Chapter 79 Ownerless Incense

These two methods are also interesting to talk about.

Born out of the dream-dispelling technique of the Shangqing Sect, it emphasizes the dreamless method of nature.

He said: "Humans have six dreams, which are handed down by gods. Those who do not know the origin of changes in emotions will be confused about their causes... The information of the ups and downs of one body is all connected to heaven and earth, and corresponds to the categories of things."

The general meaning is that all dreams have a reason, and once you dream, you will waste your mind and energy.

Therefore dreamless sleep is the best.

This is exactly why the art of dream dispelling was born.

After practicing, take a nap for an hour and you will be radiant and full of energy.

It can be said to be the king of scrolling techniques.

However, if we talk about scrolling, this too mysterious dream method will change the volume.

This is strikingly similar to a lucid dream, but after falling asleep, you can enter dreamland and practice in your dream.

The disadvantage of this method is that you must rest for three to five days every month, otherwise you may damage your source.

"Interesting, these two techniques complement each other, right?"

Mo Chuan smiled softly and immediately closed his eyes. Ether Xuan entered the dream method and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

When I opened my eyes in a dream, the familiar living room came into view.

He curiously touched it to the left and looked to the right. His mind moved, and the surrounding scenery quickly receded, and he actually appeared on the top of the mountains.

He faced the mountain breeze, touched the white clouds, and looked into the distance. Although he sketched the majestic and majestic scenery casually, he could only enjoy it to himself, but it still shocked him.

He deliberately tried to simulate a character, but found that he could only simulate an empty shell, but the person was as dull as a puppet and could not be used as a sparring partner at all.

"Is there any limit to the dream spell?"

"No wonder the Taoist Heavenly Demon filled Ran Yi's fish into the illusory sea, compared the two, and made a judgment."

"However, these two nightmare techniques are enough for me to distinguish nightmares."

Mo Chuan thought secretly.

He practiced the Nightmare Technique not to become the king of scrolls, but just to distinguish nightmares.

The feeling Ran Yi Zhiyu gave him was too shocking.

This was the first fatal crisis that occurred to him after he obtained the sacrificial furnace and walked in the world of incense.

This is also the fundamental reason why he is eager to find the method of nightmare.

Now with these two methods, especially the dream-dispelling technique, he can escape from the dream at any time, which finally made up for the shortcomings he was most worried about.

Mo Chuan was deep in his dreamland when a stick of incense curled up.

This shocked him. He quickly left the dream and looked at the incense in the mirror... He was stunned.

In the curling green smoke, I saw a steamed bun mountain located among the mountains. The bamboos and trees on the mountain were thick and the birds were singing loudly.

And then...it was gone.

Who is the worshiper? Where does the incense come from?

There was no trace!

Mo Chuan blinked and thought to himself, it is quite hidden!

He stretched out his hand and flicked the green smoke, and the scenery in the incense mirror changed erratically, the tree crowns, the mountains and forests, the streams, the clouds...

He carefully searched every corner, but found nothing.

"It's really weird. Could it be an incense that transcends time and space? Just like that in Laixian Town, by chance, the incense was sealed and the worshiper died?"

"Or is this the incense offered by evil spirits? But since it is evil spirits, why can't I feel where it is?"

Mo Chuan glanced at the birds and beasts that appeared in the incense mirror, and then disappeared into the living room.

When he appeared again, he was already in the mountains.

When you look down using the incense as a mirror, the mountains are dwarfed;

When you are in it, you suddenly feel the ups and downs of the mountains, and you don’t know the boundaries.

Mo Chuan had no intention of admiring the scenery. He was like a tiger chasing a frightened hare. When he was separated, the jumping cat immediately fell into pieces.

"It's not a monster!"

Mo Chuan shook his head and recovered the rabbit, but did not let it go. He stuffed it into the sacrificial furnace and planned to skin it and kill it one day to serve as game.

Afterwards, he walked around a few more times. Not to mention the evil spirits, there was no smell at all.

This bun mountain is very clean!

"Is it a ghost?"

Mo Chuan was a little confused.

"Watching chess players and playing bad, cutting down trees, walking slowly at the mouth of the valley beside the clouds. Selling firewood and drinking wine, laughing wildly to express my love..."

At this moment, a burst of folk songs came faintly.

Mo Chuan hurriedly listened and waited for the direction to be determined before he set out to find it.

After leaving Mantou Mountain, after circling seven times and eight times, we finally found a well-traveled trail.

After walking dozens of steps along the trail, at the corner of the zigzag mountain trail, I saw a woodcutter carrying a pile of firewood high in the hills.

"Uncle, stay here!" Mo Chuan greeted him quickly when he saw this.

"The Taoist priest called me?" The woodcutter stopped and turned around when he heard the sound, and asked curiously.

"Exactly."

Mo Chuan hurriedly approached, looked at it calmly, and said with cupped hands: "I'm lost in the mountains. How dare I ask this old man how to get to the incense road?"

The woodcutter looked confused: "I have been collecting firewood in the mountains since I was a child, and I have never heard of anything like a fire road? The Taoist Master wants to find a mountain road?"

"Exactly."

"Then it's just a good time to keep me company. I'm going back to the village. After entering the village, there are rural roads, and it will be easy to get out of the mountain."

"That's a good feeling! Old man Lao will lead the way."

"Taoist Priest, you're welcome. Oh, by the way, where did Taoist Priest come from?"

"A wandering Taoist priest has no view and no door. Heaven and earth are his home, and it doesn't matter where he goes."

"Yeah, that's really cool. Hey, how come the firewood has become lighter?"

"Pindao, I'll give you a hand and save some energy for the journey."

"Hey, thank you, Taoist priest."

The mountain road is difficult to navigate, but it is rare for the woodcutter to return to the village when the sun is high.

Looking up, you can see that the village is not big, and the houses are scattered around and built against the mountain. Some three or five households are crowded together, and some are single-family houses.

——But it’s hard to find flat land in the mountains, so only cracks and holes can be found.

The surrounding land is slightly flat, all planted with crops.

When the woodcutter returned on his way, many villagers in the fields raised their heads to greet him.

"It's getting late, Taoist priest, so don't leave in a hurry. We still have thirty miles to go out of the mountain. It will be dark by the time we get out. Why don't you go to my house to have a meal and sleep, and then set off again tomorrow morning."

Before entering the village, the woodcutter invited me.

Mo Chuan had no intention of leaving the village. Hearing this, he pretended to take out a rabbit from his waist and said, "Sorry to bother you. It happened that Pindao caught a rabbit and cooked it together in the evening."

The woodcutter laughed: "Okay, okay!"

"Come on, come on, come on, the donkey's eggs are crazy and biting!"

Suddenly, a burst of running and shouting came.

Looking carefully, I saw a woman running in the village with an anxious look on her face.

When the woodcutter heard this, his expression changed immediately, he threw away the firewood and rushed over.

When the villagers working in the fields heard the sound, they also dropped their tools and rushed over.

A trace of self-deprecation flashed across Mo Chuan's face.

Master Tao, could it be that I am a lone star from heaven or Conan in the human world?

Wherever you go, there will be disaster?

Of course, this is an inversion of cause and effect.

Rather than saying that he is the lone star of the evil spirits, it is better to say that he is the nemesis of the evil spirits.

Mo Chuan had no time to sigh and quickly chased after him.

As soon as I entered the village, I heard a burst of shouting and screaming, which was also accompanied by screams of pain.
To be continued...