A group of country women were laughing and joking, and many people's eyes really lit up when they looked at Mo Chuan.

Only the husband of the beaten woman, Gou Shengzi, was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan quickly spoke to comfort him:

"The layman was joking, since a poor Taoist has entered the Taoist gate and devoted himself to the Taoism, how can he dare to be contaminated by the worldly causes and effects? To give birth to a child, you only need to open an altar in the courtyard, ask for a talisman and offer it under the pillow, and you can get the orchid dream.

levy.”

Mo Chuan knew that the people were ignorant, so he simply raised the curtain and showed his hand.

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and a strong wind suddenly rose in the open space at the entrance of the village, causing everyone to stagger around.

"Ouch! Where did the strong wind come from..."

"It seems like the little Taoist priest is teaching Taoism!"

When the villagers saw this, they were shocked and frightened.

The person who had made fun of him in a pornographic accent was so frightened that he hid in the crowd and did not dare to show his face, for fear that the Taoist priest would settle the score.

"Oh, the little old man doesn't know the true face of the immortal. He has offended many people and is really scared!"

"No problem!"

The village chief, who had previously been full of vulgar words, became polite and gentle when he saw this scene, which made Mo Chuan shake his head inwardly.

With the strong wind as proof, the villagers finally believed that Mo Chuan had two skills.

The process of making love from left to right has also been interrupted. Why not take a look at the Taoist priest's method of seeking a child.

At this time, it was also sunset, so without delaying farm work, everyone crowded outside the fenced yard of Gou Sheng's house to watch the excitement.

The so-called method of opening a forum is naturally something Mo Chuan used to deceive people.

However, he still gave his instructions seriously.

What kind of old table, incense candles, glutinous rice, porcelain bowls, geranium water, Fulong liver... and so on, there are a lot of them.

The name is so intimidating.

In fact, the so-called Tiankui water is women’s menstrual water.

Fulong liver, also known as Fulong feces, is just ashes under the stove.

Seeing the excitement, the villagers took one thing from the east family and another from the west family, and soon the preparations were completed.

Before Mo Chuan was about to make the recipe, he asked:

"May I ask if there are still people in your village who are begging for children? Everyone on the left and right is begging for children, and Pindao happens to be doing the same thing."

All the villagers looked at each other.

A middle-aged man stood up and asked, "Exian, can I ask for a boy?"

Mo Chuan sighed in his heart: "If you can ask for something, you can be sincere and spiritual."

The man quickly said: "Then count me in!"

Another person warmed the interface: "Count me in!"

At one time, seven or eight villagers signed up, many of whom had boys.

"Hey, broken cotton shoes, don't you have a kid at home?"

"You know what the heck, having more children means you will be blessed."

Mo Chuan looked at the excitement, and secretly felt a sense of narrowness in his heart.

Let's talk about the registration being completed here. Mo Chuan took a lock of hair alone and said bluntly that the bride-to-be queen had to look for the person through the black hair.

When everything was ready, Mo Chuan immediately recited the mantra and performed the ritual.

He hummed in a tone that made the villagers look in awe.

However, if someone from the Taoist sect is present, I am afraid that I will have to reprimand the fake Taoist priest!

That scripture is clearly the "Qing Jing Sutra".

After the nonsense process was completed, Mo Chuan took out the yellow paper, licked the ink, and came up with a house-keeping basket.

"The method of asking for a child has been completed. All you need to do is put this talisman under your pillow. When doing things between men and women, sincerely ask for a child, and you will definitely succeed!"

Mo Chuan donated several townhouse urns to families seeking children.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for the talisman. Thank you, Taoist Priest, for your hard work!"

Several villagers thanked him profusely.

Mo Chuan waved his hand and declined, saying he was tired, so he begged for an empty room and went to rest.

…

The night is shrouded, and the shadows of lamps are flickering.

Mo Chuan sat on a simple farmhouse couch. With a wave of his hand, a teapot fell on the table. Monk Dengcao jumped out with a smile on his face and bowed:

"Master Dao, did you call me?"

"Mother-in-law, you enjoy the incense of Pindao, but you can't live and eat in vain. It's your turn to take action tonight."

Monk Dengcao looked confused.

…

As night falls, the sun rises in the east.

Niujiagou villagers get up early and start the day's work.

However, the atmosphere in the village today is obviously a bit subtle.

The man's face is rosy and the woman's face is shy.

When meeting and greeting each other, there was inevitably a lot of teasing and joking.

If you ask carefully, it is:

Spring calls the cat. The cat calls Chun. The more he calls, the more energetic he becomes.

The old man also has a cat-like attitude and does not dare to bark in front of others. [Note 1]

When the villagers were joking, they couldn't help but ask about the young Taoist priest who opened the altar yesterday, and even looked for him if he had any good intentions.

When we arrived at our destination, we found out that the young Taoist priest had left as soon as it started to get dark.

After hearing this, I don't know how many people slapped their thighs in annoyance and did not ask for a child-seeking charm.

It should be noted that last night, I invited someone who asked for Zifu, and I really experienced what Wushan Yunyu means, and we go to the ultimate bliss together!

In fact, after half a month, more people regretted it.

Because the family was looking for a baby, every family was so happy that everyone was pregnant!

Even the leftover wife, who had been married for several years without giving birth to a child, became pregnant, and her joy spread throughout the village.

He even offered incense and prayed for the unknown young Taoist priest.

Of course, these are all things for later.

…

Let's say that after Mo Chuan left the village, he figured out the direction, climbed up and walked away quickly.

It wasn't that he was afraid that the monk's hair-washing incident would be revealed.

But when I sensed the half of the cymbal this morning, the position actually changed.

This made him suddenly anxious,

I'm afraid that the opportunity to get it will be gone.

However, although the art of boarding and copying is mysterious, it is not a way to replace walking. After all, traveling quickly is a waste.

After walking for a long time, they didn't go very far. Mo Chuan could only suppress his impatience and hurried on slowly, thinking that if he met another village or town, he would definitely find a horse to travel instead.

While I was thinking about it, a sound of blowing and beating came into my ears.

Looking along the sound, I saw on a country road that was about to merge into the main road, a festive and red send-off procession came over while playing and playing.

Mo Chuan looked at the joy and was about to approach him to ask for a few candies to feel happy.

Unexpectedly, after taking a few steps, when I saw the whole procession of sending off the bride, my face suddenly changed!

I saw this bride-bringing procession, as long as a dragon, with musicians playing in the front and helpers carrying dowries behind, winding for several miles and filled with huge streams of water.

It can be said: Thousands of acres of fertile land, ten miles of red makeup.

However, if you look closely, you can see the gleaming red lacquered boxes, tables, chairs and cabinets painted with gold, with a pole stretching forward and backward.

Where is the dowry?

It’s clearly a paper-tied artifact!

Looking back, sixteen men crossed the poles and carried a big red coffin, swaying from the country road.
To be continued...