The night is shrouded, and the shadows of lamps are flickering.

Mo Chuan sat on the sofa with his arms and legs spread out, looking through the documents that Chong Shizi carried with him, and couldn't help but have a trace of disappointment on his face.

"It's a pity that I didn't practice the exercises!"

"That's right. If you keep the cultivation techniques in mind, who will carry them with you at all times?"

"It's already great to be able to harvest these magical weapons this time."

Mo Chuan shook his head, put away the document, reached out and grabbed it, and the Sanqing Bell suddenly fell into his hand.

He couldn't put it down and shook it gently, and a wisp of green smoke poured out from the bell, falling to the ground and forming a headless ghost.

"As expected of the four great evil spirits of the Taoist sect, it is easy to possess and kill someone!"

"Huh!"

While he was sighing, Mo Chuan suddenly discovered that the headless ghost was falling rapidly.

When the mana is injected into the Sanqing Bell, one can faintly feel a great majesty permeating the world, suppressing and depriving the headless ghost of its energy!

In just a few moments, the headless ghost had lost two years of spiritual practice.

"Jingle Bell……"

Mo Chuan hurriedly rang the bell and put the headless ghost into the bell.

His face then became serious.

"The pressure of heaven and earth...could it be that the real world rejects creatures from other worlds?"

"Or is it that Taoism is restricted here?"

Mo Chuan subconsciously thought of these possibilities.

"The sample is still too small. We will know if we have a chance to catch a few more ghosts."

While thinking about it, he grabbed a winning coin out of thin air.

The copper coin fell into the palm, and the hand felt a little heavy when pressed.

"It's really weird. Real things are brought over and turned into ashes; but things over there are brought over unscathed? What's the truth about this?"

"etc!"

"I can't catch the mortal things over there with my ghost body. They have to be held in the Sacrifice Furnace. But the things here can be taken easily. Isn't this just a soul-piercing thing?"

"Could it be that this is really the underworld?!"

Mo Chuan's mind suddenly became agitated.

This detail, which was horrifying to think about, had always been ignored by him. Now that he suddenly remembered it, he felt incredibly ridiculous.

"Practice brings out the truth, won't you know if you try it tomorrow?"

A night of silence.

The next morning, when the Chen family in Qukou was offering incense again, Mo Chuan immediately ran away impatiently.

The difference is that when he escaped, his mobile phone was recording him.

Not long after, he left and came back. He picked up his phone and looked at it, and his expression suddenly became complicated.

"Sure enough, I'm wearing it?! Doesn't this mean that my body has always been a soul body?"

"No wonder Huang Buyu mistakenly thought that I came from the Netherworld. This place of love... is really the Netherworld!"

Even after a night of psychological construction, Mo Chuan, who suddenly discovered the truth, still felt an unbearable and bizarre feeling.

"Lu Ming Lu" records: The death of a person becomes a ghost, the death of a ghost becomes a ghost, the death of a ghost becomes a hope, the death of a hope becomes a barbarian, and the death of a barbarian becomes nothingness.

The Tao Te Ching also says: Those who are not seen are called barbarians; those who are heard but are not known are called Xi.

If this were a netherworld hell, and we could live through it ourselves, everyone would probably be in a state of paralysis.

Perhaps this is also the fundamental reason why there are no strange powers and gods on Blue Star.

"The theory of the netherworld is still a bit ridiculous! If everyone is a paralyzed person, why can they maintain a specific form? Even have flesh and blood?"

"Maybe this is just a special dimension, or maybe this world can maintain the shape of a dead body."

Mo Chuan murmured to himself, but his expression was not relaxed.

Regardless of whether Blue Star is a netherworld or not?

The fact that he was "wearing" has been confirmed.

In other words, his true body is his soul body.

This is not good news!

The soul body is too restrictive.

"The world of incense is so magical, there may be a way to reshape the body!"

Mo Chuan thought to himself.

While my thoughts were wandering, Fuluan watched the incense coming on time.

He took a deep breath, gathered his energy and concentrated his mind, preparing to listen to the Taoist lecture.

Unexpectedly, when he used the incense as a mirror to look at it, he was surprised to find that only Taoist boy Xuanyun was offering incense today.

"problem occurs?"

Mo Chuan carefully looked at Taoist Xuanyun's expression and saw that he looked calm, neither sad nor happy, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

After these few days of "online teaching", Mo Chuan had a very good impression of Fuluan Taoist. If something happened to him, it would be really hard to accept.

Taoist Xuanyun, who was not supervised by Taoist Fuluan, was still doing his morning homework very respectfully:

——That is, recite the required scriptures.

Fuluan Guan's morning lessons are divided into: mantras, sutras, and imperial edicts.

The mantra is the "Pure Heart Divine Mantra", the sutra is the "Tai Shang Purity Sutra", and the edict is the "Youxu Ancestor Gao" in praise of Patriarch Fuluan.

Morning and evening homework are compulsory daily exercises for Taoists.

In the words of Taoist Fuluan: "If you don't recite it diligently, how can you maintain Yuanhe?"

After finishing the "Chang Chao Yi", Taoist Xuanyun bowed his hands respectfully and left.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan was about to close the incense passage, but suddenly something happened in his heart... Today, Fuluan Taoist Master is not around, wouldn't it be a good time for him to go out for a walk?

Having had the experience of escaping from death under the Sanqing bell, his courage has naturally become stronger!

With his thoughts falling, Mo Chuan no longer hesitated and walked out of the incense statue.

"Crack-"

At the same time, there was a sudden noise at the door.

Following the sound, I saw Taoist boy Xuanyun leaving and returning.

He was looking at Mo Chuan who walked out of the statue with a dumbfounded look on his face, his eyes widened as if he had seen an incredible sight.

Mo Chuan was also confused.

Why are you, such a turtle grandson, back again?

"Fu Luan looks at Xuanyun and pays homage to the Patriarch!"

While Mo Chuan was stunned, Taoist boy Xuanyun rushed to the statue, put his hands on the ground, and bowed from his head to the back of his hands!

This kid has spiritual roots!

"Can you see me?"

Mo Chuanruo stepped on the steps and walked down slowly.

"If you reply to the Patriarch, your disciples will be able to see it!"

"Have your eyes opened?"

"I have never opened my heavenly eye!" Xuan Yun immediately explained: "Master said that I was born with spiritual roots and my heavenly eye opened on its own."

"I see."

"Where is your master?"

"The Qingshui County government officials came to visit, and the master went to entertain me."

"Qingshui County?"

Mo Chuan was surprised, his thoughts were flowing, and he suddenly had some guesses.

If he guessed correctly, the several incense sticks he has received so far are probably all in the same area.

"Master Patriarch, is there any natural or man-made disaster in Qingshui County?"

Taoist Xuanyun raised his head at some point and looked at Mo Chuan with a pair of dark eyes.

"Why do you say that?"
To be continued...