At sunset, oxtail flicks flies.

The cowherd boy with a dry nose on his face, riding on the back of the cow in rags, watched the next line of darts under the ramp Hao Hao Tang Tang walk by.

"Master Dao, Ji Mingtun has arrived!"

The convoy finally stopped in a village, and Luo Feibai took the lead in front of the Mochuan carriage and said respectfully.

did not despise Mo Chuan at all because his life was short.

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

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

"I'm tired."

"Master Dao, you're welcome!"

Luo Feibai respectfully helped Mo Chuan out of the carriage, and then handed it over to the steady Housheng to support, and he was busy arranging the overnight shooting.

With the support of the latter life, Mo Chuan walked slowly, laughing at himself in his heart, which can be regarded as an early experience of old age.

Yanzhen's old body is not as good as day by day.

He is like a fish in a pond, struggling to move forward.

He didn't even dare to leave.

Because he has a gut feeling that as long as he comes out of his shell, this skin will definitely die in a minute.

To put it bluntly, now this shell is all hanging by his soul.

Coincidentally, in the past few days, Fuluan Guan incense has been flourishing, and under his food with a sacrificial furnace, his soul has become more and more refined.

Otherwise, where can we support Yanzhen to come here?

It shouldn't be a problem to stick to the cloud pole view, and if the cloud pole view can't be discovered, maybe you can take this opportunity to get a glimpse of the cloud pole view of the Tao. ’

Mo Chuan secretly thought in his heart, and the fatigue of the journey seemed to be dispelled, and he was quite hopeful that Mei would quench his thirst.

After dinner, a walker knocked on the door:

"Master Dao, there is a woman in a nearby town whose child was frightened and lost his soul. The three aunts and six mothers-in-law took a look at it, but it didn't get better. I heard that you are in the dart team, and I would like you to take a look. ”

"I'll take a look." Mo Chuan readily agreed.

"Okay, Master Dao, I'll help you."

The executioner was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly came over to help.

The dart team walks the dart, pays attention to harmony as the precious, regardless of the three religions and nine streams, the white road and the underworld, it is all a good relationship.

There is a saying that tethered horse stakes can also trip people's legs.

If you have a good fate, there will be many clear paths.

With the support of the executioner, Mo Chuan came to the lobby of the house.

In the hall, Luo Feibai was entertaining guests.

Looking at the neat and tidy appearance of the guests, I think they are also squires from ten miles and eight towns.

That's right, if it's not a squire, how can it be so well-informed?

"Dao Chief, look at what's wrong with the doll, three days ago, I cried and cried, endlessly, you see, my voice is crying hoarse, or humming and chirping, these three days, I have hardly slept a peaceful night, I have a son so easily......"

A woman came over with a baby wrapped in her arms, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she complained like a sister-in-law.

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

When the woman heard this, she closed her mouth and stepped forward to give her swaddling clothes in her arms.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

Mo Chuan looked at it, and the baby in the swaddling clothes really couldn't stop humming, but his voice was hoarse, and he almost didn't hear the sound.

Looking closely, on the baby's body, several evil babies can be faintly seen entangled in his body.

Taking a look at the sex of the evil baby, Mo Chuan sighed.

"Is there a baby girl in the family who died?"

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

"Please also ask the Taoist to save my son, my son from thirty directions can't die young." The woman bowed her knees and knelt down.

"Alas, what a wreck!"

Mo Chuan sighed, and as soon as he raised his hand, a ghostly urn suddenly flashed in his hand, gently sticking to the baby's chest.

Suddenly, the crying baby came to an abrupt end.

He pursed his lips and had the heart to feed, but he couldn't stop being tired and fell into a deep sleep.

"Oops, stop crying!"

"It's a god!"

"Dao Chief, good mana."

The lively dart masters on the side were amazed to see this.

"Don't lose this urn, you can protect the child from the nuisance of yin and evil, and if you have time, burn incense for the deceased doll! Go, go, go! ”

After speaking, Mo Chuan waved his hand to drive people away.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The squire hurriedly took out the money, put it on the table according to the rules of the Taoist family, and left with the woman.

"Master Dao, it's hard work."

Luo Feibai approached, hugged his fists with an embarrassed face:

"Luo went south and north, often exposed in the mountains and wilderness, and often saw and heard of phosphorus fire in the grave, can you ask the Taoist master to reward a talisman to keep safe?"

As soon as Mo Chuan raised his hand, a talisman flashed across his fingertips:

"This urn can deter ghosts, but if it is a spirit, it will not work. However, if you encounter a spirit, the knife and axe can be injured, and if you are not a Jiazi demon, you can cut it with a knife. ”

Luo Feibai was overjoyed when he heard this, and took it with both hands: "Thank you Dao Ye for the talisman!" ”

Mo Chuan returned the salute, and with the support of the executioner, he slowly returned to the guest room.

Early the next morning, the team set off again.

Mo Chuan sat in the carriage that could break people's bones 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, Changlan City was already in sight, and there were several soldiers blocking the gate of the city, checking the passers-by.

Luo Feibai was quite thin-faced, and he was allowed to go without being harassed.

As soon as he entered the city, the driver of the car was surprised: "What is going on?" How to wear filial piety all over the city? ”

Mo Chuan raised the curtain when he heard the sound and looked out:

But no, on the sparse and bright street, five of the ten pedestrians were dressed in linen, and one was crying.

After walking a few more steps, I met the alley, and at a glance, I could see that there were people in the alley who were holding a funeral.

The soul banner is raised high.

If this is just one or two examples, at most shout "Rise to the coffin and make a fortune, purple gas comes from the east", and go to bad luck.

However, the more the carriage went, the more the darts team muttered.

Because there are too many funeral families.

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

During this period, there were groups of Taoist priests and Buddhas coming in and out.

After the dart team entered the dart game, Luo Feibai helped Mo Chuan out of the carriage as usual, and he couldn't wait to call the person who took over and asked:

"Old Bucktooth, what's going on in the city? How did you go all the way and get all the paper money drifting away? ”

"Luo Darttou doesn't know, the city has been haunted recently!"

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

No, the old bucktooth lowered his voice again: "However, some people say that this is done by shooting flowers." There are also rumors in the market that this is a temple dispute! ”

The so-called flower shooters are traffickers who abduct children.

Because he often pretends to be called a flower child, he walks the streets and alleys, so the folk call it a flower child.

"What do you mean by that?" Luo Feibai hurriedly asked.

The old bucktooth glanced at Mo Chuan, and said with a mysterious face:

"A month ago, there were many rumors of children going missing in the city, and until recently, they have intensified."

"A few days ago, the prefect announced that this was done by shooting flowers, and he beheaded several thieves in a row. No, not only did this matter not stop, but even the old man Qingzhuang disappeared. ”

"It is rumored that this is a thousand-year-old demon, haunted! Some people also say that the prefect's assessment is imminent, and this is someone giving the prefect eye medicine! ”

Luo Feibai was amazed when he heard this, and cursed.

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

Mo Chuan replied, under the panic of the day, he did not see any ghosts for the time being.

In reply, Mo Chuan squinted his eyes and looked at the long and dim street, thoughtful.

Tonight, he will stay overnight in Changlan City.

First, the dart board needs to dock and unload the goods and count the goods;

Second, for the dart bureau, it is somewhat wasteful to go to Xishan City from now on and only bet him on a "human dart", so Luo Feibai plans to find some good luck and escort him together.

In this regard, Mo Chuan did not care.

At night, Changlan City was full of people.

But it was the official family that organized a large group of people, holding torches, patrolling the long street, blazing with firelight, like a swimming dragon, circling the streets and alleys.

The scene, like the lights of the festival, is lively and weird.

Mo Chuan stood at the window, looked at it for half the night, and didn't see anything, but he was old and frail, and he was tired enough!

In the second half of the night, he simply fell asleep.

The next morning, he was woken up by a commotion.

When he put on his robe and walked out of the door, the scenery in front of him made him feel refreshed.

I saw Huayin Flying Tiger Luo Feibai, kneeling in the courtyard.

In front of him, on a spread green cloth, there was a severed foot, which looked like a child's foot.

Under the soles of his feet, a talisman is pressed.

——It was the ghost basket that Mo Chuan gave him.