"It's an old thing again......"

After reciting a Taoist scripture, Fang Yi had already woken up from his meditation, looked down at the string of small Vajra Bodhi in his hand, and sure enough, he found that the beads that were originally gray-white were obviously all crimson, and the small jagged teeth of the beads themselves had also become extremely smooth.

"A blessing should have fifteen to twenty years of years, what if the blessing continues?" A thought flashed through Fang Yi's mind, and now he was silently reciting the scriptures and walking Zhou Tian, the three fingers of his right hand kept twisting and rubbing the beads.

About an hour later, when Fang Yi opened his eyes and looked at the beads in his hand again, he found that the color of the beads was already faintly blackened, and the entire beads had shrunk a circle, but the outer layer of pulp was getting thicker and heavier, revealing a kind of vicissitudes of time.

"Well, let's do this for this string of beads......"

Fang Yi didn't continue, but picked up another string of small leaf red sandalwood, after all, this string of small King Kong was going to be given to Zhao Hongtao, if he gave it a hundred years to play, I am afraid it would be difficult to explain at that time.

"This time, I only chant the scriptures, don't walk the true qi, and see if there will be a blessing for the beads?" Fang Yi took the string of small leaves of red sandalwood in his hand and recited the Taoist scriptures in his mouth, but his eyes were open, and he wanted to see the changes in the beads with the most intuitive sight.

It's just that Fang Yi couldn't see it, when he chanted the scriptures, a trace of mental power flowed out along Fang Yi's sea of consciousness and swam in his body, even if he didn't walk Zhou Tian, those mental powers also passed from Fang Yi's hands into the beads.

The small leaf red sandalwood, which was originally a little red, slowly changed its color under the gaze of Fang Yi's eyes, first slightly blackened, and then the whole body turned black, and even the lines on it could not be seen clearly.

And every time Fang Yi's fingers rub it, the color of the beads will become softer and softer, and even the process of pulping can be reflected with the naked eye.

"Chanting plus holding the effect...... Fang Yi's eyes lit up, and he changed a string of beads in his hand, this time he wanted to try not chanting and only walking on the week, what kind of effect would it have on the beads?

One week later, Fang Yi looked at the beads in his hand, and he already knew a little in his heart, "It seems that my supernatural power should not have much to do with true qi, although it also has a little effect, but it is far less than the change of the beads by chanting the ......."

This time, although the beads in Fang Yi's hand have also changed a little, but only the beads themselves have become brighter, that is, the hanging porcelain that Zhao Hongtao said to Fang Yi, the beads as a whole have not changed, without the blessing of the mental power that appeared in Zhihai, the kind of magic power that can make the beads become the vicissitudes of time has not appeared.

"Are you looking for something else to try?" Putting down the beads in his hand, Fang Yi's eyes looked around the room, the room he lived in was very simple, the beds and everything were newly bought, except for a table, there was only one chair.

"Hmm, this paperweight can be ......" Fang Yi saw a paperweight on the table, he had some impression of this paperweight, as if it was brought up from the first floor on the day he made his own zuò talisman, it was a paperweight made of red acid branch material.

"This thing is a bit big, I don't know if it's okay?" Fang Yi walked out of bed and took the paperweight in his hand, and after returning to the bed, he sat cross-legged on his knees, placing the town between his legs, while his right hand rubbed lightly on the paperweight.

"It works, this paperweight is getting old......"

After reciting a Taoist scripture, Fang Yi found that the color of the red acid branch paperweight in his hand changed from red and black lines to black and red lines, and a layer of pulp appeared on it, and the whole paperweight became extremely beautiful.

"It seems that his supernatural power is not only useful for beads, but also for things that are slightly larger......" Fang Yi thought in his heart, but he didn't know what this supernatural power had besides speeding up the time of objects.

"I wonder if the blessings I have when I chant will change if they are applied to living creatures?"

Such a thought suddenly popped up in Fang Yi's mind, and he couldn't help but shudder a little in his heart, if the supernatural power of the passage of time could really be blessed on people, wouldn't it be able to make people grow old in a single thought?

"Heaven has the virtue of a good life, so he won't give himself such magical powers, right?"

This thought only flashed in Fang Yi's mind, and he ruled it out, and Fang Yi would definitely not try to do this, you must know that birth, old age, sickness and death are under the control of the legendary King of Yama, and it is against heaven to interfere with it, and he will be punished by heaven.

From ancient times to the present, as magicians who can spy on the heavens and change their lives, many of their actions are done under the permission of the heavens, because they understand the unpredictable truth and strict consequences of the heavens better than ordinary people.

"Let's try the dead......"

After Fang Yi dispelled that thought, he focused on the only chair in the room, but after half an hour, Fang Yi stopped chanting, because he found that his blessings did not work on this chair.

"Maybe it's because this chair is too big?" Fang Yi kept trying, thinking and analyzing, and in the blink of an eye, the sky outside was already glowing with light, and the night passed like this.

"The blessings of self-chanting can only be applied to objects that can be played with with both hands, and the time for blessings is about 10 to 20 years for each recitation of the Tao Sutra......

When he got up to refine his qi on the balcony on the third floor, Fang Yi's mind was still thinking, "There is a saying called the gilding of time, it can be seen that time can indeed increase the value of things that have been precipitated, so this kind of magical power of mine is called years!"

Fang Yi has read through various Taoist classics and read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, but in his memory, there seems to be no kind of supernatural power in the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, which is similar to the supernatural power that can make the years go by.

"No wonder the ancients were desperately cultivating their divine sense, wanting to make their divine consciousness strong and enter the deep depths of the sea of knowledge, it turns out that the sea of knowledge is really amazing......"

Thinking of the supernatural powers generated in his body after the car accident, Fang Yi's thoughts spread, and he could vaguely guess that the reason why he had supernatural powers must be related to the fact that his divine consciousness was sucked into the depths of the sea of knowledge, and in the gray mist in the depths of the sea of consciousness, he didn't know how many mysteries of the human body were hidden.

However, Fang Yi didn't know that the kind of magical power generated in his body had a great relationship with the Gabala that was damaged during the car accident and absorbed by his body.

That Gabala was made of the skull of a monk thousands of years ago, which contained the mental power that the monk had cultivated all his life, and it was the blessing of these mental powers that could ensure that Fang Yi's divine consciousness could come out safely after being sucked into the sea of consciousness, otherwise, Fang Yi would have become a living dead now.

Fang Yi also didn't know that in his current body, he not only had Taoist mana, but also Buddhism.

It's just that Fang Yi's current situation is in response to the sentence in the Book of Changes: the world has the same end but different paths, whether it is a Buddhist family becoming a Buddha or a Taoist becoming an immortal, the ultimate goal of his cultivation is to develop the magical treasures hidden in the human body, so that he has some extraordinary supernatural abilities.

When the first rays of light lit up on the edge of the sky, Fang Yi, who was standing on the pile, opened his mouth and inhaled, and a trace of Donglai purple qi that was not visible to the naked eye was absorbed into his body, even if the morning exercise was over, the cycle continued, Fang Yi had been cultivating for sixteen or seven years, and there was no break for a day.

Back on the second floor, the doors of the fat man and the third cannon were wide open, and the two of them slept like dead pigs, but what made Fang Yi speechless was that the two brothers put their mobile phones in the most conspicuous position at the head of the bed, obviously they slept in the middle of the night yesterday.

"You can't take out these strings of things......

Fang Yi came to the bedside of his room, looked at the strings of beads that had been blessed into old objects, and felt a little scratching his head, after taking out the strings that were to be given to Zhao Hongtao, Fang Yi found a bag for the other strings and put them up, and then hid them in his own box.

As for the paperweight made of red acid branches, it was taken downstairs by Fang Yi and stuffed into a bookcase for the four treasures of the study in the Manchu Army, anyway, it was not his own thing, and when the Manchu Army saw the fuss, it was none of his business.