The Taoist room is empty and quiet, and the auspicious furnace burns incense.

Du Guanxuan Zhenzi, who was sending away the disciples of Qingweigong, informed the temple master of the purpose of Taoist Dehong's visit and told Du Guan.

After finishing speaking, he looked at the master of Duyunji Temple and asked:

"Brother, do you think this is true or false?"

"What is true is also false when it is false. Now there is no point in worrying about what is true and what is false! Yanzhen is my disciple of Yunji Temple, how can I, Yunji Temple, see his reputation be tarnished after his death?"

Yunjiguanism's strict words set the tone for this matter and the direction of discussion.

Du Guan nodded lightly when he heard the words, and looked at Du Jue Zhenzi thoughtfully:

"Junior brother, you are the most knowledgeable and have the most extensive knowledge. Do you know what kind of Taoist method this decapitation technique is?"

Jue Zhenzi pondered for a moment and said:

"The great road is unintentional and runs through all things. It is not uncommon to pick off one's head but not die. It is also common in some street performers."

"Since Patriarch Fuluan is called by Taoism, I guess it shouldn't be a cover-up!"

"As far as I know, among the seventy-two techniques of Disha, there is one called [Continuation of the Head]. Rumor has it that even if a person is decapitated, he can still grow back with a snap of his fingers without being hurt. There is also a technique called [Detachment] that can cut off the whole body.

Any limb is separated and restored to its original state."

"If what Fellow Taoist Dehong said is true, this technique should probably be a [fragmentation] technique."

Du Guan's eyes lit up and he quickly asked: "How powerful is this technique?"

They all say: "Since he is ranked as an earthly evil spirit, he can naturally have great supernatural powers."

Du Guanwen immediately became excited and looked at the master of Yunji Temple: "Brother, do you want me to prepare a generous gift and go to Fuluan Temple?"

The master of Yunji Temple did not answer, but he added:

"Brother, please don't worry. Is this the art of separation? It's only my opinion! Yan Zhenzi left the temple when he was young and stayed in a hut in Huayin Mountain to practice for a period of time. He is as sincere as a young man. Whether he can realize the preciousness of Taoism or not is yet to be seen. Then,

The art of decapitation and immortality may be just a blind trick."

When Du Guan heard this, his face froze slightly, and his expression suddenly became tangled again.

"Prepare a generous gift and come take a trip! Whether it's fake magic or real magic, it's a done deal. We, Yunji Temple, can't destroy Fuluan Temple's Taoism because of this, right?"

The master of Yunji Temple spoke up.

Du Dao said: "But if it is a fake art, and it is replaced by my Yunji Guan Ben Erjing method, won't my Yunji Guan become the laughing stock of the Taoist sect?"

The master of Yunji Temple shook his head when he heard this:

"A single firefly light spreads into a sky full of stars. The Three Scenery Taoist method pioneered by my Patriarch Yunji is also the best of many schools. Now it is spread all over the world with the Two Scenery Method. It can be regarded as spreading branches and leaves, strengthening me.

How can Taoism be a laughing stock?"

As he spoke, he held a fire clip and sent a piece of broken carbon into the furnace. The fire in the furnace suddenly burst into flames and spurted out a cloud of sparks.

"Well, if you have great supernatural powers like Zhili, you can invite Fuluan to watch the birthday ceremony of my Patriarch Yunji in October!"

The master of Yunji Temple added.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then looked thoughtful.

…

…

The theory of luck is probably true.

The matter of intercepting the luck of the Shoushan Mountain Line may have exhausted all the luck that Mo Chuan had accumulated.

For the next week, he never intercepted any new incense.

Huang Buyu was sent to investigate the matter of Lu Fengbei, the Wujia Great Demon, but there was still no report.

Okay, if you can't get over the mountain, I'll go over there.

As a result, I walked through two small towns, and although I encountered a few demons and monsters, they were all insignificant remnant souls.

Not to mention harming people, they are also the ones who are unlucky when they meet them.

At the end of this week, the Mochuan people are not in a hurry, but their wallets are in a tight spot.

It turned out that before that, he exchanged the silver in his hand for gold and brought it back to the real world.

Ten taels of silver were exchanged for one tael of gold.

He just exchanged one tael of gold, leaving only some broken silver and copper to meet daily expenses.

I'm thinking about a tael of gold, which is at least 20,000 yuan according to the market price.

As a result, I went to weigh it. Good guy, it only weighed 31.6 grams, and it was estimated to be more than 12,000.

This was the case even when I visited several houses.

Only then did he realize that the weight units of feelings in the two worlds are different!

Yes, your wealth will be reduced by half in an instant.

"This is not necessarily a bad thing. If you sell more, it might attract special attention."

At that time, Mo Chuan still comforted himself like this.

It was the first time he sold gold in his life that he realized that he had to register with his real name to sell this thing.

Fortunately, he didn't sell much. Looking at the dense list of registration information on the registration form, it probably wouldn't attract anyone's attention.

As a result, he never expected that the real world's wallet would be bulging, but the world of incense would be deflated.

——A rich man like Zhang Yuanwai is not so easy to encounter.

"Save some flowers, I don't know if the gold in the real world can be brought back to the world of incense?"

"I haven't tried it before. If I have more money someday, I might give it a try."

"If it doesn't work out, I'll go to the gambling shop to pick up some change to spend."

Mo Chuan thought to himself, feeling no pressure in his heart.

Can a living person suffocate himself to death?

It is worth mentioning that during this period, people from Yunji Temple came, prepared a large gift, and took away the art of fragmentation.

Also leave an invitation to the festival.

Fuluan Laodao was quite excited about this.

This is said to be a birthday ceremony, but in fact it is a discussion conference.

In the past, Fuluan Temple was in decline, and the funds for chariots and horses were scarce. Naturally, this kind of festival was avoided at all times, so that no one was invited in the end.

Now that the Patriarch has returned and Taoism is about to rise, it’s time to show his face.

Compared to the festival at Yunji Temple, Mo Chuan was more concerned about the movements of Qingwei Palace.

As a result, until he received a new incense stick, Qingwei Palace did not send anyone to take away the art of ghosts and immortals.

This made Mo Chuan feel regretful, but he had to praise him in his heart, insisting on orthodoxy is not a bad thing.

To be honest, if it weren't for Aiwujiwu, he would have some opinions on Fuluan Taoism.

As a disciple of a Taoist sect, you don’t cultivate supernatural powers, but instead focus on worshiping ghosts and subduing rites. How do you think this approach is extreme?

This is also the fundamental reason why he passed down the Ben Erjing method.

Of course, these are all personal opinions and cannot be shared by outsiders.

…

When Mo Chuan felt the new incense, he was filled with surprise.

Because when I looked through the incense in the mirror, I saw a group of demons and monsters.

He looked at it interestingly, and then fled through the incense passage.

As soon as Fang appeared, he was greeted by deafening thunder.

Following the sound, I saw hundreds of men with green faces and fangs, beating cowhide drums, holding knives, forks and halberds, stepping on seven-step steps, coming menacingly.

When Mo Chuan saw this, he quickly moved to the side of the road.

This group of people did not quarrel with him and roared away along the long street.

Behind him, more than a dozen gods with heads larger than their bodies staggered over, walking with unique steps.

When they saw Mo Chuan, they all held whisks in their hands to bless him.

Later, a team on stilts, against the backdrop of the night, looked like a group of elves, or like spiders patrolling the streets, clicking by, how wonderful it was.

Mo Chuan looked at Qi Lan and hated him for having two eyes.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Before the stilt team could understand what was going on, they heard another drumbeat that was completely different from that of the leader, and saw two shirtless men on a float decorated with flowers, beating the spiritual drums to attract the spirits.

Exactly: Thunder Drum God Sacrifice, Linggu Drum Society Sacrifice.
To be continued...