The Yin Fu Sutra says: "The way to view the sky, the way to hold the sky, the end!"

Magic and magic are the means of "observing the heavens and holding the heavens".

Seeing that the true Taoist priest used the technique of [Earth Shatter and Knowing Time] to peek into the secrets of heaven and earth, and took the remnant tea and cold water as an opportunity to pull, in the moment of his fingers, he could see Mo Chuan's feet.

The secret that ordinary people can't see finally opens a corner of the secret tent.

At this moment, Zhishi built a bridge between the great gap between the world and the netherworld, and the world filled with the spirit of the forest and ghosts was reflected in the vision of the bold voyeur.

Floating corpse dust and ashes of broken souls gushed out from the ten directions of heaven and earth, converging into a rattling river of Styx, rushing down from the void.

Endless resentful spirits are desperate in wailing, and the hesitation of resentment almost wants to overwhelm the true sanity.

"I hope that I am one God, and that my mind and spirit are one!"

In the midst of the collapse of his mind, he saw the chief priest of the true Taoist pronouncing the mantra of meditation, and his divine consciousness was gathered together, remembering the purpose of peeping into the secret.

Another stream of Yuan Qi filled in, and the swaying divine consciousness that was about to be extinguished recovered three points of fire, and once again followed the guidance of knowing the time, sank into the River Styx, and went down the river.

In the dark, there is an invisible thing around it, which is the sound of ghost death, and it is silent.

The River Styx rushes and is secretive, making the horizon more and more dead.

The true Taoist priest who had not been able to find him for a long time gradually became anxious, because the piercing cold, cold soul, was gradually freezing his spiritual intelligence, and wanted to pull him into the bottom of the nine shadows that did not see the light of day, and he could not turn over!

"Sit alone in the secluded fence, and the poisonous dragon hides."

Another heart-clearing mantra started, and when he saw that he was really barely able to muster up a trace of spirit, he bit the tip of his tongue and squirted out a mouthful of blood, squeezing out the Yuan Qi hidden in the depths of his body.

"Whoa—"

After a thousand calls, the River Styx rippled, the water rippled, the divine consciousness was detached, and finally the root cause was seen.

At the bottom of the River Styx, the extreme of the Nine Shadows, the Dark Realm, a cyan figure like a shadow puppet paper-cut suddenly stopped.

Three inches below the umbilicus, he reluctantly opened an eye and looked straight at the true Taoist.

On the whites of the big eyes, a little black child, like ink and paint, seeps people panic!

Around the cyan Dao shadow, there are thousands of deaf bodies, wandering and crowded, like thousands of ghosts howling, creepy!

"Whew-"

Seeing that the true Taoist priest gasped, like a midnight dream, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The bright sun stimulated his eyes to blood, sweating like pulp, and the whole person seemed to have experienced a long dream.

"Whoa—whoa—"

The sound of rapid breathing, like a broken raft of urine on the turbulent river, blew a panicked deflating sound in the river.

"How so?"

The sun shines on the hut, and you can see the sad face.

Compared to the depletion of Yuan Qi and the loss of divine souls, what the true Taoist priest was terrified of was the terrifying vision revealed by the heavenly machine.

It was a sight he had never seen before.

The River Styx is turbulent, with thousands of remnant souls, deaf and swollen, cruising all around......

This terrifying scene is terrifying to see.

What is terrifying is the stunning eyes of the lonely shadows!

"Whew—"

After a while, seeing that the true Taoist priest let out a long breath, gradually calmed down the movement in his heart, and secretly pondered.

"The River Styx helps, and the Hearers go with you...... Could it be that this is some kind of secret method to cover up the heavens?" ….

As the master of the Earth Demon Knowing Time Technique, he subconsciously thought of this aspect.

For example: the technique of occultating the sun of the earth, and the resistance technique of the eight techniques of the ghost valley.

They are all very good at covering up the heavenly machine, and when they practice, not only can others easily calculate their heels, but they can even cover the heavenly machine and prolong their life for thousands of years.

"No, it's not right, if it's a way to cover up the heavens, you should have a sense when you know it, and you will definitely not explore the hidden thing!"

"Besides, what spell can drive the River Styx to obscure the heavens? Or is Mingchen born in the River Styx?"

"This ...... This is ridiculous!"

Surging thoughts turned over in the mind of the true Taoist.

However, the scene beyond common sense made him think more and more, and finally sighed:

"I didn't expect that when I knew that the poor Dao cultivation was five hundred years old, there would be a day when I couldn't catch it, which was worthy of the existence of dissolving ghosts."

Seeing that the true Taoist priest was silent for a long time, his eyes quietly fell on the gift box on the table.

Do you want to try again?

He looked a little hesitant, not so much worried that he would find nothing, but that he was afraid that his consciousness would fall into the river Styx and not be able to break free.

After a while, he gritted his teeth, flipped his hands, took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a few brilliant pills, and stuffed them into his mouth casually, his cheeks bulging, like chewing broad beans.

If there is a master of the Daomen here, he will definitely be shocked when he sees this.

Because seeing that the true Taoist priest took the pill, it was a well-known - Jiuyang Returning Qi Pill, which can restore Yuan Qi with a snap of his fingers, which can be called a realm-breaking pill, and it is not easy to use.

Seeing the true Taoist priest but using it orally, its extravagance is amazing.

After a stick of incense, the true Taoist priest, who had returned to his peak again, stretched out his hand to put it on the gift box, his eyes closed slightly, and Yuan Qi gushed out again.

……

……

"Huh-"

Walking on the trail of wild sheep intestines, Mo Chuan, who was thinking about it while walking, suddenly stopped with a move, suppressed the eyes of the ox in Mooladhara, and subconsciously opened it to look behind him.

Behind him, the road is narrow and the grass is long, and the insects are chirping and jumping, and there seems to be no vision.

- It turned out that just now, he suddenly had a feeling of being spied on.

"Delusion?"

A look of surprise flashed in Mo Chuan's eyes, and after a while, he raised his steps again.

I don't want to, after that, the feeling of prying eyes that has receded from the touch has never appeared again, and everything is like an illusion.

'Isn't it the prying eye of the true Taoist?' ，

He subconsciously thought of seeing the true Taoist, and had the heart to return to inquire, but after thinking about it, he gave up, and his thoughts turned back to Xianzhen.

'If you see that what the true Taoist friend said is true, and the immortal ghost is caused by the leakage of erysipelas from no Ding Daoist, this incense will be too much of a loss. ，

'Alas......,

Mo Chuan sighed: "Check it slowly, after all, you have a clue." ，

At this moment, a wisp of incense flamingo came, and Mo Chuan took a look, but it was an old woman who was kneeling on the ground devoutly, praying for the ancestors and ancestors to bless her daughter-in-law to give birth to a male baby with a handle.

"Nima—"

Mo Chuan, who was already bored in his heart, saw a national scolding when he saw this, and waved his hand to brush away the incense that lingered in front of him.

Looking up at the sky again, it was already noon, and my heart moved, and I suddenly remembered the first time I came to eat the wonton with shepherd's cabbage.

He especially remembered that town, which was located seven or eight miles south of Laixian Town. ….

Now he is eight or nine miles southwest of Laixian Town...... Tsk, it's nearby, huh?

With a total in his heart, Mo Chuan hurriedly identified the direction, took the trail and walked, walking about two miles, and the smoke of the birds and birds was steaming in the air.

Mo Chuan's spirit was shocked and he quickened his pace.

Entering the town, a fragrance wafted in, and at the entrance of the town, under the big locust tree, a ramen stall was supporting the pot on the ground, whirring to cook noodles.

The wonton stall that Mo Chuan had been thinking about was nowhere to be found.

Mo Chuan approached and sat down on the maza.

"Master Dao, eat noodles?"

The stall owner was a middle-aged man, and when he saw the guests on the table, he hurriedly greeted them.

"What's the face?"

"There are mutton soup noodles, mutton noodles, and haggis noodles, which one does the Taoist master want to eat?"

"Lamb noodles."

"Okay!"

The stall owner was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly went to work.

Not long after, the mutton noodles were put on the table, the noodles were flat and wide as a thumb, sprinkled with a layer of unknown wild vegetables, and a few thin slices of mutton were spread on the noodles, and the fishy smell went straight to the nose.

Mo Chuan took a quick bite, frowning slightly.

This is said to be mutton noodle soup, I don't know if it is less meat and more water, or lack of science and technology, the soup is really tasteless, all relying on a few pieces of mutton to hang the freshness.

but

In Mo Chuan's opinion, this fishy atmosphere is not as refreshing as Qing Shuimian.

This made him miss the bowl of ravioli even more.

"Brother, wasn't there a ravioli seller here before? Why haven't you seen the stall today?"

"Young, Dao Ye also knows He Xuanzi?"

The stall owner stopped and looked at him with a surprised face, but Mo Chuan's accent didn't sound like a local at all.

"I've passed by before, and I've eaten a bowl."

Mo Chuan was disgusted in his heart, but he still didn't change his face and inquired while talking.

"Oh, no wonder! Alas, speaking of He Pick, it's miserable!"

"What's wrong?"

"Alas, He Xuanzi is also a hard life, his parents left early since he was a child, and it was easy to survive by digging wild vegetables by himself, begging for a daughter-in-law, giving birth to a baby, this has just been a few years of good life, who would have thought ......

"Alas! The three-year-old grandson died young! Misfortune is not a one-way street, he went out to pick the ground on a rainy day, and broke his waist again, paralyzed, alas...... As soon as this man is paralyzed, he will not be far away, and it seems that he will not be able to stand it for two days."

The stall owner sighed with emotion and sighed.

"I heard that He Jiaozi broke his waist, that is the life of a living descendant, and he has been punished!" A diner next to him answered.

"Living offspring?" Mo Chuan was surprised.

"The Taoist chief doesn't know, the old man has a long life, and this is a living grandson Yangshou......" The diner next to him looked mysterious and embarrassed when he heard this.

It turns out that there is a local person who thinks that the longevity of the elderly is borrowed from the longevity of their children and grandchildren.

When the old man lives, his children and grandchildren are gone.

The reason why the youngest grandson of He Pickson's eldest family died was because He Pickozi lived too long.

"Dare to ask He Jiaozi, how old is this year?" Mo Chuan asked.

"Sixty-one, you see, what is this not longevity?" Diners.

Mo Chuan was silent when he heard this, and he didn't know how to respond.

He hastily ate two bites of noodles, paid twenty copper coins, and inquired about He Jiaozi's residence, and then got up and left.

……

After He Jiaozi was paralyzed, he lived in his second son's house, and his home was at the end of the town. ….

Mo Chuan inquired all the way and finally found a place to live.

In the courtyard of rubble, two adobe houses, Mo Chuan walked to the chaimen and was about to knock on the door, when there was a suppressed quarrel at the gate of the courtyard.

「…… Eat! Eat! Eat! People are going to be buried in the ground, what else to eat, ah?"

It was the woman's voice, and the snarky meaning came to her face.

"You tiger, why are you talking? Yes? That's my dad! Can I leave him alone?"

"Pipe, pipe, pipe! When he eats the dog's egg and dies early like your eldest nephew, will you be at ease?"

"Phew! What do you say?"

"The surname is He, I tell you, if you want to be a virtuous son and filial grandson, you will send food, if the dog egg has three long and two short, I will not be finished with you."

The sound fell, there was a creak, and the door opened.

A dark-faced woman rushed out of the courtyard door in a huff and walked away.

"Dad, Zhao's is like that, the knife mouth tofu heart, don't take it to heart, come, get up and eat......

The sound of chattering was heard again in the courtyard.

"Dad, you can eat two bites!"

"Daddy! I know that you are deliberately seeking death...... That's all blind farting outside, He Lao's sixth parents died early, no one lived to live their children and grandchildren, and his son died before he was six years old? And He, everyone, how small......"

"Dad, don't believe those messes, the eldest nephew didn't come over, it's his life that is thin, and he will be reborn, why do you bother to abuse yourself?"

"The eldest brother is really, he didn't take care of his eldest nephew, and he still has the face to rely on the old man......

"Don't talk about it, Dad, it's not too early, I'll put the meal on the table, and I'll go to work."

The murmuring stopped, and not long after, the courtyard door opened, and a swarthy and sturdy man, carrying a hoe, followed him out.

Mo Chuan, who was dressed as a passerby, looked at the sturdy man who was far away, thought about it, pushed open the chai door and walked in.

Follow the micro

With the sound of weak and rapid breathing, Mo Chuan pushed open the dilapidated firewood door of the side house, and a foul smell came to his face.

Compared with the stench, the scene that catches your eye makes Mo Chuan's heart even more.

I saw a skinny old man, who was supporting his body with one arm, twisting in a strange posture, and reaching out to hold the porridge and rice on the table.

He heard the door open, and looked at it with a frightened and embarrassed expression.

When he saw that it was Mo Chuan, his face was obviously relieved, and then he retracted his hand in embarrassment.

"Who is Dao Ye looking for?"

He looked at the dirty, smelly side house and asked with an uneasy face.

"Poor Dao Mingchen, can the old man still recognize him?"

Mo Chuan asked.

The old man squinted, looked carefully for a long time, shook his head and said:

"The old man is painted in the lake, I don't recognize it, is there something wrong with the Taoist looking for me?"

"Poor Dao tasted a bowl of wontons in the town a month ago, and I have been thinking about it, and now I am passing by, and I want to eat a bowl to satisfy my hunger, but I didn't expect it...... Alas......" Mo Chuan sighed.

He Zhuozi was a little excited and a little stunned when he heard this.

After a while, he said, "What kind of stuffed wonton is the Taoist chanting reciting? I'll give you the recipe."

Mo Chuan waved his hand: "Forget it, the poor road has always been lazy, and it is a waste to give me the recipe, but it is still the most delicious made by the old man."

He Tiaozi smiled bitterly: "I can't do it, the old man doesn't have a few days to live."

Mo Chuan's expression was solemn, and he said, "The face of the old man of the poor Taoist view is not a short-lived person, the old man's bowl of wontons, the poor Taoist is sure to eat."

He was stunned for a moment, and was about to speak, when Mo Chuan pursed his lips and blew lightly.

【Spraying】

- People have a proverb, spraying things can make them change.

A mouthful of prophecy brushed away, and He Jiaozi's skinny body suddenly became full.

But with a flick of his fingers, he returned to the time of health.

He Tiaozi was full of excitement, his hands trembled and he helped his legs, and the shabby futon was propped up, which was the touch of his legs that had been lost and recovered.

"This ...... This ......."

He Jiaozi, who had been miserable all his life and rarely cried, suddenly burst into tears, rolled down from the bed with a "poof" and knelt in front of Mo Chuan.

"Thank you, immortal, for saving your life, I knelt down for you."

He Jiaozi kowtowed again and again with a handful of snot and tears.

"Uncle, take care of your body, don't hurt yourself again! In two days, Poor Dao will look for you to eat that bowl of wontons again."

He Jiaozi raised his head when he heard the sound and was about to respond, but he didn't want to, and there was an empty place in front of him.

The immortal unknowingly left quietly.

"Da-da-da!"

Just then, there was a noise of footsteps.

"Daddy! Father! Is there a thief in the house......

The second son's slightly panicked voice came, and the sound reached the door, stopping abruptly.

I saw him look at his father who had recovered in shock, with an incredible look on his face.

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