The snake spirit has to be refined when he enters the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners, and he can't do it with mana now, and he has to pretend to draw talismans for a while.

Although it was a simple exorcism talisman, it added up to a few hundred and enough for him to be busy.

This sitting is at dawn, and Shang Biao's great **** strength has recovered most of it, as long as he doesn't fight, it's enough.

"Dao Chief, you're awake! There are no good things in the countryside, and you don't want to dislike these coarse teas and light meals. ”

The old man who took the lead yesterday seemed to have not slept all night, waiting at the door, seeing Shang Biao open his eyes, holding a bowl of rice porridge, two coarse grain cakes, and a few dew-stained cucumbers to Shang Biao.

"You're welcome, just cultivate the natural food and drink dew. I don't know what you call it? ”

"The old man's surname is Wan, and he is the Zheng in Sanshui Village, just call me Lao Wan, the Taoist chief."

"Well, are the cinnabar and yellow table paper ready?"

Shang Biao patted the dust on his body, got up and asked.

"There is yellow table paper, but the cinnabar will not be found for a while, and we can't go out like this now, so we have asked the master to go to Xiangyang City to buy it."

As soon as Lao Wan finished speaking, Yuantong's voice sounded at the door.

"The cinnabar has also been bought, just waiting for Brother Shi Nandao to draw the talisman."

"Master, you left an hour ago, and you're back so soon?"

Lao Wan was startled by Yuantong's voice and asked in surprise.

Yuantong smiled and didn't explain, but Shang Biao understood in his heart.

The monk's message clearly records a rare Buddhist magic power-Shenzu Tong, it is estimated that he saved people's hearts, and directly used this magic power, and within an hour, he made a round trip to Xiangyang.

Divine powers are different from Taoism, which consumes a person's soul power, but this monk is a genuine compassionate person.

Shang Biao saw that even the table outside the door was set up, so he didn't say anything, took out the talisman pen, and drew them one by one.

After drawing hundreds of exorcism talismans, Shang Biao personally helped the villagers activate them.

The talisman was not useless, and after expelling some of the demonic energy, these villagers could at least walk on two legs, instead of dragging their bodies and crawling.

"Aren't you going to leave?"

After Shang Biao helped the last villager activate the talisman, he asked Yuantong on the side.

You can't kill it, this eye-catching monk is here, and many things are inconvenient to do.

"Amitabha, the little monk was going to go back to the temple to continue worshiping the Buddha, but he really couldn't rest assured that these villagers were going to wait."

Yuantong's face was slightly red, and he was a little embarrassed to reply.

Hmph, what monks don't lie, this monk also comes with his mouth open when he lies. What is not worried about the villagers, I am afraid that they are not at ease with themselves. Shang Biao glanced at Yuantong and did not debunk it.

"Oh, in that case, if the poor Taoist wants to preach here, fellow Taoists can also listen to it."

"I don't know what your friends preached? Which god is enshrined? ”

"Motherless mother, Yama Dao!"

Hearing these eight words, the Buddha beads in Yuantong's hand were stunned.

Shang Biao ignored him and walked directly to the villagers who had gathered.

"Everyone, be quiet and say a few words."

"Dao Chief, you command, as long as we can do it, we will not refuse."

Wan Laohan pressed his palm, and after the villagers were silent, he said on behalf of the others.

"There is another way here to gradually restore your appearance, but it will take some time to take effect. This is a way to help yourself, and you must be sincere, otherwise it will bring disaster to you. ”

"Dao Chief, tell me quickly, we are all like this, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be!"

"Yes! Daoist, say it, I must be sincere. ”

The villagers were talking nonsense, urging Shang Biao.

"Well, this method is to join my Yama Sect and believe in the childless old mother, the Yama Heavenly Son. As long as you pray to the Son of Yama every day and make offerings with all your heart, the Son of Yama will definitely send down miracles to help you restore your appearance. ”

"Poor Dao will set up a statue of the god Yama here, and then preach the teachings for a day, if there are sincere people among you, you will see the effect tomorrow."

As soon as Shang Biao finished speaking, more than a dozen of the villagers fell to their knees and prayed to their motherless mother. The influence of the White Lotus Sect can be seen, and there are many believers in even small villages.

Under the guidance of these people, others have also followed suit, whether they believe in it or not.

For their blind faith, Shang Biao did not correct them, but entered the ancestral hall.

Collect the broken black snake statue piece by piece, take out the magic sword, and chop and grind the rubble.

After a while, the crushed stone becomes powder, and after adding a bucket of rootless water, the stone powder melts into mud.

The snake spirit was summoned by Shang Biao, and after entering the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags, its original white soul body and a trace of black seeped in.

"Tell me how to gather the power of faith, and use it yourself."

The snake spirit recognized at a glance that the mud ball was transformed by his own law, understood Shang Biao's thoughts, and sneered in his heart. After transmitting a divine thought into his head, he returned to the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners.

Shang Biao pinched his face and shaped his head according to his beautified appearance. Use mana to engrave the faith-condensing runes that the snake spirit has told you into the hollow skull.

The statue is heavy, as long as the head is pinched, everything else is the same.

After some kneading, a half-human-tall statue of the god was ready.

Cast a spell to pierce the runes on the idol's body, summoning a ghost boy and letting it dry it with a yin fire.

A freshly baked statue of the Son of Heaven of Yama was shaped, and it was said to be Yama, but it was not the king of Yama in the underworld.

The name is a god name fabricated by Shang Biao, this Yama Heavenly Son is the son of God sent to the world by the lifeless old mother to save the people of Li, with supreme mana, and believers can enter the vacuum hometown after death.

The appearance of the statue does not look similar to Shang Biao from the outside, but in essence, it is a statue that Shang Biao erected for himself.

Standing statues of living people, immortal.

In all dynasties, there are people who build shrines for the living in order to shoot the sycophants of the superiors.

Not to mention, the famous nine-thousand-year-old father-in-law Wei, as well as the gentry and Zhongtang who are still living in this plot world, have done this.

Shang Biao also came up with this method after subduing the snake spirit.

Whether it succeeds or not, what the adverse consequences will be, and what benefits it will bring, I don't know for the time being.

Anyway, there is a theater, at most it is busy in vain, or spend a little salary to eliminate trouble.

The living have the power of faith, and no one has ever experimented with this kind of thing in his cognition.

Such a good opportunity, how could Shang Biao miss it.

The idol of the god shaped by psychic obsidian powder, which drops a level on the scale, is a bronze-level prop with only one function to accelerate the condensation of faith.

Shang Biao moved the statue out of the ancestral hall, and the time was exactly noon.

Under the scorching sun, Shang Biao sat cross-legged in front of the statue and read aloud:

"There is no mother, the hometown is vacuum, the red dust is like a prison, all living beings are suffering, reincarnation is not stopped, there are endless sorrows, have mercy on my world, Yama descends from heaven!"