"...I would like to write a letter on my ruler, and I will appeal to the heavens. Looking down at the mercy of heaven, I will bow down and listen!"

Mo Chuan was walking on a country road when he suddenly heard the murmur of incense.

The voice that was very different from Chen's, Fuluan, Tianbao, Yunji... and the billowing incense made him feel happy.

Using the incense as a mirror, his expression suddenly solidified.

He was too familiar with the mirror world.

He sat there all night and talked about Taoism all night, and gained a lot.

Unexpectedly, he would intercept the incense here one day.

No!

He did not intercept the incense.

This is a spontaneous sacrifice organized by Shoushan townspeople.

They even canonized him as:

——Shoushan Leijun!

Lei Jun?

Could it be that the cymbals of an eagle striking a cliff alarmed the townspeople?

Mo Chuan's thoughts were like lightning, and he figured out the cause and effect in an instant.

Later, he saw Shi Gong's lamentation, "There are gold belts for killing people and setting fires, but there are no corpses for repairing bridges and repairing roads." He felt sad when he heard it.

"It's nature that plays tricks on people!"

Mo Chuan stopped and subconsciously wanted to turn back to Shoushan. As soon as his steps moved, he stopped abruptly.

What can I do if I go back now?

The townspeople worshiped the Thunder King of Shoushan Mountain, and even if he tried to persuade them by appearing as a sage, it would only be counterproductive.

I'm afraid that when Mr. Shi sees this, he will be so angry that he vomits blood and dies.

Even if it appeases, false words are ultimately not as good as the benefits gained.

Give away the incense?

He can do it for a while, but how can he do it for a lifetime?

Even for the rest of my life, I am afraid of fighting for rice to support kindness and shouldering rice to support hatred!

It’s difficult!

Mo Chuan shook his head, his face uncertain.

The incense that swarms in is also considering the weirdness of people's hearts.

Think about it from another perspective:

Shoushan townspeople, non-stone public and private property.

On the contrary, Shi Gong was born between heaven and earth because of the prophecies of the townspeople.

For more than thirty years, the wind and rain have not been able to protect the town's mountain craftsmen. If they are replaced, it will be a failure of virtue and there will be disaster.

Furthermore, the man-made disaster in Shoushan was caused by Ta Mochuan. Although Shi Gong lent flowers to the Buddha to point out the location of the strange fruit, and also gave him a luminous mother stone, Mo Chuan also gave the strange fruit in return. It can be said that the two are not indebted to each other.

Now I have earned the favor of heaven and earth by chance, what's wrong with that?

I pity him for losing all his incense, but who will pity the stubborn rocks and weeds on the roadside, which have no chance at all?

The three brothers of the Chai family are extremely tough.

But if he possesses the roe deer, it may not be impossible to drive it away.

The vicious bites of wild beasts in barren mountains cannot kill people, but they can also cause diseases and ulcers in the human body, leading to minor illnesses and serious illnesses, and ultimately death.

But he didn't do it.

Mo Chuan knew what he was afraid of?

After all, he is a tough stone, and his soul is extremely fragile. If the roe deer is killed to death, he may also be in danger.

People always want to find a perfect solution, but they don't know that time waits for no one, so we only seize the day.

All living beings suffer, and we can only overcome it by ourselves.

With his thoughts at this point, Mo Chuan seemed to have been relieved of a huge burden.

But he always felt a little uncomfortable.

As a stranger in a foreign land, a master at key points and a saint of spewing magic, if you ask him to find reasons, he can find countless different reasons.

Just like how he cut down the path of Wangsheng.

After all, it's all selfish.

"If you want to have a clear conscience, it's actually quite simple. I have a one-year appointment with Mr. Shi, and I will go see him again after one year."

"If you look at him indifferently and understand it clearly, and your temperament is compatible, what's the harm in giving him a fortune?"

"If you are obsessed with the injustice of heaven, it is just a stubborn stone, and it will return to dust and dust to dust!"

"I don't owe him anything, so why should I be blocked by a stubborn rock?"

After thinking about it, Mo Chuan's chest suddenly became enlightened, his nose moved slightly, and he took all the Shoushan incense into his body!

"Buzz!"

At the right time, a strange movement connected with the fetal heart on the ground, and Mo Chuan suddenly raised his head and looked at Shoushan.

Faintly, he seemed to see a severed earth dragon, panting among the shallows, struggling for life.

In that vast and desperate situation, cut off the earth's energy, plant a glimmer of life, cultivate a tree, and bear three or five fruits, and catch the vast opportunities.

Fragments, cliffs, strange fruits, incense, Shoushan Lei Lord...

"It turns out that this opportunity was given by the earth's veins."

Mo Chuan murmured to himself under the influence.

He realized that as he continued to inhale this incense, he would gradually strengthen his connection with Shoushan, and would eventually become the lost dragon head of Shoushan.

This is the mystery of the birth of the earth, and it is also the recognition of the master of the Shoushan Mountain lineage. It is also the humane recognition of the Shoushan town people’s prophecy and canonization.

With the blessing of the three, he may become the Thunder King of Shoushan Mountain within three to five years!

Become the mountain god of that area.

Thinking of this, Mo Chuan felt in a trance.

Heaven, how can you be so lucky to me?

I just hope that there is still some energy left in the Shoushan Mountains.

…

…

"The last chapter said that in Qingshui County at that time, there were fox spirits in the mountains, and there were headless ghosts wandering around in the city causing trouble. It was true that we were in rough waters without even realizing it."

"... Let's talk about Yan Zhen, after he surrendered the fox spirit, he was invited by the county captain to investigate the matter of the county magistrate's death!"

"..."

"Under the hanging mirror in the empty hall, Ling Xiaozi, a fairy boy from Fuluan Temple, bluntly said that the headless ghost had been killed by the ancestor. Everyone did not believe it. The East family chattered and the West family encouraged it. Even the Clay Bodhisattva was angry!"

"Master Fuluan Temple then asked the fairy boy to invite the immortal to surrender! If you readers ask what it means to invite the immortal to surrender, you have to go through a lot of twists and turns..."

In the Yuelai Teahouse in Qingshui County, the storyteller’s words were so cadenced, so wonderful!

But when he got to the point of excitement, he stopped abruptly and looked around.

The listener was so angry that he slapped the table.

Experienced listeners, who heard the music and understood the elegant meaning, rewarded it with copper coins, crackling and raining down copper coins.

Among them, there was even a middle-aged unruly Taoist priest who actually threw a piece of broken silver, causing the storyteller to bow to him repeatedly.

After drinking fragrant tea, moistening his mouth and tongue, and explaining concisely and concisely the request for immortals to come to the altar, the storyteller flicked his paper fan and began to speak eloquently again.

"...but it is said that after the fairy boy Lingxiao asked the immortal to come down to the altar, the first person he blamed was Fuluan Temple Master. He bluntly stated the way to save the world and save people. Isn't it just a street show?"

"Someone said again in the hall that this is a ventriloquist!"

"Unexpectedly, when the fairy boy heard this, he actually pulled out a fairy sword from the air. Before the fairy sword came out, he heard the roar of dragons and tigers..."

When the storyteller said this, the whole hall fell silent.

Although many people have heard this story that originated in Qingshui, the same story is completely different when told by different people.

For a moment, I fell into a trance, wishing that I was the fairy boy Fuluan, drawing the fairy sword and killing stubborn fools.

The heroic Taoist priest in the teahouse closed his eyes and listened carefully. He shook his head when he heard the wonderful words, as if he didn't know the exaggeration of the words.

I don't know how long it took, but the storyteller finally finished telling "Fu Luan invites immortals to treat stubborn fools, and the old way of spreading truth heals people's hearts." This time, his eyes were subconsciously looking for the rich man who gave the reward?
To be continued...