Chapter 80 Hysteria and epilepsy

Mo Chuan saw everyone looking at the old woman and knew that she was probably a goddess and Taoist nun who was very common in the countryside.

Or he might become a disciple of the Immortal Family.

She specializes in treating children's fright, exorcising evil spirits and collecting souls, opening Yin locks, reading Feng Shui... and other yin and yang practices.

"Pindao got lost in the mountains and got the advice from the old woodcutter. He passed by a treasure land. Fortunately, he learned a few tricks to cure evil spirits, so he might as well let Pindao try it first. If it doesn't work, it's not too late to use gold juice."

Mo Chuan paused and added: "No money will be charged."

The subtext of his words was - don't worry about Pindao stealing business, Pindao was just passing by and left as soon as he was done.

"Okay, okay, Taoist priest, try it quickly?"

"This kid is really evil and very powerful!"

The villagers holding down the mad boy quickly greeted him.

The village goddess glanced at Mo Chuan and said nothing.

When Mo Chuan saw this, he came closer - only to see the young man, his eyes filled with blood, whimpering and growling, like a subdued beast, struggling unwillingly.

If you look closely, you can faintly see the remnant soul of a wild boar, struggling inside the young man's body.

Already have the upper hand.

No wonder the young man behaves so crazily?

After Mo Chuan understood the details, he raised his hand and posted several Yuyi Talisman. [Chapter 27]

The talisman was placed on the upper body, and a panic-stricken light suddenly poured into the young man's body.

The wild boar's remnant soul shrieked as soon as the sun shone on it, and it was so frightened that it escaped from the young man's body.

Mo Chuan's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he shot out a ghost-terrifying weapon.

How can such a remnant soul of a wild beast be able to withstand the power of a ghost?

Suddenly it disappeared.

The boy who was struggling crazily trembled all over and then collapsed as soft as mud.

"Hey, you're not moving anymore?"

"Is this cured?"

The villagers who were holding the young man down looked surprised and uncertain when they saw this. After confirming that the young man was indeed no longer struggling, they slowly let go.

At this time, the young man lay on the ground panting, his eyes gradually returned to clarity, but his expression was a little dull and confused.

"Oh, Taoist priest is really good at magic!"

"Yeah yeah!"

The surrounding villagers were full of praise when they saw this.

"Thank you, Immortal, for saving your life. I, I kowtow to you."

A swarthy old man with a lingering fear on his face came over and muttered a few stupid words, and was so excited that he knelt down and kowtowed to express his gratitude.

"I can't do it! I can't do it! It's just a simple effort. Why should I do this great gift? Isn't it going to shorten the life of this poor man?"

Mo Chuan quickly supported the old man and did not let him kneel down.

A man who was bitten looked at Mo Chuan's face and spoke kindly, and quickly covered his purple arm and asked: "Taoist Master, I was bitten, is it a problem?"

“Not in the way, not in the way”

Mo Chuan waved his hand and looked at the young man lying on the ground with a serious face: "Brother, do you still remember where you went before?"

The young man looked at the familiar villagers around him with a confused expression. It wasn't until someone reminded him that he stammered:

"I...I haven't gone anywhere, I've been in the village."

"That's it!"

Mo Chuan nodded thoughtfully.

"What's going on, Taoist priest?" a villager asked curiously.

"It's crazy!"

"Ah? This..." The villager looked horrified: "...is there an evil spirit in the village?"

"Don't worry, that evil spirit has been killed by Pindao and will not do evil again."

"That's good, that's good!"

The villagers breathed a long sigh of relief after hearing this.

Mo Chuan glanced at the old woman, a trace of doubt flashing deep in his eyes.

Beasts and ghosts are not uncommon, after all, the base is there, and the canopy of the deep mountains and old forests also provides shelter.

It is rare to go into a village in broad daylight to practice magic tricks. This is very strange.

Thinking of this, while following the woodcutter back to look for firewood, he pretended to be casual and asked: "Old man, are there many cases of madness in the village?"

The woodcutter said: "It's not too much to say too much, and it's not too much to say too little. There will always be one or two times in three to five years."

Mo Chuan's heart sank when he heard this.

So regular?

Could it be that the Dragon King is selling umbrellas and there will never be a sunny day?!

Mo Chuan asked again: "Then what should I do if I encounter it?"

The woodcutter said: "What else can we do? Treat it with local methods. If the local methods fail, just ask the goddess. If that doesn't work... Hey, which village doesn't have a few lunatics traveling around the village these days?"

Mo Chuan's heart sank. After some insinuations, he found out that the old woman who spoke of "golden juice" before was none other than this famous goddess from all over the country.

This news made him think deeply and stopped asking further questions.

After finding firewood and entering the woodcutter's house, I found out that the woodcutter had three sons and two daughters, one of whom died young.

The remaining children have already married and started a business, and have moved out to live separately.

Now the woodcutter lives with his wife.

On weekdays, my daughter would bring me some food, and my life could not be said to be rich, but rather so-so.

However, this so-so was just a standard in the mountains. In Mo Chuan's view, the old couple lived in poverty. The so-called dinner was just a bowl of grain porridge without any vegetables.

Fortunately, Mo Chuan brought a rabbit to add a bit of luxury to the farmer's dinner.

It's just a bitter taste in the mouth of the old couple.

Rabbit meat is really too tough!

After dinner, Mo Chuan borrowed a woodshed and slept in his clothes.

When the night got darker, he waved his hand, and Dengcao monk appeared out of thin air. He bowed his head when he landed on the ground.

"Master Tao!"

"Go for it!"

Mo Chuan waved his hand. He had already told Monk Dengcao what to do in the sacrificial furnace.

Monk Dengcao bowed, quickly slipped through the crack in the door, and slipped out.

Mo Chuan had no intention of sleeping and simply practiced with his legs crossed.

As a result, he did not wait for Monk Dengcao to investigate, but instead waited for the knock on the door from the villagers.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Old Guo Tou, are you asleep??"

Mo Chuan stood up and opened the door. Two villagers were standing outside the door. When they saw Mo Chuan, they both looked surprised.

"Chief Immortal, please save my wife, she, she has been hit by evil spirits and is suffering from hysteria. She is already talking nonsense and no longer recognizes people!"

A villager wearing a rough turban and narrow sleeves said with a worried look on his face.

After some inquiring, I found out that he was a nearby villager.

It turned out that his wife had a fever yesterday afternoon and couldn't be cured by traditional methods, so she came to invite the goddess.

As a result, the goddess warned her in the middle of the night, but she still didn't see any improvement. Then she remembered the Taoist priest passing by in the village.

Only then did the two villagers come to invite him at Xingye.

While the two villagers were explaining each other, the woodcutter also walked out wearing a single coat.

After Mo Chuan heard this, he cupped his hands at the woodcutter and said:

"Old man, life is at stake. I'm going to go take a look now. Judging from the sky, I probably won't come back. I'd better lock the door and don't wait for me."

After saying that, he left with the two villagers.

The mountain road is rugged.
To be continued...