The old man has run out of fuel and his lamp has dried up, and his life will not be long!

——This is Mo Chuan’s first feeling after taking over Lao Dao’s body.

He couldn't feel any energy in this skin.

Not only was the depleted body unable to nourish the soul, it was even devouring his essence, like a dry river bed that couldn't hold back even a drop of rain.

Only flooding with floods can restore some moisture.

Even if Mo Chuan enjoys several incense, he is still unable to nourish his dying body.

Fortunately, the path of incense is like a sweet spring in a snow-capped mountain. It is better than a long stream of water, and everything can be expected.

"How many days can I hold on? Let's take a look first and see!"

Mo Chuan thought in his mind.

It sounds like luck.

He realized that he was wearing one and was thinking about how to rebuild his body. Unexpectedly, he bumped into a body today.

It can be considered a practice in advance.

Speaking of which, this dying body is actually pretty good.

If the blood energy is too strong, it can easily damage the soul and body.

If it is a diseased body and takes possession of the human body, it will harm the human soul and eventually harm the harmony of heaven and earth.

"Boom——"

After the lightning, thunder rolled outside and heavy rain poured down.

"Is there anyone here? I was passing by here and suddenly encountered a mountain rain. Can I use the treasure to temporarily shelter the rain?"

Just at this moment, there were inquiries coming from outside the house.

Just as Mo Chuan was about to reply, "Bang!" a rude knock on the door came.

In the influx of water vapor, someone has already broken in.

Mo Chuan took a quick look and found that probably due to the backlight and the dim eyesight of Yan Zhen, the person coming could not see clearly at all.

"This is an abandoned temple, Brother Pan, come in quickly, come in quickly!"

"Why does it have a door if it's an abandoned temple?" Brother Pan said in a hesitant voice.

"Let's talk after you come in! Look at you, you're almost soaked in water."

While he was talking, there was a rush of hurried footsteps.

After careful counting, there were six figures in total, four men and two women, filling the hut tightly.

"It's really a temple! Who is this statue?"

"Hush, don't talk about ghosts and gods."

"Hey, there's still incense!"

"There's someone there!"

After everyone came in, there was a lot of chatter. After looking around, they finally found Mo Chuan lying on the straw couch.

"I am Pan Xingsi, a scholar from Qingshui County. I visited Huayin Mountain with my friends today. I didn't want the rain to come in a hurry. I was anxious to take shelter from the rain and barged in by mistake. Please forgive me, Taoist Priest!"

One of them came close and bowed his hands, and the voice he heard was the original voice asking for instructions outside the door.

Mo Chuan rolled his throat, waved his hands and said:

"It's a simple hut. You can feel free to do as you wish. I'm not in good health, so I won't entertain you."

Pan Xingsi cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Taoist Master, for your understanding!"

While the two were talking, the other people were already slapping themselves away from the rain.

A few others ordered servants to light fires and bake clothes.

Mo Chuan lay on the grass couch and looked at it with hazy vision for a long time, and finally saw some clues.

Among these four men and two women, two are servants.

The remaining two men also regarded "Mr. Qiao" as their respecter, and the two women were also distant relatives of the Qiao family.

Per Xingsi, who was always polite, probably gained the reputation of being a scholar and was qualified to travel with him.

"Taoist Master, please have some tea!"

Not long after, Per Xingsi brought a cup of tea. This was new tea made by Mr. Qiao's servant.

The original plan was to drink tea and recite poems in an arty way while traveling around the mountains and rivers.

It's fine now, so I can only cook it to keep away the cold.

"You're welcome."

Mo Chuan sat up and accepted it generously.

His current body needs to replenish energy, whether it is food or tea.

"My Guangui Temple should have a long history. Is the Taoist priest here in seclusion?"

"It's just begging for work in a barren mountain!"

“It turned out that he was hiding from the imperial tax and labor!”

This was said by Mr. Qiao not far away. Apparently he had been eavesdropping with his ears open.

"If you are avoiding taxes and labor, why build a statue of a god?" The female family member next to her looked puzzled.

"Taoist priests are exempted from taxes, so they are not allowed to build a statue of a god to look more like it? Look at this statue, it is in a weird shape. How does it look like a god?"

Mr. Qiao pointed at the statue with a proud look on his face, boasting that he could see through the old man's little thoughts.

Mo Chuan glanced at the clay statue in the main hall of the thatched house and thought, there are really people everywhere who have bad mouths and deserve to be beaten.

"Master Qiao, what you said is wrong! How can the imperial court tolerate this situation if it is so majestic and powerful? As far as I know, only those who hold the ultimatum issued by the imperial court can be an orthodox Taoist disciple. Taoist priest, I can say that.

Right?" Per Xing thought.

"Not bad at all." Mo Chuan replied.

"Dare I ask if the chief can give me an ultimatum?" Mr. Qiao stood up.

Mo Chuan was startled, and finally came to his senses, sighing in his heart that he had underestimated the wisdom of the ancients.

In love, there is a good person and a bad person. How about testing his identity?

That's right, who dares to live alone in the barren mountains and ridges?

"whee……"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from outside the hut, the sound was as sharp as a fox and creepy.

"The mind of a scholar is just dirty. It's enough to be ungrateful for using his thatched hut to take shelter from the rain, but he actually repays his kindness with vengeance and doubts his master? This is extremely filthy! Why don't you do anything, old bastard?"

The laughter fell, and a sound of urging came that made people think deeply.

Suddenly, the whole room was filled with dead silence.

Pan Xingsi and Mr. Qiao looked at each other with shock on their faces.

Since the death of the Qingshui County magistrate, they have been sent to the countryside to avoid disasters by their elders.

Today I am also taking advantage of the excitement, thinking about finding a wonderful place on the edge of the barren mountain to recite poems and write poems.

Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, I actually lost my way.

Went all the way to this point.

Unexpectedly, the rain was coming quickly, and a hut appeared in front of them. How could they not mutter?

Unexpectedly, what are you really afraid of?

Mo Chuan was also shocked when he heard this.

What's happening here?

Is it possible that this old Taoist colluded with monsters in the barren mountains and ridges to engage in unprofitable business?

"Hehehe...it's a two-legged sheep with fine skin and tender meat. If you don't want to enjoy it, I will eat it."

While everyone was in shock and confusion, layers of strange laughter suddenly sounded in the hut!

Pan Xingsi and others were immediately frightened and gathered together. The two female relatives turned pale and shouted:

"Go, go, go!"

As he screamed, there was already a female family member who fled out in panic.

"Don't leave. If the thief guards the door, wouldn't we fall into a trap?" Pan Xingsi stopped him quickly.

But it was too late.

The female family member just rushed out of the hut and suddenly let out a scream.
To be continued...