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A gust of autumn rain hit, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the temperature is lowered a little again, Mo Chen seems to have not come back to his senses on the recliner, his eyes are open, his mouth is slightly open, he has maintained this posture all night, at this time the autumn rain fell, and the branches and leaves of the big peach tree gathered slightly, like a big umbrella to cover the rain, so as not to get wet under the tree.

"Ah~"

Mo Chen yawned, stretched, looked at the dripping rain, was slightly stunned, and then looked at the dry ground within one meter of his body, smiled, patted the body of the big peach tree, and said, "Thank you." ”

For Mo Chen this night, he didn't feel the passage of time at all, and the whole person was immersed in the mysterious rhyme of the Dingzhong world, and there seemed to be a faint echo of the word [edict] in his ears.

Mo Chen walked towards the house, the whole person was exposed to the rain, but it was not wet, and the water avoidance technique was also a kind of water resistance, walked to the house, picked up the oilcloth umbrella in the corner, and walked towards Lao Yangtou's lo noodle restaurant.

It's raining today, the noodle shop is empty, Lao Yang Tou is already ready to close the stall, watching from a distance a person holding an azure oilcloth umbrella came over, and when the person approached, he saw that it was Mr. Mo, the old face showed a smile, and said: "Mr. Mo, I will close the stall after a while." ”

"Haha, then Mo is really a coincidence, please trouble Yang Lao to come to the bowl of noodles. Mo Chen said.

Old man Yang agreed with a smile and said, "Mr. Mo, you put the umbrella here to control the water, and you can face it for a while." ”

Mo Chen smiled, put the oilcloth umbrella aside, and walked towards the restaurant, while Old Man Yang began to cook noodles, his eyes accidentally glanced at Mo Chen's oilcloth umbrella, and said to himself in confusion: "Why is there no rain on Mr. Mo's umbrella?"

After a while, Old Man Yang came to Mo Chen's table with a bowl of lo noodles and said, "Mr. Mo, yesterday a farming cow in the surrounding villages died, I collected some beef and came back, you wait a while, I will cut a plate for you to taste." ”

"Thank you Elder Yang for that. Mo Chen said with a smile, this world is quite similar to the ancient times of his previous life, unless the cattle die of old age or sick cattle can be slaughtered, otherwise it is illegal to slaughter cattle at will, so it is extremely rare to have beef to eat.

After a while, Old Man Yang came over with a plate of beef, Mo Chen took a slice and put it in his mouth, and couldn't help but admire: "Old Yang, your craftsmanship in braised beef is really good." ”

Old man Yang saw that he was happy to eat, and he couldn't help but smile on his old face: "Hehe, if you like to eat, I'll keep the rest of the beef for you." ”

Mo Chen finished eating the noodles and beef very quickly, and asked, "Old Yang, how much/"

"What money do you want! Mr. Mo, you don't want money to teach our children in Qingyoufang to study, how can the old man lick his old face and ask for your money! If you accept your money, won't that make the neighbors laugh at me? In the future, you will eat noodles with me without taking a penny. ”

Seeing that he was resolute, Mo Chen no longer insisted, bowed to Old Man Yang to express his gratitude, and left with an oilcloth umbrella.

It's raining today, presumably no one will come to study, Mo Chen thought that he could completely relax today, but when he arrived at the door of Mingyue Xuan, he saw a small figure standing there with an umbrella.

"Little Dukang, you can rest at home if it's raining today. Mo Chen looked at Du Kang's already wet shoes and trouser legs, as well as his little face that was a little red because of the cold weather, and his heart softened slightly.

Hurriedly opened the courtyard door, led Du Kang into the house, took out a stove, added a few pieces of charcoal, secretly used mana, a cluster of flames appeared in his hand, and directly lit the charcoal, Du Kang on the side was dumbfounded.

Mo Chen smiled mildly and said, "Don't hang it, take off your shoes and socks and bake them." ”

When Du Kang baked his shoes and socks, Mo Chen had already moved his recliner in, watched Du Kang sitting by the stove and roasting the fire, and smiled slightly: "I won't give a lecture today, Mr. will tell you a story." ”

Seeing the look of anticipation on Du Kang's face, Mo Chen carefully recalled the content of Journey to the West, and slowly spoke: "Chaos is not divided into heaven and earth, and no one can see it. Since Pangu broke Hongmeng, it has opened up from Ziqing to distinguish turbidity. Load the crowd to look up to benevolence, and invent all things to be good......"

Thundered!

Mo Chen's words just now unconsciously brought a hint of edict sound, and before he finished speaking, there was a sudden thunder in the sky outside, and his magic eyes looked through the roof, only to see that above the sky outside, a giant figure holding a giant axe stood proudly in the air, and the giant axe was filled with a layer of groundbreaking rhyme, as if an axe came down, and even this day was about to be split.

Mo Chen coughed dryly, he was still a little rusty about the edict method that he had only comprehended last night, and he unconsciously brought a little Dao rhyme under his mind just now, looking at Du Kang's eyes that were already flashing because he heard a few words, and continued: "Legend has it that a long, long time ago, the world was divided into Dongsheng Shenzhou, Xiniuhe Continent, South Ganbu Continent, and North Julu Continent. In Dongsheng Shenzhou, there is a Huaguo Mountain, there is a fairy stone on the mountain, one day the fairy stone cracked, a stone monkey jumped out of the fairy stone, his eyes shot out of the golden light, and he worshipped in all directions......"

As Mo Chen spoke, Du Kang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and a new world door was opening to him, the Monkey King was born, apprenticed to Bodhi...... It turns out that there are still many immortals living in the sky, and a monkey in golden armor holds an iron rod in his hand, stirring up wind and rain in this world......

Mo Chen was also interested in telling the story, this was a morning, talking and talking, Mo Chen's eyes glanced towards the courtyard, and he was surprised: "What is Zhao Chenghuang doing here?

Then he stopped talking and said to Du Kang: "It's noon, let's go home and eat, little Du Kang, by the way, tell the others that I don't need it for the past few days, and Mr. has something to do." ”

Du Kang listened to the story, his little heart was obviously very satisfied, and his eyes, which were already quite aura, were full of starlight at this time, and when he heard Mo Chen no longer talk, although he was a little disappointed, he still put on his shoes and socks, bowed to Mo Chen uprightly, and went home with happy steps.

Seeing Du Kang leaving, Mo Chen stood up, arched his hand towards the courtyard, and said, "Lord Chenghuang, please come in and speak." ”

"Haha, sure enough, I was discovered by Mr. Mo. Chenghuang Zhao Yuanlou laughed loudly, paced in, he said easily, but his heart was extremely shocked, he came this time not just to hide his body like last time in the City God Temple, but tried his best to hide his own aura, even if the cultivation is higher than him, it is difficult to find it easily, this Mr. Mo has no mana on his body, and he actually noticed himself? This person's cultivation is really unpredictable.

"Why did Lord Chenghuang come this time?" Mo Chen asked.

The smile on Zhao Chenghuang's face was put away, and he became a little dignified, and said, "It's the evil ghost that I caught a few days ago, and there is really a master behind him." ”

"Oh, please elaborate. Mo Chen said.

Zhao Chenghuang groaned slightly, organized the language, and said: "According to the evil ghost's confession, there is a powerful ghost cultivator named Wu Jiang behind him, and that ghost cultivator is not only powerful, but also a group of ghosts follow, wanting to take away my temple and self-proclaim Chenghuang. ”

Mo Chen was taken aback and wondered, "Can he still proclaim himself as a city god?"

Zhao Chenghuang smiled bitterly: "If it was in the past, it was naturally impossible, but now the fortunes of the Great Yan Country are declining, although I cultivate the Tao, I have been enshrined by the Great Yan Country, and I am somewhat involved with the Great Yan Country. ”

Zhao Chenghuang paused and continued: "The evil ghost that was caught last time was the spy of the Wujiang ghost Xiu who stayed in the Yin Division in Anxi County, and constantly provoked my Yin Division to find out the truth of my Yin Division, while he himself went out to visit friends, wanting to find some friends and take down my Yin Division in one fell swoop. ”

"Listening to what the adults said, that ghost cultivator is quite profound, why do you still covet the position of the city god?" Mo Chen asked puzzled.

Zhao Chenghuang explained: "Mr. Mo doesn't know, if the cultivation of our ghost cultivators reaches a certain level and can no longer be refined, we can inherit the incense fire to cultivate the Divine Dao, in order to further strengthen our strength." And according to the evil ghost's confession, the ghost cultivator called Wu Jiang is not a person from my Great Yan Country, nor is it a good kind, this time the evil ghost is coming, and I also ask Mr. Mo to help my Yin Si, and my Yin Si is grateful. After speaking, he bowed deeply to Mo Chen.

Mo Chen hurriedly helped him up and said, "Don't worry, Lord Chenghuang, Mo will definitely do his best to help." ”

Even if Zhao Chenghuang didn't say it, he would have helped, after all, if he didn't have the cultivation classics given by Zhao Chenghuang, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to set foot on the cultivation of immortals, and now he has some experience in the techniques of resisting water, fire, and thunder, and he can be regarded as having some self-preservation power.

Zhao Chenghuang thanked him again, said goodbye to Mo Chen, and went back to the Chenghuang Temple, he also needed to make some preparations.

Mo Chen watched Zhao Chenghuang's figure disappear, and muttered to himself: "Alien ghosts, this is quite easy......