Chapter 93 The Miracle Created by Mosquito Coil
"What's this?"
For Zhang Moyu, mosquito coils were very unfamiliar. He had never seen them before, let alone understood them.
There was no such thing in the era he had lived in. In the horror world, the people around him were so focused on guarding against and dealing with ghosts that no one cared whether mosquitoes bit people or not.
Even during the two years he spent in modern society, he would either hide in the deep mountains and forests, and because of his insect repellent physique, he was not afraid of mosquitoes at all.
Or they are used to exorcise evil spirits and check feng shui for the dignitaries. Rich people don't light mosquito coils at home, but instead use high-end incense sticks made from various insect repellent herbs.
The closest Zhang Moyu had been to mosquito coils was probably during the time he was staying at Hei Xia Zi's house, but Hei Xia Zi...
As we all know, black bears always save money if they can, and don't give it away if they can't.
So he planted mint, mugwort, perilla and other plants with insect repellent effects in front of and behind his house, and added a powerful insect repellent weapon - Zhang Qiling!
This is much more effective than mosquito coils. No mosquitoes are willing to visit his courtyard. There are not even spiders or woodlice in his yard. In summer, it becomes a paradise for plants.
"This... is of course mosquito coils."
Fatty Wang didn't quite understand why he asked that, and replied as a matter of course.
"Ordinary people use it to smoke mosquitoes."
Xie Yuchen added some explanation, and Zhang Moyu understood it this time. He said that the fragrance smelled familiar.
Fatty Wang suddenly remembered that Zhang Qiling had said that Zhang Moyu was an elder of his clan. Well... their whole family was immune to all poisons and avoided by all insects. They might have never used mosquito coils.
"Let's not talk about that for now, Master Mo, is this incense good? Give me a definite answer."
Fatty Wang looked at him eagerly. Zhang Moyu nodded at him and said something.
"Actually, any kind of incense can be used the same way. Break it into three pieces for me."
The mosquito coil was snapped violently, and the whole plate was broken into pieces. Fatty Wang picked out three longer pieces and handed them over.
Zhang Moyu looked at the three mosquito coils, two short and one long, and fell into a brief silence.
this……
Do you know that people should avoid three long and two short things, and incense should avoid two short and one long things?
Even if this isn't a completely weird world like the horror world, it still has some metaphysics involved. Don't you believe in it a little?
After breaking off the longest one a little bit, Zhang Moyu put the three mosquito coils together and lit them with the lighter in Jie Yuchen's hand.
Then he held three incense sticks in front of him and bowed towards the misty forest below the mountain.
Xie Yuchen and Wang Pangzi saw that the clouds and mist at the foot of the mountain quickly faded and dispersed into the distance as if at double speed. At the same time, their eyes widened, and the remaining broken mosquito coils in Wang Pangzi's hand fell to the ground.
Even the guys who had just gotten out of the car to rest and were about to set up the pot to cook saw this scene and ran to the side of the road to join in the fun. Everyone had a look of shock on their face.
"This is a fucking miracle..."
Fatty Wang sighed with great emotion, and Xie Yuchen nodded in agreement.
"It's not a miracle. It's just that the ghosts and monsters in the mountains couldn't stand my worship and retreated on their own."
Zhang Moyu had anticipated this scene and remained very calm.
He used the small dagger in his pocket to dig some soil from the roadside and piled a small pile of it in the middle of the road. He then placed the burning incense sticks in a horizontal line facing the road they came from and stuck them into the ground one by one.
Then he pricked his index finger with a blood-drawing needle and brought the tiny blood drop on the needle tip next to the burning mosquito coil.
"Hiss~, what's this for? Is this just like what's written in the novels? Is this some kind of spell specifically designed to find people?"
Fatty Wang made a reasonable guess based on what he had just seen and heard, as well as his own experience.
Xie Yuchen waved to his subordinates who were watching the fun, signaling them to do what they should do, and then squatted beside Zhang Moyu, ready to accumulate some more useless knowledge.
"Novels are all made-up nonsense. They can only be read for temporary pleasure and should not be confused with reality..."
Zhang Moyu habitually lectured Fatty Wang, but then he remembered that this was not his own child and it was not his turn to worry about him, so he swallowed the rest of his words and gave a brief explanation.
"This incense is inserted horizontally in the middle of the road to block the way. The fragrance of the incense can be smelled by all living things on this road, whether they are humans, ghosts or other things.
The earliest saying is that when the King of Ghosts travels, the little ghosts light incense. This means that when the Lord of Hell comes to the human world for inspection, his pathfinder ghosts will light incense along the road they are walking on, signaling other things that the Lord of Hell is on his way, and that living people should stay away and ghosts should give way.
Having said that, Zhang Moyu also glanced at Jie Yuchen. With this person who was suspected to be the reincarnation of Yin Jun around, they now surprisingly fit this statement.
"I'm doing this now because I want to take advantage of the unlimited spread of the road-blocking incense to carry the scent of Qilin blood further. Then the clan leader can use this scent to find us and join us."
When Zhang Moyu first called him "clan leader", Fatty Wang and Jie Yuchen were stunned for a second, and then they remembered that the clan leader he was talking about was Zhang Qiling.
"Master Mo, we're not used to you calling me little brother like that."
Fatty Wang muttered something, feeling that something was strange.
Wuxie called Zhang Moyu "Brother Mo", and the little brother only mentioned that he was an elder in the clan, and he didn't know the specific name. He called Zhang Moyu "Master Mo", and Zhang Moyu called the little brother "Clan Leader"...
Is there something wrong with the way they address him? Why does he feel like he is a generation shorter than Wuxie for no reason?
After struggling silently for a while, Fatty Wang finally felt that there was nothing wrong with his respectful yet affectionate way of addressing someone, and that it was Wuxie who was being disrespectful and calling him by name.
When Wuxie comes back, he must find time to talk to Wuxie about this.
Wuxie, who was being thought of by Fatty Wang, suddenly sneezed loudly, sniffed hard, and suddenly felt a faint fragrance coming in from the air-conditioning vents of the car.
"Hey? Brother, do you smell any fragrance?"
Wuxie took two more deep breaths and felt that the smell was becoming more and more familiar, but it was too familiar, so he couldn't remember what it was for a moment.
Hei Xiazi put his head close to the middle of the front driver's seat, closed his eyes and sniffed carefully twice, then spoke in a strange tone.
"Why does this smell a bit like mosquito coils? Or is it that low-quality, low-quality incense bought from the Fourth Street grocery store..."
Hei Xia Zi was deeply impressed by the shop of the old man who was calculating and shrewd, and who dealt in both black and white, so he also remembered the smell of mosquitoes wafting from his shop.
The old man's shop has all kinds of things, from ordinary needles and thread, dishes and lighters to swords, guns and aphrodisiacs that are strictly prohibited from sale by the government. Basically, he can get anything you want to buy, but the prices are really outrageous!
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