Speaking of which, the monks in this world are really sad.

If the heavenly realm does not bless the world, Buddhism is just a simple Buddhism, and in addition to reciting scriptures and knocking on wooden fish, it is not as advanced as Taoism.

Of course, the powerful did not believe in Buddhism, even the grass people, and Buddhism was driven to the corners of society, and was respected by a group of poor and disabled people who had no ability to practice martial arts and just wanted to be at peace.

If Li Xian had a little bit of martial arts qualifications, he would not agree to the old monk to be the host. After all, in this world where monsters are rampant and force is respected, one's ability is too important.

The wood has become a boat, Buddhism is Buddhism, except that you can't eat meat, you can't drink alcohol, and you can't marry a daughter-in-law...... , it doesn't seem like a big deal.

The key is that this "temple" is not dedicated to the Buddha, but a three-handed strange-shaped mold god, who knows which nameless god in the Buddhist family.

Since Li Xian took over the position of host, he inadvertently dripped blood into the statue of the god and communicated with the moldy god of the god realm, thinking that the fate of his protagonist's counterattack was finally coming, and later found out that this was another big pit.

The god of mildew, the god of mildew, as the name suggests, is the god of bad luck.

After hearing that the old monk immortal had gone, the mold god shook his head and sighed for a while, the only thing that was passed on to Li Xian was a wordless heavenly book.

Nima, I can't understand it at all!

What kind of reverie divine soldiers, divine calligraphy exercises, and panaceas for washing the scriptures and cutting the marrow are all just from Li Xian.

Since then, Li Xian's unlucky daily life has begun.

Stepping on dog poop with bird droppings every day is a trivial matter, just afraid that someone will cross the robbery not far away, and the robbery cloud turns a blind eye to the innocent Li Xian.

It was as if he was a demon in the world who could not even tolerate the heavens, and he would never give up! Only by hiding in the temple could he be spared.

In addition to their own bad luck, the god of mold does not let go of believers who come to offer incense, such as the "Ariza Village" at the foot of the mountain is an example.

However, after a few days of bad luck for those believers, there will be no more bad luck in the following days, which is equivalent to the bad luck being poured out in advance for a period of time.

And under the incense ding, the corresponding unlucky value will emerge, which can be used to exchange immortals for the god of mold.

The influence of the Buddha in this world is like that, Li Xian has been in this world for half a year, and together with the old monk who is "not enterprising" and only wants to save people and give grace, the unlucky value accumulated is only more than 9,000, which is still a big gap compared to the hundreds of thousands of elixir artifacts of the moldy god.

Therefore, if you want to become a god, you must be unlucky, and if you want to be unlucky, you must preach first, in short, there is a long way to go.

That damn pit daddy god of bad luck, except for the normal appearance once in March, each additional summon requires a thousand bad luck points, and it's really unlucky to meet him.

After months of careful study, whether it was closing his eyes and sensing carefully, or pouring water on the fire, Li Xian could not understand the secret of the wordless heavenly book.

Do you have to top up your money to have fun?

It just so happened that today was the day when the moldy god appeared once in March, and Li Xian would be able to ask him in detail when the time came.

After sitting outside the temple for an hour, seeing that there was no other unfortunate thing, Li Xian greedily squinted his eyes at the warm sun, and then returned to the temple with some reluctance.

"There is a temple" is a small courtyard, the middle flower bed is planted with a tall old apricot tree that I don't know how many years, the house is divided into the left and right side rooms and the main hall where the gods and Buddhas are placed, everything is simply not even a backyard.

I saw the vertical shadow of the pole standing in the courtyard, and it was almost noon, and Li Xian summoned the mold god at this time before March.

Seeing that the time had come, Li Xian wiped his head with his hands, came to the incense tripod standing in the courtyard, picked up three pillars of super thick sandalwood, lit it, and inserted them in turn.

A group of smoke was ethereal, and a refreshing sandalwood incense spread throughout the courtyard.

However, after a while, the smoke gradually formed a three-handed Buddha statue, which became more and more solid as time passed.

The tall figure supports the rounded face, making the moldy god look very amiable.

This unlucky god has a good skin of kindness, but he is only unlucky for people, and he is not at all as responsive as other Buddhas.

Li Xian poured mold for three months, as long as there was no major event, such as dying of thirst and starvation if he didn't go down the mountain to carry water and buy food, Li Xian didn't even dare to go out of the temple.

Seeing that the Buddha statue was condensed and the Buddha's eyes opened, Li Xian was not polite, pointed at him and scolded on the spot: "Thief bald donkey, what are you doing?"

Not to mention that I can't understand the wordless heavenly book, in three months, my feet slipped and rolled down the mountain no less than five times, and I have encountered mudslides and catastrophes once, if it weren't for my fate, you wouldn't be able to look at me now!"

The more Li Xian talked about it, the more aggrieved he became.

Nima, this monk will die at any time, so it's better not to do it.

For Li Xian, the only "believer" in the world who can provide him with a steady stream of bad luck points, the moldy god is still very concerned.

Immediately, the image of the master was no longer pretended, and he raised his hand and said anxiously: "Ask to read!"

You must know that the wordless heavenly book in your hand is actually a godhead!"

Godhead: Can you cultivate immortals and practice martial arts?

Imagining that he could also create a scene of the world falling apart and being the only one, the depression in Li Xian's eyes immediately disappeared and he regained his spirit.

Seeing that Li Xian didn't resist, the mold god breathed a sigh of relief and slowly became organized: "It is said that this wordless heavenly book, also known as the mold scripture, was created by accident when I was promoted to the middle god.

It was a stormy night......"

Although he wanted to beat people up by the moldy god, Li Xian still listened patiently, and finally understood the origin and function of the mold after listening for a long time.

Needless to say, the origin of the mold is a tirade, and it is all nonsense. Anyway, as long as you know it's a fetish.

Although the mold was created by the mold god, he didn't know much about it.

Only know that after recognizing the lord with blood, the host can rely on various levels of bad luck to improve himself, and finally integrate the bad luck of heaven and earth, deny others and self-denial, and finally achieve the "moldy god" hegemony that everyone fears.

However, although it is also self-denying, it has less influence than bad luck, and in short, there will be no danger to life.

After listening to the explanation of the moldy god, Li Xian had another itchy fist and wanted to beat him up.

"Nima's, what's the use of having bad luck? In the end, you are unlucky and others are unlucky, and it's too boring to hurt each other!"

It's good to be able to save your life in this martial arts world, although it is a little unlucky to hurt each other, but at least it can make powerful warriors afraid to get close to themselves, which is also a good golden finger.

In fact, Li Xian is not ignorant of reason, but it is rare to cross into the magical world of martial arts, but the addiction to flying away is really unwilling.