In the exchange of emotions, Mo Chuan only knew that the sacrificial furnace could intercept the ownerless incense!

However, in actual experience, Mo Chuan discovered that the functions of the sacrificial furnace are far more than these.

In other words, various wonderful uses can be derived from the function of intercepting ownerless incense.

For example, when using incense as a mirror, you can explore the subtle details around the incense.

At this moment, since he couldn't see the feet of the principal wife of Zhang Mansion, why not use the incense mirror to take a closer look?

I wonder if Mo Chuan’s skin has its own aura of goodwill;

Or Zhang Yuanwai was suddenly ill and went to the hospital indiscriminately.

In short, Zhang Yuanwai fully agreed to Mo Chuan's request.

Recently, in order to exorcise evil spirits, the Zhang family has prepared all kinds of magical instruments and materials. They even raised a few donkeys and black dogs, waiting to collect blood from their hooves at any time.

Of course, three sticks of incense are no longer necessary.

Soon, the servant brought incense.

Zhang Yuanwai knelt tremblingly in front of the door, offering incense and praying to Taoist Master Mingchen.

This scene made the two shamans next to them look at each other.

'It's done!'

Mo Chuan felt a faint trace of incense coming from the sacrificial furnace, and he was not only pleasantly surprised, but also a little surprised.

He has seen personal incense.

For example, although the incense of Li Guanqi's wife is weak, she is extremely tough, far more than Zhang Yuanwai's a hundred and a thousand times.

'It seems that the quality of the incense that is intercepted by the sacrificial furnace also depends on its color!'

'No, to be precise, only the pure power of incense and incense can activate the interception threshold of the sacrifice furnace!'

Mo Chuan's thoughts flashed, and his eyes immediately fell into the incense, using it as a mirror to gain insight into the person offering the incense and the surrounding environment.

When his eyes fell on the principal wife, his expression suddenly became strange.

He unexpectedly saw a nine-inch-long bald monk at the entrance of the main room's wife's house. He was walking slowly while the ladies were greeting him.

"grass!"

I couldn't help but blurt out a line of Chinese quintessence.

"Taoist Priest..."

Zhang Yuanwai looked over with a blank expression, unaware that thousands of horses were galloping above him and the grassland was green.

"Ahem, Pindao has discovered the evil spirit!" Mo Chuan said with some sympathy.

"Really, really?" Zhang Yuanwai was overjoyed.

Mo Chuan stepped into the room and shouted: "You bald donkey, come out! If you don't show yourself, don't blame Taoist Master. I will use the golden and black fire to boil you into mud!"

While speaking, Mo Chuan raised his right hand, and a ray of sunlight emerged from his palm.

The main wife's body trembled, her skirt bulged, and the little monk who was all wet came out, bowed his head after landing on the ground.

"Master Tao, have mercy on me! Master Tao, have mercy on me!"

Its body is just a drop of lamp oil, and it is most afraid of the strong and positive energy. When it sees Mo Chuan's sunlight, it is like a mouse seeing a cat, and is extremely frightened.

"You little thing, jump in by yourself!"

Mo Chuan pointed to the teapot next to him.

The monk was filled with panic, knowing that he was powerless to resist, so he quickly jumped into the teapot.

When Mo Chuan saw this, he picked up the lid and closed it with a look of disgust.

If he hadn't still had some doubts that needed to be verified, he would have killed this filthy thing with one sword.

"Taoist Master, this, this is..."

Zhang Yuanwai, who was standing at the door, had long been stunned.

It wasn't until the villain got into the teapot that he dared to ask.

"Don't panic, it's just a little wise spirit. Now it has been subdued by a poor spirit. Madam only needs to nurse herself back to health."

Mo Chuan said sympathetically.

"That's good! That's good!"

Zhang Yuanwai was overjoyed. When he looked at his wife again, he was no longer panting and she even fell into a peaceful sleep.

"The disaster has been resolved, Pindao, please leave now!"

Mo Chuan cupped his hands and walked away.

"etc!"

Zhang Yuanwai quickly shouted:

"Taoist Master helped Mr. Zhang solve his problems. How could he leave without drinking a sip of tea? When word spread, the world said that Mr. Zhang did not understand the rules! Mr. Taoist, why don't you stay and have a meal, so that Mr. Zhang can bring his family to express his gratitude."

Mo Chuan heard this and replied meaningfully:

"As the sun sets in the west, Pindao will stay temporarily in Juxian Building. If Zhang Yuanwai is interested, just send someone to pay Pindao's room fee."

After saying that, he strode away.

When Zhang Yuanwai heard this, his old face became ashamed and panicked!

If he really cares about his reputation, wouldn't giving away gold and silver be a hundred times better than leaving him a meal?

The so-called leaving people to eat is just because he is worried that Mo Chuan is treating the symptoms rather than the root cause, and wants to keep a closer look.

…

Let's say that after Mo Chuan left, he went straight to Juxian Building and opened an upper room.

After checking around and confirming that the partition wall had no ears, he put the teapot on the table and said, "Come out!"

The teapot shook, and the nine-inch-long little monk appeared, landed on the table, and said, "The little monk has met Taoist Master."

Mo Chuan said: "Tell me about your origin!"

The young monk hurriedly said: "Yes, Taoist Master. The young monk was originally a rush that was raised in the earth. I don't know when it was picked and made into a candle. When the fire burned all over his body, the young monk was anxious to save his life, squeezed into a drop of oil and jumped out.

, that’s what it looks like now.”

Mo Chuan asked: "It turns out that plants and trees become spirits! If that's the case, why do you do such dirty things?"

The young monk said: "Master Tao clearly shows that this is the method of water, jade, flowing beads, yin, cauldron and yang furnace, dual cultivation."

Mo Chuan smiled half-heartedly: "How brave are you, how dare you use words to slander a poor man?"

The little monk kowtowed with a bang: "The little monk doesn't dare, the little monk doesn't dare!"

Mo Chuan sneered and said: "One bottle is not full, half the bottle is swaying! You are a monster, and Mrs. Zhang Yuanwai is a human. This is the method of dual cultivation? This is clearly harvesting yin and replenishing yang! Tell me, where did you hear about the Yin Cauldron Yang Furnace?

Say?"

The young monk said: "In Zhang Yuanwai's study."

Mo Chuan Daqi: "Zhang Yuanwai?"

"Master Tao, I will never dare to tell lies! That Zhang Yuan was forty-eight years old, but he begged the wife of the seventh wife. His strength declined, so he became very obsessed with the method of dual cultivation. He collected a lot of them in the study. The young monk also read those books, and then

Learn this method of practice."

"Really? When the demi-immortal master subjugates demons and eliminates demons, you not only don't avoid it, but you become even more aggressive. Can the room-in-the-room technique studied by mortals have such an effect?"

As he spoke, Mo Chuan's eyes shone and Riguang hesitated.

"Master Taoist Master Mingjian, then, that is indeed the Fangzhongshu recorded in the study! It's just that the young monk found a Taoist skill in the middle of a book, called Dengchao!"

"Oh? Recite it to me. Don't play any tricks. If Master Tao finds out, I will cook you into lamp oil right away!"

"Yes! Master Dao!"

The little monk was frightened and quickly recited the technique.

After hearing this, Mo Chuan was shocked.

【Registration】

——The meaning of rising, the foundation of re-enactment.

That is, this technique can amplify certain characteristics of the transaction.

For example, it can make the fire burn brighter and the water flow become more rapid.

Unexpectedly, this little monk actually used it to arouse the woman's desire. No wonder Mrs. Zhang Yuanwai would feel pleasure that was almost painful.

"Is the paper recording this Taoist technique still there?"

Mo Chuan asked calmly.

"Yes, Master Tao, the young monk will go get it for Master Tao now!"
To be continued...