"Hallucination? Or... traveling to another world?"

Looking at the familiar bedroom, Mo Chuan was filled with doubts.

It turned out that when Huang Buyu presented the painting, he suddenly felt that "the disaster has been resolved and he can leave at any time."

He also saw the bedrooms that overlapped the ancestral hall again.

In fact, he did return to his bedroom at home.

To be honest, he had checked out a lot of information and made preparations since he started hearing hallucinations.

Various scientific and unscientific possibilities have been imagined.

His ability to deal with what just happened calmly had something to do with the psychological preparation he had made during this period.

But even so, this matter was still beyond the limits of his imagination.

"Um...this is?"

He suddenly discovered something strange inside his body.

After the induction, I was surprised to find that I had an extra ability of "inner vision".

A two-eared three-legged incense burner and a stack of painted skins were also found inside the body.

As soon as his mind moved, the incense burner and the painting suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and waves of sympathetic thoughts rippled back and forth. Mo Chuan was so shocked that his eyebrows were filled with disbelief.

【Sacrifice furnace】

——The heavy rain will not moisten the rootless grass; the Tao and the Dharma are broad and must save those who are thoughtful.

The origin of this furnace is unknown, and it can be used to intercept the ownerless incense.

However, incense has prophecies. If you want to enjoy it, you must get rid of its obsessions and eliminate its disasters.

Mo Chuan was thinking about the information about the Sacrificial Ceremony Furnace.

If he guessed correctly, the body of the ritual furnace should be the double-eared and three-legged furnace in the Chen family ancestral hall.

Under the prayers of the old man of the Chen family, a strange combination of circumstances pointed to his soul.

The Taoist furnace also recognized its owner.

If you want to prove this, you only need to wait for the Chen family to offer sacrifices again.

Mo Chuan immediately put away the sacrificial furnace and his eyes fell on the pile of paintings:

【Painted Skin·Sudden Death】

——It is made from the skin of a violently killed human being. It is extremely yin and evil. It cannot be controlled by anything that is not yin. It cannot be covered with skin if it is not invisible.

This is made by Jiazi Huangxian, and it can be transformed into a human form.

Mo Chuan felt the information contained in the painted skin and wanted to put on a mask and experience a makeover. However, now that he had a body, he couldn't put on a human skin, so he had to give up.

After he put away the painting, not only was there no joy on his face, but there was a hint of worry.

"It seems that I have encountered an incredible adventure, but the premise of all this is... this is not my imagination!"

Since he had "auditory hallucinations", he might also have "visual hallucinations".

In other words, everything he just experienced, and even the sacrificial furnace and painted skin that he collected out of thin air in front of him, may all be hallucinations made up by his brain.

Mental illness is not a rare problem in modern society.

When Mo Chuan was in high school, a school experience was arranged in a nearby mental hospital.

He saw with his own eyes many patients lying in front of the bars, swearing and saying ridiculous things.

So he had reason to wonder if he also suffered from some kind of mental illness?

"It's actually not difficult to verify these."

Mo Chuan took out his cell phone and looked at the time. It was ten o'clock at night. He simply got dressed, took out the sacrificial furnace from his body, held it in his hand, and went out.

"Young man, this incense burner looks quite exquisite!"

"Yeah, I think so too. I just bought it today."

"Where did you buy it? How much did it cost?"

"Flower and Bird Market, I want one thousand and eighty, I'll cut off the sole of my shoe, and I'll take it for one hundred and fifty."

"Okay, one hundred and fifty is not a loss. Modern handicrafts also cost several hundred!"

"I think so too."

Sitting in the taxi, Mo Chuan felt that the chatty driver was quite good for the first time.

While chatting with the driver, he looked at his mobile phone, which was playing an online advanced mathematics course silently.

In his opinion, even if there are other people as witnesses, there is no guarantee that this is not an illusion.

What if this is a "brain in a vat" hallucination?

So his second verification method is - mathematics.

The brain may use his experience and knowledge to weave weird and miraculous stories that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, and deceive him.

But math doesn’t!

The moonlight is like water and the stars are bright.

By the time Mo Chuan, covered with stars and moon, strolled around for a while and returned home, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Verifications along the way, coupled with endless thoughts, the consumption of thinking was huge, which made him extremely tired, and he fell asleep when he got home.

A dreamless night.

The next day, Mo Chuan was woken up by a burst of murmuring.

"Nima! Here we go again-"

Mo Chuan, who had just woken up from his dream, was so angry that he wanted to curse.

Before the words came out, everything from yesterday came to mind, and the curse stopped.

He stood up hurriedly, opened his eyes, and as soon as his mind moved, the sacrificial furnace jumped out.

The incense burner that was empty last night was now filled with incense without any sound, and green smoke billowed straight towards the door.

Through the curls of green smoke, the Chen family ancestral hall once again overlapped between the bedrooms and appeared before our eyes.

In the ancestral hall, the old man of the Chen family was leading dozens of people, old and young, to kneel under the shrine and pray.

"On the sixth day of the sixth month of the 18th month of the 18th month of the 18th month of the 18th month of the 18th century, the descendants of the Chen family in Qukou would like to offer sacrifices to their ancestors with the ceremony of Shaolao, fruit wine and fragrant flowers to comfort the heroic spirits... My ancestors and ancestors, bless my descendants, may my family and family be prosperous and in good health.

I sincerely feel it, all the ancestors come and enjoy it."

"Fu Wei Shang Xiang!"

The head of the Chen family in Qukou held a sacrificial inscription, shook his head, and offered incense to pay homage.

After surviving the unreasonable disaster yesterday, he knocked on the door of the town's scholars all night long, promised a large sum of money, and compiled a memorial text all night long.

Today was a very busy morning, gathering the sect relatives to hold this feasting meeting.

Mo Chuan was not very interested in the elaborate rituals of the Chen family, but what interested him more was the ritual furnace.

It’s different from yesterday when I summoned the sacrificial furnace in a blink of an eye.

As I observed carefully today, all the mysteries of the sacrificial path came to my mind one by one.

Probably because he resolved the Chen family's disaster, as the Chen family worshiped, the power of incense poured into his limbs and bones.

Apart from making him feel refreshed, he also had a faint sense of solidification as his strength increased.

With the guidance of incense, he can escape into that world at any time.

When the Chen family's worship service was over and the incense offerings were burned out, Mo Chuan thought he would be ostracized and left.

No, even though he felt that he could leave, he would not be ostracized if he forced himself to stay.

However, this will consume incense.

He could clearly feel that the incense accumulated in his body was gradually depleting.

"The Chen family's Shangxi worship service is enough for me to stay for more than three days. I won't stay for now until I arrange my body."

After Mo Chuan experimented with the mystery of the Taoist furnace, he immediately stopped staying and returned to his true body.

Unexpectedly, just when I opened my eyes, my phone dinged.

Take it out and take a look:

But a message came from a high school classmate whom I had not contacted in two years, and it turned out that he wanted to pay back the money.

'I'm sorry, Kawako, it took me so long to pay you back, please take it.'

Tsk!

Double happiness!

Mo Chuan was so happy that his eyes filled with tears.
To be continued...