Man, big belly, stretch marks, skinny.

Any one of these four words is not surprising, but the combination is enough to make the hair stand on end.

This is the fundamental reason why the Ke family, a wealthy shipping company in Yongcheng City, was so alarmed that they even hired a Taoist priest to open an altar to ward off evil spirits!

This is a strange disease. On both sides of the Dongyu River, this strange disease also has a frightening name:

——Voodoo disease!

No one knows where this disease comes from. They only know that once you get this disease, your abdomen will be as distended as a ball, the pain will be unbearable, your qi and blood will gather together and cannot be released, your body will become thinner and thinner, and you will eventually die suddenly.

If you cut open its abdomen, you can still see disgusting insects.

This is the origin of the name of Gu disease.

At first, some people thought it was the Miao people from Wanli Jinghuang who were poisoning them, so they extremely rejected the Miao people;

After the Miao people gradually stopped moving on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, the poisonous diseases continued to appear one after another.

Since then, various legends have been born.

Among them, the most popular theory is that this is caused by the evil spirit in the river, this is the corpse worm!

As the old saying goes, a charcoal dog dies after being buried, but a radix bearded dog dies without being buried.

What is Tan Gouzi? He is a miner.

What is a bearded man? He is a boat runner.

As a boat runner, you must not only be prepared to die in a river, but also have the awareness that your body cannot be recovered.

Look at a person suffering from Gu disease. His belly is as bloated as that of a giant, full of insects. How is it different from a bloated corpse?

Therefore, every time a person who has died due to Gu disease is found, those who have no money will stay away, while those who have money will hire someone to do it to relieve the resentful soul, just for fear that the resentful soul will look for the next victim again.

However, Mo Chuan took one look and raised his eyebrows.

Is this... a blood-sucking insect?

But no, without using Taixu's vision, Mo Chuan found blood-sucking insects in the belly of the corpse.

He casually used the magical power of his eyes to avoid epidemics, and all the blood-sucking insects in his belly died suddenly.

Unfortunately, people cannot be resurrected after death.

"It is said that blood-sucking worms live in snails, and there are high incidence areas on both sides of the river. It is probably caused by eating unripe snails by mistake."

Mo Chuan instantly figured out the cause and effect.

He glanced at an old man who was devoutly offering incense in the corner of the yard, listened to his murmur for a moment, then shook his head and gave up.

The old man's obsession is as simple as it is simple as it is difficult to say, that is to pray for God's blessing and not to be plagued by poisonous diseases!

It is not difficult for you to ask Mo Chuan to treat the disease;

But to ensure that you never get sick, tsk tsk, it’s really a bit difficult.

After all, Mo Chuan can't keep an eye on the donor all the time!

"never mind!"

Mo Chuan shook his head, withdrew his gaze, took out the "Lectures on the Six Gods in the Interior" written by Taoist Wuzhu, and prepared to read it in detail.

I didn't want to, but after my eyes fell on the lecture notes, I couldn't read it.

The image of the pot-bellied corpse always lingered in my mind.

Speaking of which, during this period of time, he often walked on both sides of the Chengye River and never saw anyone with a big belly. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't that he couldn't see it, but that the people with a big belly were already staying at home waiting to die.

"Forget it, it's just a matter of effort, you should just accumulate your yin and virtue."

Mo Chuan pondered for a moment, and then summoned Taoist Fuluan, Taoist Chang Qing.

At this time, Taoist Chang Qing was quietly repairing the Huanglu Temple in a small building. Suddenly, he heard the voice of the Patriarch in his ears. He was startled and quickly got up and came over.

"Disciple Chang Qing, I have met the Patriarch!"

Pushing open the main hall, Chang Qing kowtowed three times respectfully. When he raised his head, he looked at Mo Chuan with a slightly complicated look in his eyes.

"Pindao recently traveled around the rivers and lakes and found that there are many poisonous diseases on the banks of the rivers. The people are very afraid of them, but in fact they are just diseases caused by insects! Go and visit a few families, find a few victims, and spread the word that the God of Shoushan Mountain can cure poisonous diseases.

If you are sick, you don't need to go to the temple to worship, just burn incense sincerely, don't delay."

Mo Chuan warned.

In fact, given the efficaciousness of the Shoushan Mountain Temple, the mountain god's ability to cure voodoo diseases will spread sooner or later, so there is no need to bother with it.

But this process will take at least several years.

If you are unlucky, it may happen in more than ten years.

Because if you want to attract Mo Chuan's attention, you must at least be obsessed with incense.

In Shoushan Temple, the standards are lower, but you still have to be a devout person.

Such people are rare.

In addition, people who suffer from poisonous diseases are often very poor and impoverished. It is somewhat difficult for such people to go to the temple to seek medical treatment.

Even if it is cured, it will take time for it to spread again.

During this time, I don’t know how many people will die.

Mo Chuan simply sent someone to add fuel to the flames. He collected the incense and the patient survived, getting the best of both worlds.

"Disciple, please obey the law!"

Chang Qing didn't even think about it and quickly bowed in agreement.

When Mo Chuan saw this, he raised his hand and a piece of painting floated over.

——This painting was given to Mo Chuan by Huang Buyu, the great demon of Jiazi, when he first entered the world of incense.

Now that it is no longer needed, it is just a gift to Fuluan Taoist, in human form.

"You have the body of a ghost and an immortal, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see it. This painting skin is given to you to facilitate your actions."

Mo Chuan's explanation made Chang Qing feel warm in his heart. He quickly reached out to take it and bowed to express his gratitude: "Disciple Chang Qing, thank you, Grandmaster, for the treasure!"

"The skin of the painting is fragile, so it is best to go out in the early morning and at dusk! Whenever you meet a patient, he will preach and chant the name of a poor Taoist. Ordinary people, when they suddenly see a wild Taoist, will inevitably have doubts and insincerity, but the poor Taoist cannot hear it.

."

Mo Chuan warned again.

"Disciple understands."

"Well, go ahead. If you are in danger, chant my name and don't force yourself."

As Mo Chuan spoke, he was about to send Fuluan Taoist out of the sacrificial furnace with a wave of his hand.

"Master Patriarch——"

Fuluan Laodao suddenly spoke, causing Mo Chuan to stop.

"What's the matter?"

Fuluan Taoist bowed his head, doubts that had accumulated for dozens of days came to his mind.

He especially remembered that in the squire's side house in Ma Tou Xi, his ancestor had called himself Mingchen Taoist priest. This detail made him uneasy.

In retrospect, I found that the Patriarch never called himself the Patriarch, but instead called himself "Poverty Taoist".

The so-called Patriarch was what Xuanyun insisted on after meeting him unexpectedly.

His Fuluan lineage had been in decline for a long time, and he hadn't seen his ancestor come to immortality for a long time. He was so excited that he didn't think much about it.

The most important thing is that Mo Chuan was indeed his disciple Xuanyun who used the art of ghosts and immortals to summon the immortals.

And there are quite a few times.

How can you still doubt it?

However, the Lord God of Banling Mountain, Incense, and the self-proclaimed Daoist Mingchen, made him realize a cruel truth in a daze.

"As a disciple walking in the wilderness, it is inevitable that he will encounter lonely souls and wild ghosts. I would also like to ask the Patriarch to give me a few ghost deterrents for self-defense."

Various thoughts came to Chang Qing's lips, but they turned into words of defiance.

"Well, I just didn't think it through."

Mo Chuan shook his head, waved his hand, and a pile of things fell over.

If you look carefully, you will see that the talisman, magic sword, Sanqing bell, and coir raincoat are all available.

The most rare and valuable thing is that the coir raincoat is woven from spiritual grass, so even a ghost body can be easily carried with it.

"Ah... too many!"

When Old Taoist Fuluan saw this, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked horrified.

"I have a few belongings with me, so don't worry. Let's see if you need anything else?"

"Enough is enough. No matter how many disciples you have, you won't be able to take the ghost-immortal body with you."

"That's good, go and come back quickly."

Mo Chuan nodded, and as his heart moved, he sent Fuluan Dao out of the sacrificial furnace.

After he left, the hall immediately fell into silence.

Mo Chuan looked at the empty hall and shook his head gently:

"How can I quit my job when my horse loves me?"
Chapter completed!