Daoist Art: Ascending Copy

In their mental communion, Mo Chuan only knew that the Sacrificial Dao Furnace could intercept unclaimed incense offerings!

However, in practical experience, Mo Chuan discovered that the Sacrificial Dao Furnace's functions extended far beyond that.

Or rather, from the single function of intercepting unclaimed incense offerings, various miraculous uses could be derived.

For example, when using incense offerings as a mirror, one could investigate the minute details surrounding the incense.

Since he couldn't discern the background of the Zhang Manor's main wife at the moment, why not use the mirror of incense offerings to observe carefully?

Whether it was Mo Chuan's innate aura of likability, or the Zhang family elder's desperate attempt to grasp at any straw.

In any case, facing Mo Chuan's request, the Zhang family elder readily agreed.

Recently, the Zhang Manor had prepared all sorts of ritualistic artifacts and materials for warding off evil. They had even raised several donkeys and black dogs, ready to extract their hooves and blood at any moment.

Three sticks of incense were naturally no trouble at all.

Soon, a house servant brought the incense.

The Zhang family elder knelt tremblingly before the door, offering incense and praying to the ancestral master, Daoist Master Mingchen.

This scene caused the two Shamans standing nearby to exchange bewildered glances.

'It worked!'

Mo Chuan felt a faint trace of incense offering coming from the Sacrificial Dao Furnace, filled with surprise and a touch of astonishment.

He had witnessed personal incense offerings before.

For instance, Li Guanqi's wife, though her incense offering was weak, was exceptionally resilient, far surpassing the Zhang family elder's by a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

'It seems the Sacrificial Dao Furnace intercepts unclaimed incense offerings based on their quality!'

'No, to be precise, only pure incense offering willpower can activate the Sacrificial Dao Furnace's interception threshold!'

Mo Chuan's thoughts flashed, and his gaze immediately fell into the incense offerings. Using them as a mirror, he observed the person offering incense and the surrounding environment.

When his gaze landed on the main wife, his expression immediately became peculiar.

He actually saw a bald monk, nine inches long, at the main wife's vital point, engaging with the wife...

"Damn it!"

A national curse escaped his lips.

"Daoist Master..."

The Zhang family elder looked over blankly, completely unaware that his wife was already being overrun.

"Cough, cough, this humble Daoist has already discovered the malevolent spirit!" Mo Chuan said with some sympathy.

"R-really?" The Zhang family elder was overjoyed.

Mo Chuan stepped into the room and sternly shouted, "Hey, you bald donkey, come out! If you don't show yourself, don't blame this Daoist for summoning the Golden Crow's fierce fire to boil you into mud!"

As he spoke, Mo Chuan raised his right hand, and a wisp of sunlight emerged faintly from his palm.

The main wife's body trembled, and the little monk fell to the ground, bowing his head.

"Daoist Master, spare me! Daoist Master, spare me!"

Its true form was a drop of lamp oil, most fearful of pure, yang energy. Seeing Mo Chuan's sunlight, it was as terrified as a mouse seeing a cat.

"Filthy thing, jump in yourself!"

Mo Chuan pointed at the nearby teapot.

The monk, filled with terror and knowing it was powerless to resist, quickly jumped into the teapot.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan picked up the teapot lid with disgust and covered it.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had some doubts to verify, he would have already slain this filthy creature with a sword.

"Daoist Master, this, this is..."

The Zhang family elder, standing at the doorway, was already dumbfounded.

Only after the little figure entered the teapot did he dare to speak.

"Don't worry, it's just a spirit monster with some cultivation. It has now been subdued by this humble Daoist. The madam only needs to recuperate."

Mo Chuan said with considerable sympathy.

"That's good! That's good!"

The Zhang family elder was overjoyed. Looking at his wife, he saw that she was no longer panting and had even fallen into a peaceful sleep.

"The disaster has been resolved. This humble Daoist shall take his leave now!"

Mo Chuan cupped his hands and turned to leave.

"Wait!"

The Zhang family elder quickly called out:

"How can Daoist Master solve Zhang's troubles and leave without even drinking a cup of tea? If this gets out, people will say Zhang is ill-mannered! Daoist Master, why not stay for a meal? Zhang can then host his family to express their gratitude."

Mo Chuan replied with a meaningful tone, "As the sun sets in the west, this humble Daoist will be staying at the Gathering Virtues Tower for the night. If Master Zhang is inclined, he may send someone to settle my room charges."

With that, he strode away.

Master Zhang's old face flushed with embarrassment upon hearing this.

If he truly cared about his reputation, wouldn't giving gold and silver be a hundred times better than insisting on a meal?

The so-called invitation to dine was merely because he was worried that Mo Chuan's method was only a temporary fix, and he wanted to observe further.

After Mo Chuan left, he went straight to the Gathering Virtues Tower and booked a superior room.

After checking his surroundings to ensure no one was eavesdropping, he placed the teapot on the table and said, "Come out!"

The teapot trembled, and the nine-inch-tall little monk emerged, landing on the table. He bowed respectfully and said, "This humble monk greets the Daoist Master."

Mo Chuan asked, "Tell me about your origins!"

The little monk quickly replied, "Yes, Daoist Master. This humble monk was originally a lamp wick grass, born and raised by nature. I don't know when someone plucked me and made me into a candle. When the fire burned all around me, I was desperate to survive, squeezed myself into a drop of oil, and jumped out, becoming what I am now."

Mo Chuan inquired, "So you're a plant spirit! If that's the case, why did you engage in such defiled acts?"

The little monk said, "Daoist Master, please see clearly. This is the Water Jade Flowing Pearl, the Yin Cauldron and Yang Furnace, a dual cultivation method."

Mo Chuan said with a half-smile, "You have quite the nerve to try and trick me with your words?"

The little monk's face was filled with terror, and he kowtowed profusely. "This humble monk dares not. Daoist Master, you misunderstand. It was the wives of Master Zhang who were lonely in their chambers and lamented under the lamplight. Only then did this humble monk dare to appear and engage in dual cultivation with them!"

Mo Chuan scoffed, "Sophistry! You are a demon, and she is a human. This is a dual cultivation method? This is clearly absorbing Yin to supplement Yang! Tell me, where did you hear of the Yin Cauldron and Yang Furnace?"

The little monk replied, "In Master Zhang's study."

Mo Chuan was greatly surprised. "Master Zhang?"

"Daoist Master, this humble monk would never dare to speak falsely and deceive you! Master Zhang is forty-eight years old but has taken seven wives. His vital energy has declined, so he is extremely obsessed with dual cultivation methods. He has collected many books in his study, and this humble monk learned this cultivation method after reading those books."

"Is that so? When the Half-Immortal Great God subdued demons and eliminated evil, you not only didn't avoid it but became even more unrestrained. Could mortal bedroom arts have such an effect?"

As he spoke, Mo Chuan's eyes glowed, and sunlight pulsed unceasingly.

"Daoist Master, please believe me, that, that is indeed the bedroom arts recorded in the study! However, in the interlayer of a book, this humble monk found a Daoist art called Ascending Copy!"

"Oh? Recite it for me. Don't play any tricks. If this Daoist Master discovers anything, I'll immediately boil you down for lamp oil!"

"Yes! Daoist Master!"

The little monk was terrified and quickly recited the Daoist art.

Mo Chuan's heart trembled violently after listening.

[Ascending Copy]

—The meaning of ascension, the root of replication.

That is, this art can amplify a certain characteristic of an event.

For example, it can make flames burn brighter.

He hadn't expected this little monk to use it on the lustful desires of women. No wonder Master Zhang's wives experienced pleasure bordering on pain.

"Are the papers that recorded this Daoist art still there?"

Mo Chuan asked calmly.

"Yes, Daoist Master. This humble monk will fetch them for you right away!"

"Tell me the location, and I'll retrieve it myself!"

"Yes, Daoist Master."

The little monk dared not conceal anything and explained the location in detail.

After listening, Mo Chuan gestured towards the teapot with his chin. "Go back."

"Yes, Daoist Master."

The little monk felt bitter in his heart but dared not show it. He could only respectfully turn and burrow back into the teapot.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan immediately threw the teapot back into the Sacrificial Dao Furnace.

—He had already tested it. The Sacrificial Dao Furnace could contain living beings, so it was naturally harmless to contain the lamp wick monk.

Having done all this, he got up and left.

Not long after, in a secluded alley, he found an old beggar and paid him half a string of cash to run an errand. He had the beggar retrieve a piece of paper, as thin as a cicada's wing, from beneath an abandoned Earth God Temple.

"It's exactly the same!"

"This filthy creature shouldn't have the ability to fake it. If it truly had such meticulous thought, it wouldn't have engaged in such defiled acts in broad daylight!"

"However..."

Mo Chuan's thoughts shifted, and a new idea surfaced in his mind.

[The origins of this little monk will not be introduced. Hong Kong films have depicted it, and it is one of the ten forbidden books of ancient times. This book has made secondary adaptations, so please do not question it.]