one person is right

Chapter 19 Fake day trip, fire and water come

Chen Cuo was suddenly shocked!
The thoughts of the mind turn -

Chen Jiao, Zhi He, the old beggar!
"parking!"

Chen Hai stepped forward quickly and shouted: "You have an order, hurry up and stop!"

The bullock cart stopped.

Chen Cuo got out of the car and ran non-stop towards the place where the old beggar was, but when he got there, it was empty.

"What about people?"

How could Chen Cuo give up?Immediately, Chen Hai and a few servants were summoned, and they briefly described the appearance of the old beggar, and asked them to search the nearby streets.

Although Chen Hai and others were full of doubts, they were very good. The lord suddenly got out of the car to find an old beggar. What is this?But after a few days, Chen Cuo gradually became more majestic, and they did not dare to disobey, and still obeyed the order.

Chen Cuo didn't stop himself, identified an alley, rushed in, and ran all the way, no matter the fork or the house, he would take a look.

After a cup of tea, Chen Hai, who returned without success, joined the servants, found Chen Cuo, and reported the situation to him. Chen Cuo also found nothing.

"Xu is that the pressure from the evil ghost is so great that I'm too sensitive. I see an old beggar at random, the one with Chen Jiao Zhihe back then? How could there be such a coincidence! And here in Jiankang City , Beggars are not uncommon, and old beggars are not uncommon, it is nothing more than not much to see on both sides of Qingxi, how can I see one along the street, that is the master of the game? It is not a novel!"

With a sigh, he returned to the ox cart, but was a little unwilling in his heart.

"So many people went to look for him, but they couldn't find him. Something was wrong, right?"

He rubbed his forehead and sighed again and again.

"Hey, I put my hope in chance and savior, after all, I can't help myself. If I can get the method of the way of incense, this problem will be solved directly, but it's a pity. Judging from the performance of Zhou Daochang, even if there is, if I don't worship the door, I’m afraid it’s hard to get them, so I’d better find a temple to hide from, but I don’t know which one to choose, I don’t have much research on temples, and there are too many temples in this Southern Dynasty.”

Thinking about it, he glanced at the box beside him.

"Besides, there are medicinal pills and Mohe. If this Mohe can warn the evil spirits, it is really a good thing. You have to use it when you get home, so you don't have to dream of long nights..."

He couldn't help recalling the mask in Mengze, and then shook his head to dispel the distracting thoughts.

Chen Cuo was patient, and when he arrived at the Hou Mansion, he went straight to the study. He couldn't wait to put the ink crane in his bag first.

Taking out the kit given by Zhou Youzi, after opening it, Chen Cuo took out a note from it, unfolded the note, and couldn't help being stunned—

Just one sentence above.

"Drop blood on it, and those who are virtuous will live there, and they will be blessed by themselves."

Chen Cuo pondered.

"..."

Will it be too simple?

"Even some novels feel that identifying the master by blood is too child's play, very imprecise, and innovating in different ways. How come there is such a thing?"

He frowned and thought, turned the note over and over for a while, and finally lit the oil lamp and candle in broad daylight, and gestured a few times with the note.

"No hidden words, take a dip in water?"

Finally, he stopped and laughed.

"Under the heavy pressure of the evil ghost, I was a little anxious, and I was not in a hurry to soak it in water or burn it with fire. When the Taoist priest left, he gave me a tip, saying that it was the usage of Mo He, and there was no need to hide any mystery. In such an urgent moment, Not so much."

Thinking about it, he stretched out his finger and touched it repeatedly on the phrase "the virtuous dwell."

"These words are usually the rhetoric of masters when they seize treasures by force. When they are placed here, they should refer to merits. Otherwise, Daochang Zhou would not have emphasized people's expectations. Alas, it is this person's bad things! But if he said that, The so-called drop of blood may be only the first step, and what really works may be merit! So the usage is second, the precondition is the restriction, I have even brought out the evil ghost, how can it be enough to unlock the item?"

After thinking about this, Chen Cuo no longer hesitated, just rummaged through the study, but there was no sharp weapon, so he called the maid and asked her to bring a needle.

"Speaking of which, I didn't see Aster Ju much today..."

Taking the silver needle from the maid's hand, Chen Cuo's thoughts were fleeting, and then he carefully opened the wooden box and took out the black jade crane.

I hurriedly glanced at it before, but I couldn't see it clearly. I would hold it in my hand. Chen Cuo carefully observed it before and after, and couldn't help feeling that this thing was really a work of art. Axe chisel marks.

Not only that, but when he looked closely, Chen Cuo could even see fine lines on the surface, just like the surface of rough paper.

"This world is magical, maybe this thing is made of paper cranes into jade!"

He muttered, put down the ink crane, picked up the fine needle, took a deep breath, and stabbed a finger!
The note didn't say how much blood to use, but only said to use drops, so Chen Cuo pricked his fingers, smeared a drop of blood on the surface of Mohe, looked at the object, and waited quietly.

"Why is there no mutation, is there any activation?"

Chen Cuo muttered, thinking about whether to wipe a little more blood, suddenly his eyes flickered, followed by a burst of dizziness. This is invisible, but Chen Cuo can clearly sense it.

The ink crane vibrated slightly, making a crisp sound, and then flapped its wings and flew lightly, as if alive!
Chen Cuo was full of surprise, endured dizziness, looked at the delicate thing in front of him, and reached out to touch it.

In an instant, the dizziness subsided, the perception extended, and Chen Cuo's movements solidified. He felt that he had another pair of eyes on the ink crane, and he actually saw his own appearance!

The dizziness of the spatial dislocation occurred spontaneously, and he quickly closed his eyes.

As soon as the main body closed his eyes, Mo He's perspective became more prominent - like a low child, looking at an adult.

This adult closed his eyes and sat on the chair, it was Chen Cuo himself.

"Fun! Interesting!"

Chen was wrongly interested.

"It's like a drone!"

He gave Mo He an order to fly up.

Mo He really fluttered his wings and climbed up, but suddenly a burst of dizziness struck, Chen Cuo was full of exhaustion, and the fatigue was to the bone!
Vaguely, as if a string was suddenly pulled tight, it almost broke!

He secretly said that it was not good, the next moment, the perspective that extended to Mo He was pulled out!

Mo He swayed down.

Chen Cuo hurriedly opened his eyes, leaned forward, and hurriedly caught Mo He, for fear of breaking the baby.

Holding it in his hand, Chen Cuo breathed a sigh of relief, looked down, no perspective extension, but still felt a wonderful connection between himself and this little thing, he secretly said it was magical, and cherished it more and more.

"You have to keep it well, you can't break it, jade is fragile..."

Putting Mo He back together, Chen Cuo rubbed his forehead and lay down directly on the couch.

"I have experienced a lot today. There are too many factors, joys and sorrows, and ups and downs. I am really tired. It seems that it takes energy to control the ink crane. It is time to rest..."

Soon, he fell asleep...

As soon as he fell asleep, he fell into a dream.

Looking at the vast expanse of whiteness, Chen Cuo fell into thinking.

"Does this count as a break?"

Shaking his head and looking at the mask floating not far away, Chen Cuo gritted his teeth and withdrew his gaze.

After a few steps forward, he saw a pile of books again, and Chen Cuo paused.

"If I write another article, looking for a savior, a living Bodhisattva, can I also turn the truth into reality and let him fight with evil spirits? I'll take advantage of the fisherman?"

After thinking for a moment, Chen Cuo made a decision.

Do not continue to die.

You know, he originally wanted to do another chapter to consolidate his popularity, but now he has put out his thoughts. Before solving the evil ghost, it is best to stop the update first, who knows what will happen next time.

"I am doing this for the sake of the world, and I am reluctant to stop!"

With a firm will, Chen Cuo took another step forward.

"It's time to look at the medicinal herbs, Mo He can't be used in Mengze..."

Thinking of this, he was suddenly stunned.

"No! If you don't try it, how do you know it doesn't work?"

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Cuo immediately regained his energy, glanced left and right, and found a place to sit on the spot.

"You have to smash a bed or a chair in, so you don't have to sit on the floor in your dreams..." He muttered to Mo He and tried to contact him.

brush!
The thought fell, the perspective extended, and Chen Cuo's vision was displayed on Mo He again!
Not only that, but the fatigue is greatly reduced!
"It's done! It really works!"

He was overjoyed!
"This time, we have to control it well."

As soon as the thought moved, Chen Cuo woke up from the dream, got up, picked up the cover on Mo He, and went back to sleep.

"It's quite frustrating."

Chen Cuo sat down in Mengze again, recited Mo He silently, extended his perspective, issued an order, and actually controlled Mo He in his dream.

In the present world, Mo He swayed and flew up.

After circling the room for a while, he boldly controlled Mo He to fly out of the window.

As soon as he came out of the window, there was a gust of wind blowing, and Chen Cuo suddenly felt gloomy and cold, so he controlled Mo He to fly high into the sky, to cross the shadow of the wall and look for the sun.

As a result, as soon as they passed the wall, there was a scorching heat, followed by an icy cold, and the alternating hot and cold came suddenly!
The heat is fierce, and the cold is violent.

Chen Cuo's mind swayed suddenly, his body was hot, his body was cold, and his heart was shocked, and Mo He instinctively lowered his height.

As he went up and down, he flew a few more feet in the meantime, and just landed in the alley outside the mansion, swaying and unsteady, but the alley was shielded from light and wind, and the discomfort faded a lot.

"What's the matter, driving Mo He is so dangerous? Just now I almost fainted. If I hadn't been in a dream, I might have lost control, and Mo He would be smashed..."

Chen Cuo was thinking, but a figure appeared in Mo He's field of vision, which interrupted his thoughts——

That's an old beggar sitting cross-legged on a street corner!
(End of this chapter)