Mo Chuan retracted his gaze and reached out to touch his eyebrows.

The silver zhu that the old man pointed on his forehead suddenly dispersed, turned into a curling incense, poured into his body, and turned into a rolling Yuan Qi.

"Ten years of Taoism!?"

Mo Chuan felt a little, and his heart throbbed.

This incense is so huge that it is far beyond his imagination, and it has added ten years of Taoism to him in one go!

What surprised him even more was that unlike in the past, he could only eat incense when he solved people's disasters.

This time there is no causal bond, only the purest blessings, and the most devout belief in the gods.

I don't know if it's because the person who is still dining is dead and there is no object to revoke?

It is said that the social fire entertains the gods, and the incense entertains the people.

But I ...... Isn't it a god after all?

Mo Chuan exhaled lightly and looked around, the streets were collapsed and devastated.

Among the overgrown weeds, corpses loomed.

If you look closely, you can also see the things that are paraded through the streets.

It's just that under the wind and sun, it has shed its color and is mottled.

"It seems that it should be caused by a sudden catastrophe when the social fire parade was held, so that the memory of the remnant soul still stays at that moment."

"What kind of misfortune will it be?"

In the wandering of his thoughts, Mo Chuan observed around the village.

As a result, two laps down, but nothing.

I have to admit that under the washing of the long river of time, no matter how many traces there are, they will have to disappear.

In desperation, Mo Chuan could only go to the entrance of the town, take out the shovel from the sacrificial furnace, dig the grave pit, and collect the remains.

- It's really this incense that makes him feel bad! If you don't do something, you always feel uncomfortable.

This digging is a morning.

By the time he had finished collecting the remains of the town, it was already noon, and the sky was shining.

"Everyone go all the way, if you have the ability, I will seek justice for you!"

Mo Chuan burned some paper money, arched his hand, and then turned to leave.

Along the barely recognizable official road, all the way to the wind of the frame, fast for half a day, until the sky looms in the sun, only to encounter a small town.

As soon as I entered the town, a burst of food wafted in.

But under the big locust tree at the entrance of the town, a wonton stall was set up.

Two or three diners, holding bowls, eat vigorously.

Mo Chuan, who was shy in his pocket, was not picky, walked straight over, and sat down with a small Mazha.

"Uncle, come to a bowl of wontons."

"Okay, do you want a big bowl or a small bowl?"

"What's the difference?"

"Twenty big bowls are nine dollars, and fifteen small bowls are seven dollars."

Mo Chuan summed up in his heart and said, "The big bowl is cost-effective, come to the big bowl." ”

"Okay! Wait a minute. ”

The old man smiled when he heard this, and hurriedly went to work.

In other words, the old man's wonton stall is quite interesting.

It is said to be a stall, but it is actually a burden.

With bamboo as the skeleton, one side is a pot stove, and the firewood in the stove is boiling, burning the iron pot on it;

On one side is the stove, where wontons, bowls and spoons, salt and condiments are placed, and there are drawers underneath, where many objects are hidden.

The table and chair that Mo Chuan sat on were also maza, board tables, and they were very simple.

It didn't take long for the stall owner to serve a bowl of hot wontons, with thin skin and many fillings, and when you bite into it, the juice is full and the vegetables are fragrant.

It looks like some wild vegetable, mixed with some black things, a bit like fungus, but it doesn't look like it on a closer look.

"Uncle, what kind of stuffing is this?" Mo Chuan asked.

"The Taoist is not a local, is he? This is shepherd's cabbage and ground vegetables, now the shepherd's cabbage is a little old, and it happened that it rained yesterday, so I found some ground vegetables to remove the astringency. ”

The old man said, and from the drawer, he took out some unpicked vegetables.

Mo Chuan stretched out his head to see that it was black, wrinkled, and stained with mud, and to be honest, it was a little disgusting.

"Tsk, look at the quality is really not good, huh?" Mo Chuan said with emotion.

"But no, if I hadn't tasted it in a famine year, who knew this thing would be edible?" The old man was a little embarrassed to put it away.

Mo Chuan sighed in his heart, every time the recipe is broadened, it is a drought, flood and hunger!

"Uncle, seven or eight miles to the north, what is the situation with a deserted town?"

Mo Chuan sighed a little in his heart, and then asked about the matter.

Lance!

The sound fell, and the small wonton stall stopped with a brush.

One by one, they looked at Mo Chuan like ghosts.

"Dao Chief, did you pass by that town today?" The stall owner's voice trembled.

"I happened to pass by in a hurry, and I saw that it was full of devastation, so I asked." Mo Chuan Road.

As soon as the words fell, several diners who were eating trembled. One by one, they had the heart to leave, looking at the unfinished wontons in the bowl, and they were a little reluctant.

"Didn't you see anything abnormal, didn't you see anything?" A diner asked, scared and curious.

"What anomaly?" Mo Chuan asked rhetorically.

"It seems that I haven't seen it, the Taoist is lucky!"

"What, I look at ghosts and bully the soft and afraid of the hard!"

Several diners talked about it, and Mo Chuan listened to it for a long time, and finally barely figured out a few outlines.

It turned out that the name of the barren town was: Laixian Town.

It is rumored that there were immortals who visited, so the town got its name.

About six years ago, there was a plague in Laixian Town, and many people died, and everyone avoided it.

Later, I didn't see anyone from Xianzhen come out for a long time.

Some brave people searched for it, only to find that the whole town was dead.

If this is the end of the matter, it will be over.

Just a few years ago, a few gamblers lost and came up with the idea of coming to Xianzhen.

When people come back, they go crazy, shouting about social fires and ghost towns.

This made Laixian Town famous for its murder.

Except for the occasional outsiders passing by, the nearby towns are secretive and dare not approach.

"The government didn't send someone to collect the body?" After listening to this, Mo Chuan asked curiously.

"Official? Alas, it's good not to collect rent, and to collect corpses. ”

"What about the Taoist pagoda?"

"It costs money to invite the master to be excessive, and who wants to pay for it?"

Mo Chuan was silent and said no more.

After eating wontons, it was getting late, and Mo Chuan, who had not yet entered the town, turned around and left.

But he went and returned, and then came back to Xianzhen.

At night, Laixian Town is like a huge dry grave, and a few night birds chirp to add a bit of ghostly atmosphere.

Mo Chuan's footsteps did not stop, and he came to Xianzhen to staggered shoulders and looked for the wilderness.

But he planned to find a few mountain ghosts to ask about the situation.

As a result, after walking for a long time, I found nothing except a few birds and beasts.

He simply stopped and waved his hand to summon the lamp grass monk.

"Daoye, you call me?"

"Poor Dao wants to find out something, you go to the mountains to search, and the leading spirit comes to see me."

Hearing this, the monk of Dengcao said miserably:

"Master Dao, the spirits in the mountains are fierce, and the little monk's physique is afraid that if he enters the mouth of a wolf?"

"You have the art of copying, but if you can't beat it, you can't run away? If you are asked to do something, you will push back and hold on, and when you eat the fruit of the poor way, why don't you think the fruit is choking and holding on? Go quickly, go quickly, this little thing can't be done, it's better to stay up and light the lamp. ”

Mo Chuan's face turned and he scolded angrily.

The monk of Dengcao, who had a good face for a few days, realized the ferocity of the bull's nose, and trembled when he heard the words, and he didn't dare to make excuses anymore, so he turned his head and went into the mountain.

- Compared to the mountain spirits, the bull's nose is more terrifying.

Don't say it, the lamp grass monk doesn't look big, but it's reliable.

Not long after, he led a rat spirit to him.

Mo Chuan was overjoyed in his heart, and was about to praise him, but unexpectedly, as soon as the rat spirit approached, his face changed in horror when he saw Mo Chuan's clothes and appearance, and he turned his head and ran.

Relying on his short stature, he slipped into the grass and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Dao Ye, why don't you ...... Did you change this outfit? ”

Seeing this, the monk of the lamp grass cautiously suggested.

"Forget it! Poor Dao wants to ask about coming to Xianzhen, you go to Haosheng on my behalf to inquire, if there is an important discovery, Poor Dao will be rewarded. ”

Mo Chuan was speechless, so he could only order the Dengcao monk to do it for him.

"Okay, Dao Ye!"

The monk of the lamp grass thought about the green fruit before, and his heart suddenly became hot, and he took the order and left.