

"Dao Chief, please use tea!"

Not long after, Pershing Si brought a cup of tea, which was the new tea that Qiao Gongzi sent his servants to brew.

Originally, when I was going to visit the mountains and rivers, I was a vassal and elegant and tasted tea and poetry.

Now it's okay, I can only boil it to ward off the cold.

"You're welcome."

Mo Chuan sat up and took it generously.

His body now needs to replenish energy, whether it is food or tea.

"I should have a long history of contemplating Guiguan, but the Taoist is practicing here?"

"Just begging for a living in a barren mountain!"

"It turned out to be hiding from the imperial court to pay taxes and levy labor!"

This was said by Qiao Gongzi not far away, and it was obvious that he had been eavesdropping with his ears.

"Since you are hiding from taxes and servitude, why do you still build a god statue?" The lady next to her looked puzzled.

"Taoist priests are exempt from taxes, and they are not allowed to repair a statue of a god and pretend to be a little bit? Look at this statue, it is cultivated in a strange shape, which point looks like a fairy? ”

Qiao Gongzi pointed to the statue with a smug face, boasting that he had seen through the old way and thought carefully.

Mo Chuan glanced at the clay statue in the main hall of the thatched hut, and thought to himself, it is really a person who has a bad mouth and is not beaten.

"Qiao Gongzi's words are wrong! The imperial court is mighty and powerful, even if it is a last resort, how can it be possible to tolerate this situation? As far as I know, those who hold the degree issued by the imperial court are orthodox Taoist disciples. Dao Chief, am I right? Pershing thought.

"It's pretty much the same." Mo Chuan replied.

"Dare to ask if you have a degree?" Qiao Gongzi stood up.

Mo Chuan was stunned, and finally came back to his senses, sighing in his heart, underestimating the wisdom of the ancients.

Feelings: This is a red face and a white face, testing his identity?

That's right, who would dare to live alone in the barren mountains and mountains?

"Hee-hee-hee......"

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter outside the hut, and the voice was as sharp as a fox and creepy.

"The mind of a scholar is dirty, and he borrows his hut to shelter from the rain without being grateful, and he suspects the master with resentment? It's just filthy! Old miscellaneous hair still doesn't do it? ”

The laughter fell, and the urging sound that made people think carefully and frighteningly came.

Suddenly, the house was silent.

Pershing Si and Qiao Gongzi looked at each other, their faces full of horror.

Since the death of the commander of Qingshui County, they have been sent to the countryside farm by the elders of the family to avoid the disaster.

Today, I also took advantage of the excitement, thinking about finding a wonderful place on the edge of the barren mountain, and reciting poems against it.

Unexpectedly, I didn't take a few steps before I got lost.

All the way around here.

No, the mountain rain is urgent, and there is a thatched hut in front of them, how can they not mutter?

Unexpectedly, what are you really afraid of?

Mo Chuan was also shocked when he heard this.

What's going on?

Could it be that this old way colludes with spirits in the barren mountains and mountains to do that kind of business?

"Hee-hee-hee...... It's really a two-legged sheep with fine skin and tender meat, old miscellaneous hair, if you don't enjoy it, I will eat it. ”

In the midst of everyone's astonishment, layers of strange laughter suddenly sounded in the hut!

Pershing Si and the others were so frightened that they gathered together, and the two female relatives were even more pale, and shouted:

"Let's go, let's go!"

In the midst of the exclamation, there was already a female dependent, who fled in a panic.

"Don't go, if the thief guards the door, won't we be caught in the net?" Pershings hurriedly stopped.

However, it was late.

The woman had just rushed out of the hut when she let out a scream.

The pouring rain covered the murder scene like a curtain, leaving only the creepy creaking sound of chewing.

"Hmm-"

Only the female dependents were left, covering their mouths in horror.

"This-", "Qiao Shu! ”

Pershing Si and Qiao Gongzi were even more shocked, and they no longer had the graceful demeanor they had before.

Mo Chuan's heart also sank.

There is a chewing sound, which means that it is not a ghost, but a spirit cannibalism, which is not a good thing for him.

Fu Luan Lao Dao said that under the same path, spirits are stronger than ghosts.

There is no other reason, the spirit is the essence of all things in heaven and earth, the natural shell, the gathering is formed, and the scattering is qi.

After death, you can also turn to the ghost path.

Ghosts hurt people, mostly confusing people's minds, and possessing the law.

This trick is not good for spirits, unless the Tao is a Jiazi, which can condense the entity.

In other words, Mo Chuan's strongest means, the headless ghost, may not be able to deal with this cannibal spirit.

"Hee-hee...... The taste of this fine skin and tender meat is really good! Lao Zamao, if you don't do it again, don't blame me for not letting you afterwards! ”

Laughter was heard again outside the door.

Frightened, the faces of several people in the house became more and more pale, and they all curled up to the west side of the thatched hut, away from Mo Chuan.