Under the sunset, the tail of the cow flicks the fly.

The cowherd boy, whose face was covered with dry nose and snot, rode on the back of the cow in ragged clothes and stared blankly at the escort team passing by down the ramp.

"Master Tao, Jiming Tun has arrived!"

The motorcade finally stopped in a village. Luo Feibai took the lead in coming to Mo Chuan's carriage and said respectfully.

He was not slighted at all because Mo Chuan was about to die soon.

The thick curtain of the carriage was opened, Mo Chuan squinted his eyes, stuck his head out, and walked out with heavy steps.

Luo Feibai quickly stepped on the side of the car and helped Mo Chuan get out of the car.

"It's time to work."

"Master Dao, you are so polite!"

Luo Feibai helped Mo Chuan out of the carriage with a respectful look on his face, and then handed him over to the steady young man to help him while he was busy arranging the arrangements for staying overnight.

Mo Chuan walked slowly with the support of the younger generation, laughing at himself. This could be considered an early experience of old age life.

Yan Zhen's body is getting worse day by day.

Living in this body, he was like a bird in a fish cage, struggling to move.

He didn't even dare to leave.

Because he had an intuition that as long as he came out of his shell, this skin would definitely die in minutes.

To put it bluntly, this body now depends entirely on his spirit to hold it together.

It's a coincidence that the incense has been very popular at Fuluan Temple in the past few days. After eating at the Taoist furnace, his spirit became stronger and stronger.

Otherwise, how can I support Yan Zhen to reach this point?

'It shouldn't be a problem to persist to Yunji Temple. If Yunji Temple cannot be found, maybe we can still get a glimpse of Yunji Temple's Taoism.'

Mo Chuan thought to himself that the fatigue from the journey seemed to have been dispelled, and he felt as if the plum blossoms had quenched his thirst.

After dinner, a waiter knocked on the door and came in:

"Master Dao, there is a woman in a nearby town whose child was frightened and lost his soul. I have looked at her all over, but there is no improvement. I heard that you are in the escort team, and I want to ask you to take a look."

"You lost soul, let me go and have a look." Mo Chuan agreed happily.

"Okay, Master Dao, I'll help you."

The waiter was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly came over to help him.

The escort team pays great attention to peace as the most important thing, no matter whether they are from the three religions, the nine streams, the white road or the underworld, it is all about building good relationships.

There is a saying that a horse hitching post can trip someone's leg.

If you form a good relationship, there will be many clear paths.

With the help of the waiter, Mo Chuan came to the lobby of the guesthouse where he was staying.

In the hall, Luo Feibai was entertaining guests.

Judging from the neat appearance of the guest, he must be a country squire from all over the country.

That's right. If you're not a country squire, how can you be so well-informed?

"Taoist Priest, look what's wrong with the baby. Three days ago, he was crying and crying endlessly. Look, his voice has become hoarse from crying, but he still keeps moaning. In the past three days, he has hardly slept at all.

, it’s so easy for me to give birth to a son..."

A woman walked over with a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, and when she opened her mouth, she complained like Xianglin's sister-in-law.

"Okay, please stop saying a few words and let the Taoist priest take a closer look." A middle-aged squire next to him scolded.

When the woman heard this, she closed her mouth and moved forward to put the baby in her arms.

"Wow wow wow——"

Mo Chuan took a closer look and saw that the swaddled baby was indeed humming, but his voice was hoarse and he could barely hear the sound.

If you look closely, you can see several evil babies entangled in the baby's body.

After taking a quick look at the gender of the evil baby, Mo Chuan sighed.

“Is there a baby girl in the family who died in infancy?”

The woman and her husband looked at each other and turned pale.

"Please also ask the Taoist priest to save my youngest son. My thirty-year-old son cannot die in infancy again." The woman knelt down.

"Oh, what a sin!"

Mo Chuan sighed, raised his hand, and suddenly a ghost-destroying instrument flashed in his hand, and he placed it gently on the baby's chest.

Suddenly, the crying baby stopped abruptly.

He smacked his lips and wanted to nurse, but he couldn't stop being tired and fell into a deep sleep.

"Oh, stop crying!"

“It’s really amazing!”

"Taoist Priest, you have great magic power."

The escorts who were watching the excitement were amazed when they saw this.

"Don't throw away this basket. It will protect the child from evil spirits. If you have time, burn incense sticks for the baby who died in infancy! Go ahead!"

After saying that, Mo Chuan waved his hand to drive people away.

"Thank you, Taoist priest, thank you, Taoist priest!"

The squire quickly took out the money, put it on the table according to the rules of the Taoist mother-in-law's family, and left with the woman.

"Master Dao, thank you for your hard work."

Luo Feibai approached, cupped his fists with an embarrassed look on his face and said:

"Luo travels south and north, often exposed in the mountains and fields, and often sees phosphorus fire in graves. Can I ask the Taoist Master to give me a talisman to ensure my safety?"

Mo Chuan raised his hand, and a talisman flashed across his fingertips:

"This jar can deter evil spirits, but it won't work if it's a spirit. However, if you encounter a spirit, it can be hurt by a sword or an ax, and it can chop down all non-jiazi monsters with a single blow."

Luo Feibai was overjoyed when he heard this and took it with both hands: "Thank you, Master Dao, for the talisman!"

Mo Chuan returned the gift with his hand, and with the help of the waiter, he slowly walked back to the guest room.

Early the next morning, the escort team set off again.

Mo Chuan once again sat in the carriage that could break people's bones, and endured the rest of the journey with a grimace.

Fortunately, it is not far from Changlan City.

As the motorcade drove towards noon, Changlan City was already visible in the distance. Several soldiers were blocking the city gate, checking the passers-by.

Luo Feibai was quite thin-faced and was let go without any difficulty.

Just entering the city, the driver of the car heard a surprised voice: "What happened? Why are people wearing sackcloth and mourning all over the city?"

Hearing the sound, Mo Chuan raised the curtains and looked outside:

But no, on the sparse and bright street, five of the ten pedestrians were wearing sackcloth, and one was crying.

After walking a few more steps, I came across an alley, and with a quick glance, I could see someone holding a funeral in the alley.

The soul-inducing flags are raised high.

If this is just one or two examples, that's it. At most, you can say "raise the coffin to make a fortune, and the purple energy will come from the east" to get rid of the bad luck.

However, the further the carriage drove away, the more everyone in the escort team began to murmur.

Because there are too many funerals.

You can see it in almost every alley, and it’s really an evil thing.

There were also groups of Taoist priests and Buddhist disciples coming in and out.

When the escort team entered the escort office, Luo Feibai helped Mo Chuan out of the carriage as usual, and he couldn't wait to call the person who took over, and asked:

"Old buck tooth, what happened in the city? Why is there so much paper money floating along the way?"

"Headguard Luo doesn't know, there's been a ghost in the city lately!"

"What?" Luo Feibai's face changed slightly.

Don't want to, the old buck tooth lowered his voice and said: "However, some people say that this is a flower-making act. There are also rumors in the public that this is a temple dispute!"

The so-called Huazi are traffickers who specialize in abducting children.

Because he often pretends to be a beggar and walks around the streets, the people call him a beggar.

"How do you say this?" Luo Feibai asked quickly.

Old Buck Tooth glanced at Mo Chuan and said mysteriously:

"A month ago, there were frequent rumors of missing children in the city. Until recently, they have become more and more intense."
To be continued...