Lanshan Town, under the locust tree.

The mutton soup is slicing and the smell of fish is blowing in the face.

Today, there are few diners in the stalls, and most of them go to the banquet, only one Taoist in Tsing Yi ordered a bowl of mutton noodle soup and chewed it carefully.

“…… The Taoist chief didn't know that this He picker was really evil. People were paralyzed, after moving to the second son's house, they didn't live for two days, in the blink of an eye, good guys, they were all red again, and they were alive and well, just like the villagers who could still have a ruddy face in a famine year, that must be ...... Eat human flesh! People say that He Xuanzi is the life of the children and grandchildren of the second son's family! ”

The stall owner didn't have much business, so he simply sat on the horse, lowered his voice, and talked mysteriously as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"And this? What did He Picker say? The Taoist in Tsing Yi asked.

"He Zhuozi said that he was saved by the immortals, I'm bah! The immortal saved him, he was a mud leg, what did the immortal do when he saved him? To eat his wild vegetable ravioli? Besides, since there are immortals, what about immortals? ”

As a result, he couldn't tell himself, his second daughter-in-law was crying and making trouble when she saw this, looking for death and life, and she wanted to take her son back to her parents' house, and it was also a debt of his second son's filial piety, otherwise he would have been beaten to death long ago. Naga picks estimated that he knew that he was wrong, so he went to find a hut outside the town to live in. ”

As a result, he didn't stay for two days, but he went to his parents' grave to drink poisoned wine and died, and the big guys said that this was He Zhuozi's parents who were afraid of the end of the day, and deliberately hooked him over in the middle of the night...... Take it to the underworld! ”

"Hey, Dao Chief, where are you going? Don't eat the noodles? ”

As the stall owner was talking, he saw the Taoist in Tsing Yi drop the copper coin, got up and walked out of the town.

The Taoist ignored his greeting, just greeted the sunset, and left by himself, his back was gloomy, and his reflection was like a line.

"Uncle, uncle, why didn't you tell me?"

Mo Chuan muttered, his steps a little heavy.

When eating wontons that day, he didn't even see anything wrong with He Jiaozi, and his hearty appearance made him really think that he had met a strange person.

How......

Alas!

He Zhuozi escaped the famine for many years, and after all, he did not escape the gossip.

Suddenly, the townspeople who came to see off the mourners were in groups, whispering, or talking and laughing.

stripped of the treacherous and demonic color, He Jiaozi's death can be regarded as a joy and mourning after all, and there is nothing to be sad about.

It's just that the second son of He Jiaozi, who was walking behind the crowd, drooped his head, said nothing, and looked withered.

Seeing this scene, Mo Chuan suddenly stopped.

In his mind, he subconsciously recalled the voice he heard outside the hospital that day, and suddenly understood He Zhuozi's choice.

Alas!

The wild man was angry when he saw the injustice, and wore out the ancient knife in his heart.

Go too?

No!

Mo Chuan thought about it and walked up to the second son of the He family, and asked, "Dare to ask Mr. He...... Pick two sons? ”

- At this time, Mo Chuan was shocked to realize that he didn't know He Jiaozi's real name from beginning to end.

"Huh? Yes, it's me. ”

He Jiaozi and the second son stood in a daze.

The accompanying mourners also subconsciously stopped gossiping and looked over.

"Mr. He was very kind during his lifetime, a bowl of wontons solved the mystery, and tens of thousands of grievances were served! Poor Dao wanted to come to the door to thank you, but I didn't want to return to Daoshan, I heard the old gentleman say, the second son is the most similar to him, and the blessings accumulated by He Picker will be given to you! ”

As he spoke, Mo Chuan raised his right hand, palm upward, like supporting a heavy object.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth darkened.

No, it's the afterglow of the sunset twisted into a strand and falls in Mo Chuan's palm, this is the Three Scenes Dao Method, Yu Yi summons the sun!

Between the glow of the hand rest, Mo Chuan pursed his lips and spit lightly.

【Spraying】

The sunlight fell on the second son of the He family, and in fact, the spraying technique cultivated his body.

When the sun dissipated, the second son of the He family, who looked withered, seemed to be ten years younger, his skin was still dark, but he was strong and strong.

"There is a son who can pass on the karma, and the coffin must end carefully. If there is a fate, I hope that under the locust tree in Lanshan, you can still taste that bowl of wontons with shepherd's cabbage. ”

The sound fell, Mo Chuan's figure shone brightly, shining brightly, and suddenly disappeared, like smoke and dust, and disappeared without a trace.

The world is back to normal, but there is silence around it.

The townspeople of Lanshan looked at the second son of the He family, who was ten years younger, in amazement, and I don't know how long it had been, and finally someone muttered dumbfounded.

"It turns out that there are really immortals!"

"Is it possible...... Isn't He Zhuozi living his children and grandchildren? ”

The next moment, the sound of hustle and bustle resounded through Arashiyama.

I don't know how many townspeople were shocked by the apparitions of the immortals;

I don't know how many townspeople are secretly ashamed in the midst of the surging hearts;

Maybe no one will admit that they are murderers, but they must admit that He Zhuozi did not have a living life of grandchildren.

- The eater was originally a mortal guest, but at this time he was already an immortal in the painting. [Note 1]

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"Click-"

Mo Chuan, who suddenly appeared in the living room, paced to the refrigerator, took out a can of Coke, opened it and poured it all in one go.

In the carbon dioxide gushing through the nose, a little bit of melancholy was brushed away.

He sat on the sofa, picked up the mobile phone on the desk, lit the screen, and after making sure that no one was looking for him, he left it casually.

Looking at the darkening sky, he simply leaned back on the sofa and fell asleep.

When he woke up, Mo Chuan's spirit was much better, and yesterday's depression was like a big dream.

He then got up to shower, changed into modern clothes, picked up his phone and went out.

Outside the door, there was a lot of traffic.

He reached out and flagged down a taxi and headed to the suburbs.

He especially remembered that there was a forest park in the southern suburbs of Xingnan City, which was said to be a park, but in fact it was just a wasteland encircled and artificially transformed.

However, the place was sparsely populated, which was suitable for him to do some experiments.

Mo Chuan got up early and hadn't caught the morning rush hour, so he quickly left the city and drove for half an hour to arrive at the park.

The parking lot at the entrance of the park was empty, and there were only three or five old people who were early risers, who were exercising for a morning run.

Mo Chuan paid the fare, entered the park, and went straight to the depths.

When it was inaccessible, it stopped.

"The technique of boiling stones is not only an auxiliary technique, but also a killing technique, and it is also an analysis technique.

Mo Chuan muttered, so nervous that his heart was pounding.

He checked his surroundings again, and after making sure that there were no people, let alone cameras, he suddenly launched the stone boiling technique.

Suddenly, the grass and trees under his feet quickly withered, as if he had experienced severe cold.

Mo Chuan raised his eyebrows:

…… This is?

At this moment, a piece of incense across the two realms came straight to the façade.

When I turned off the incense and looked at it, I saw a thin woman, with a miserable face praying for incense, and muttering incessantly.

"Ancestors and ancestors, please bless and bless the family, let the family survive this ......"

Before the prayer fell, the man sitting next to him at the dilapidated table, who had been holding his head shut and not speaking, rose up with a nameless evil fire.

"Huh" stood up and scolded angrily:

"Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye with a fart! It's really useful, why don't you guarantee a bumper harvest this year, otherwise you are afraid of autumn taxes? ”

"Tell me, during the New Year's holidays, when the incense falls, just that bit of fine noodles, it is also the first tribute, and then it is the doll's turn. As a result, a year is not as good as a year, this summer rent almost handed over all the grain, this summer can still dig wild vegetables, this winter ......"

The man pointed to the sky and scolded the earth, his eyes were suddenly red, and he said for a while: "Sell the girl, there is no way, the girl went to a big family, maybe she can still eat enough!" ”

[Note 1, the original sentence is: The fisherman was originally a mortal guest, and at this time he was already an immortal in the painting. 】

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