Chapter 85 A ladle of well water

"Taoist Master, that's the well over there."

The villagers are honest people. When they see Mo Chuan asking for water, they always point to the well at the village water.

"Thank you very much."

Mo Chuan thanked him with his hand and followed the instructions and walked closer. He saw a well lined with bluestones and some bluestones scattered around it.

Even in the middle of summer, the ground is still wet and not yet dry, and you can still vaguely see the peel and seeds of the broken leaves and melons.

Thinking about it, it should be the place where the whole village cleanses.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan rolled up his sleeves, shook the windlass, and filled a bucket of well water. He picked up the melon gourd hanging next to him, scooped out a gourd, and drank a lot, feeling so relieved that his whole body shivered.

"Taoist Priest, where are you coming from? Where are you going?"

An old man enjoying the cold asked curiously.

"Come from outside the mountains and go into the mountains to collect herbs."

Mo Chuan approached to chat, sat down on the polished bluestone and said, "It seems that the past two days have not been peaceful in the mountains?"

"Well, what did the Taoist priest say?" The old man looked surprised.

"Pindao passed by a village yesterday. A half-year-old baby suddenly went crazy. More than a dozen adults almost couldn't hold him down! Some people's arms were bitten until they were swollen like thighs! In the middle of the night, in a nearby village, another person suffered from hysteria. He said

Just tell me what you said after a night of nonsense, how could things be such a coincidence?"

Mo Chuanruo said something thoughtful.

In fact, don't tell me, this is just a coincidence.

Think carefully about the time of the two cases. Wasn't it the time when the one-eyed monster called him?

So Mo Chuan thought that the one-eyed monster should have disturbed the remnant souls, causing them to flee in broad daylight and collide with people.

"Hey, is there such a thing? I haven't heard of it yet!"

The old men looked at each other, it was obvious that communication in the countryside was inconvenient, news was blocked, and the matter had not yet spread.

"Taoist Priest, what happened next?" the old man asked curiously.

The other old people also looked over with curious faces.

——The countryside is barren in entertainment, and these supernatural tales can always arouse people's endless interest.

When Mo Chuan saw this, he was about to describe it, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bald monk approaching.

If you look carefully, you will see that this great monk is about thirty years old. He has dark skin, a strong appearance, and a very kind and honest face!

"Amitabha, a poor monk came from Dayuanji Temple and went into the mountains to collect herbs under the orders of the master. The mountains are high and the roads are far away. I am very thirsty. Could you please go out and ask for a bowl of water?"

The great monk approached, put his hands together, and asked politely.

Are you here to collect medicine too? When Mo Chuan heard this, he immediately looked over with strange eyes.

Coincidentally, the great monk also looked at him, seeming to be quite curious about where the Taoist priest here came from?

"Master, the well is right there!"

The old man and the old woman quickly gave instructions.

After the interruption from Monk Guangyin, the topic that Mo Chuan finally brought up was finally interrupted.

The great monk drank enough water, walked over, clasped his hands to Mo Chuan and said:

"Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk Dayuanji Yinguang, my Taoist friend looked at me with a strange face. May I ask which sect he is a disciple of?"

Mo Chuan stood up and held his hands:

"I am a poor Taoist, I have no school or sect, I am just a wandering Taoist priest."

The great monk breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. He casually exchanged a few pleasantries, then sat on the bluestone and rested his feet.

"Taoist Priest, what happened next? What happened to the epileptic baby and the hysterical woman?"

The old man at the entrance of the village was still thinking about the affairs of the neighboring village. Seeing that Mo Chuan did not mention it, he quickly asked more questions.

Mo Chuan smiled and vaguely mentioned the ending. He didn't say anything about his own affairs. He just said that he heard about it while passing by.

Everyone sighed after hearing this.

"Hey, speaking of which, is there anything strange happening in Wabeizhuang?" Mo Chuan asked.

"Speaking of strange things, this poor monk knows one thing."

No, the great monk who had been silent until now suddenly interjected.

"oh?"

Mo Chuan became interested.

…

But he said that in a place called Nanton County, there was a farmer named Zhang Zhu.

One day, he finished eating a plum and was about to throw away the plum core. He happened to see a moth-eaten mulberry tree in front of his house with soil in it. By some strange coincidence, he planted the plum core in it.

Not long after, he went on a long trip.

Unexpectedly, the plum core sprouted from the ground and grew into a tree. When the villagers saw the plum tree growing out of the mulberry tree, they were amazed and called it a plum tree.

One day, a man suffering from eye disease passed by and sat under a plum tree to rest. His eyes hurt badly. He remembered the legend of the plum tree that became a spirit, so he tried to save his life and said: Lord plum tree, if you can cure my eyes,

I will sacrifice a pig to worship you.

Little did they know that the eye pain was a minor illness and it healed on its own in a short time.

However, this man thought it was the Lord Li Shu who was blessing him, so he immediately fulfilled his wish and Shang Xiang sacrificed a pig.

After this, the matter spread more and more evil, so that hundreds of chariots and horses often came to offer sacrifices.

Until Zhang Zhu came back and saw this scene, he was surprised and said: What the plum tree god is, isn't it the plum core I planted?

After saying that, he immediately chopped down the plum tree with an axe.

…

After saying that, the great monk looked at the old man and woman in the village with deep meaning and said:

"Look at this, it's really interesting. It's just a matter of insect infestation, but due to a strange combination of circumstances, it attracted the people to worship, and I don't know how many sacrifices were wasted. It is really like a dog barking, and the barking of many dogs is what everyone says."

The old people at the entrance of the village looked at each other.

Many people subconsciously looked up at the willow trees above their heads, showing suspicion.

Could it be...that it was really moth-eaten?

"Hahaha, interesting, interesting!"

Mo Chuan slapped his legs and laughed. This laughter made the old man in the village look even weirder.

"Speaking of how trees can become spirits, Pindao has also heard an interesting story."

…

It is said that there is a locust tree growing in a place called Suiyang Township.

The growth of this acanthus tree is truly unique.

The branches that grew out became more and more like human shapes.

There is a saying in "Yi Zhuan": When the king's virtue declines and his servants rise, there will be trees born like human beings.

What does it mean?

This means that when the virtue of princes declines, despicable people will rise up and compete in the Central Plains, just like the despicable grass and trees will grow into adults. This is a great omen!

The royal family was furious after hearing the news and sent people to investigate.

Guess what happened?

It turns out that someone wanted to rebel, and they made man-made prophecies and used the mold to stick on the branches. Not to mention the human form, even jackals, tigers and leopards can grow it.

…

When Mo Chuan said this, the great monk laughed: "Amitabha, my fellow Taoist, this is a wonderful statement! There are no gods and envoys, they are just deliberate people fooling the people!"

The old man at the entrance of the village looked increasingly sad.

Mo Chuan said with a smile: "The emperor thought so too, and immediately sent people to cut down the acanthus tree. Unexpectedly, when the ax fell down, the tree shed scarlet blood. Not long after, the emperor died suddenly!"

The smile on the great monk's face suddenly solidified.

The old men and women who were restless at the entrance of the village suddenly looked at each other and asked quickly:

"Oh, Taoist Priest, what is going on?"

"I don't know much about it. I just feel that there are so many inexplicable things in this world. How can I understand a little bit and generalize them? People, it's better to have a little awe."

The old people didn't know the deeper meaning, they just wanted to know the answer, and asked again: "Is it possible that the Aochi tree is really a god?"

"Whether it's a demon or a god, it doesn't harm anyone, it doesn't harm anyone, it doesn't matter if it's a demon or a god, it doesn't matter if it's a demon or a god."

Mo Chuan stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for the hospitality, I will say goodbye!"

After saying that, he walked away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I left the village and walked more than a hundred steps, I suddenly heard a call from behind me.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

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