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The world thinks that there are gods three feet above the head, there are ghosts and gods everywhere in the heavens and the earth, there are mountain gods in the mountains, there are water gods in the water, even if it is a wasteland without mountains and water, the world also thinks that there are three thousand grass-headed gods.

In the world, there are many people who fear ghosts and gods, and on the fifteenth day of the new year, they will burn incense and pray. It is believed that the burning of incense is a great good, and there are three good deeds.

One is to make offerings to the gods. When the incense is burned, the incense clouds are swirling, and they are offered to the Gaozhen of the Yunfu in the upper realm, the Yue Wei Ling in the middle realm, the immortal officials of the Shuifu in the lower realm, and the gods of the Three Realms. The song says: May you burn the treasure incense and make offerings for life.

The second is to pass on the sincerity of Daxin. Poetry: Incense starts from sincerity, and smoke comes from letters. One sincerity leads to the heavenly realm, and all truths go down to the Yao level.

The third summons the soul. There are some big names such as feng shui physiognomy masters in the world, who claim to summon the souls of the dead by burning incense when they are doing the dojo of the dojo. It is said: "Invite with this true incense, and may the deceased hear it from afar." It is also said: "A stick of incense communicates, and the children of the five directions lead the soul back." For example, Hengjiang is in Natengashi County, and his young friend Li Banxian Li Gongzi, who met many years ago, is very handy with this kind of pretending to be a ghost.

The people in the immortal gate are different from the ordinary people.

Asking for immortals, asking for the immortal road of immortality, asking for the avenue of heaven and earth.

The matter of burning incense is not from the Western Buddhism, there are ancient books in the world, as early as many years ago, Buddhism has not yet appeared, so people have the matter of burning wood to sacrifice to the sky, called "burnt firewood", and there are also buried sacrifice grounds, called "scab". This matter has a long history and far-reaching significance......

There are clouds in the immortal scriptures: above the nine heavens, only the Tao is the only one, and among the ten thousand laws, incense is the first!

Although the people in Xianmen say that burning incense is the first, it does not mean how powerful the incense is, but the act of burning incense, which is widely used in many Taoist immortal methods in Xianmen, the most common of which is to drive away the method with incense.

On the offering table, in the incense burner, there are three incense sticks lit by Hengjiang, and the smoke cloud goes straight up, until it is three feet away from the incense, it gradually disperses, but it is scattered but not chaotic, and the cyan smoke gathers into several smoke clouds in the air.

The clouds of smoke, blown by the wind, became like dragons, phoenixes, tigers, and eagles, gathering but not dispersing, orderly in the air, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Hengjiang stepped on Yu steps, tiptoeing, taking several steps in a row, with a spell in his mouth, chanting words, "...... The sentient beings in the Dharma Realm have good thoughts, and the dead in the past will be reborn with the ......"

At this point, Hengjiang raised his head and stared at the smoke and clouds, but his eyes gradually became a little disappointed.

The method he is using now is called spiritualism. If Mr. Zhou's soul does not disperse and will remain here for a long time, as long as this mantra sounds, Mr. Zhou's soul will return. Now that most of the mantras have been recited, the clouds, dragons, and phoenixes above the table have not changed in the slightest, which means that Mr. Zhou has passed away......

Hengjiang shook his head slightly, lit the three incense sticks again, held the incense offering with both hands, raised it above his head, and bowed to Mr. Zhou's spiritual seat on the offering table, but no longer continued to recite the scriptures and spells.

"Hahahaha......"

Cheng Bijun saw that Hengjiang pursed his lips and didn't speak, he actually laughed maniacally, and shouted: "Mediocre talents are just mediocre talents after all, even if you get the immortal fate, worship the immortal gate, practice hard, and even your hair is white, but you haven't even learned a spell to conjure spirits." Now that the incantation is halfway through, it can't continue, trying to make people laugh!"

Hengjiang glanced at Cheng Bijun indifferently, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and groaned: "Palm!"

The Dharma Protector will pull up Cheng Bijun, who was kneeling on the ground, open the bow left and right, and slap it twice, making Cheng Bijun's cheeks high and swollen, and she still wanted to release her anger, but she couldn't speak in her mouth, and only squirted out a dozen bloodstained teeth.

The god general already knew that Hengjiang hated this Cheng Bijun, and his attack was naturally extremely ruthless, and now these two slaps actually knocked out Cheng Bijun's teeth.

Hengjiang looked at Cheng Bijun, shook his head, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then cast a magic trick towards the outside of the mansion, manifesting a rolling wind, blowing the walls of the mansion to the ground one after another, collapsing into waste bricks.

After the wall collapsed, the view of Hengjiang became more open.

Even if you stand in the courtyard, you can see the end of the long street.

Then, Hengjiang took out the tea set again, used the corner of the offering table as a coffee table, and boiled a pot of boiling water with the fire spell of Jiuyaojue, revealing his tea art that has become more and more refined over the years.

Yokoe's move is a bit weird.

Even Liao Changkong was quite puzzled by Hengjiang's move to make tea now.

Hengjiang brought the first cup of tea to Mr. Zhou's spiritual seat, carefully arranged the teacup, and said: "Mr. liked to drink tea before his death, and now he has been separated for more than ten years, you might as well try the tea made by the students, taste what this tea tastes like, and whether there is a three-point fire of Mr. that year." ”

As soon as these words came out, Liao Changkong suddenly realized.

She not only understood that Hengjiang made tea to give tea to Mr. Zhou, but also understood that Hengjiang was obviously the leading boss in the market, but he was able to cultivate such a superb tea art, and it turned out that the root of this matter was here with Mr. Zhou. I'm afraid that after getting up every day, Hengjiang has to bathe and burn incense, and the habit of reading and drinking tea is also cultivated in Mr. Zhou's house.

Hengjiang himself brought a cup of tea, sat next to the offering table, and drank silently, as if Mr. Zhou, who taught him to read ten years ago and preached to him and solved his doubts, now sits at the other end of the offering table and drinks with him.

Such an atmosphere is extremely heavy.

Even Liao Changkong felt a little uncomfortable, put his hands around his chest, held the Cold Sword in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes.

While drinking tea, Hengjiang looked up from time to time and looked at the wind and snow in the distance, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

The heavy snow is like goose feathers, although it can block people's sight, but the people in the fairy gate are deaf and clear, and Hengjiang can still see the scenery within more than 100 meters in the ice and snow.

There were many people in the snow, all of them were residents of the city, who only peeked from a distance and did not dare to approach.

A short time later, a cloud appeared in the snow

Fu Xiangyang lay on his side on the clouds, pillow with a brown wine gourd, and came from the clouds.

As soon as he entered the mansion, he saw Liao Changkong with his eyes closed, and saw more than a dozen Dharma protectors standing around, and then looked at Hengjiang who was sitting and drinking tea and Cheng Bijun who was lying on the ground, so he couldn't lie down anymore, turned over and got up, his body was like a long rainbow, he fell on the snow on the roof, drinking silently with a wine gourd, squinting his eyes and looking at the direction of the palace from time to time, between the opening and closing of his eyelids, there was a faint glint of essence.

Fu Xiangyang, as the great-grandfather of Fu Guogong, is naturally well-informed, and before he came here, he had inquired clearly about what happened in Mr. Zhou's house more than ten years ago. So after Fu Xiangyang came here, he didn't ask Hengjiang much without saying a word, just lying on the roof and drinking in the snow.

Cheng Bijun Daoji was deposed, his body was injured, and now his condition is not comparable to that of ordinary people, his body is already very stiff, and he has no strength to tremble when lying on the ground. couldn't move, but Cheng Bijun's mind gradually calmed down, and his thoughts became much smoother. When she tried her best to turn her neck, observe the four directions, and saw that the people in the Xianmen who stepped on the clouds on the Hengjiang River and the roof, all of them were a picture of falling fish from the abyss, waiting for the bait, Cheng Bijun's heart suddenly became throbbing and frightened......

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

The forbidden army walked, thousands of people were like one, and the sound of stepping was like a drum.

Hengjiang held the teacup, turned around slightly, looked at the place where the footsteps came from, and saw a Biao Middle-earth Empire forbidden army, holding a halberd and wearing iron armor, neatly aligned, marching forward, surrounded by the walls of the abandoned mansion, assembled into an army formation.

Woowoo......

The horn sounded.

The formation split a gap in the middle.

Two boys, pushing a wheelchair half a foot above the ground and floating forward, drove out of the gap in the military formation.

A man from the Xianmen Sect wearing a black robe, a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and a high crown on his head, sat in a wheelchair. The man did not raise his head, his eyes were half-closed and half-open, and he stared at the bamboo slip he was holding in his hand until the boy pushed the wheelchair cart into the courtyard of the mansion, and the person in the cart did not want to raise his head.

What a big show!

Fu Xiangyang lay on the roof, condescending, looking down at the courtyard, and patted it on the wine gourd on the pillow, and there was a line of water, which rose from the mouth of the gourd and drilled into Fu Xiangyang's mouth. However, Fu Xiangyang seemed to feel that the wine was unpalatable, so he snorted, and the wine in his mouth immediately turned into a burst of wine and blew away.

WhewW......

The wind swept and flattened the ground.

The snow around them, the ice on the ground, and the mighty forbidden army standing outside the ruins of the wall were blown off the ground like feathers, and then fell into the wind and snow in the distance.

This sip of wine made the person in the wheelchair look change, raised his head, and said, "Poor Dao Yue Buyao, he is the national teacher of the Middle-earth Empire, I don't know where my friend comes from?"

Fu Xiangyang glanced at the national teacher Yue Buyao with interest, but did not answer.

Liao Changkong suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the national teacher, and asked, "Your wife was broken and knelt on the ground, aren't you sad?"

The national teacher's eyes twitched, and he said in a deep voice: "Poor Dao is here for this matter. You came to the door for no reason, injured the wife of the poor road, and destroyed the mansion of the poor road, and you must give an explanation to the poor road today. ”

Liao Changkong snorted coldly, turned to look at Hengjiang, she only waited for Hengjiang's approval, she would take out the Cold Sword, and blatantly slash this Yue Buyao under the sword.

Yue Buyao saw Liao Changkong looking at Hengjiang, his expression changed again, and asked, "You are the Hengjiang who took revenge and poisoned Mr. Zhou more than ten years ago?"

"Good! I thought you'd forget who the owner of this mansion was. Now it seems that the national teacher, as a master of the divine soul, must have a good memory, but I underestimated the national teacher. ”

Hengjiang put down the teacup, stood up, and bowed to Mr. Zhou's spiritual seat on the offering table, while talking to the national teacher, and said: "This time I came to the west of the imperial capital for two things, and it just so happens that these two things are related to the national teacher. ”

Yue Buyao looked at Hengjiang, then at Fu Xiangyang and Liao Changkong, and asked, "What's the matter?"

At this moment, Yue Buyao is already a man and a woman beside Hengjiang, with a momentum like an abyss, and he must be an extraordinary strength, and he is definitely not an ordinary Xianmen monk.

"The first thing is to ask the national teacher to hand over the Danqing pen. This is Mr. Zhou's treasure and cannot fall into the hands of outsiders. ”

"As for the second thing, today I opened an altar in the house to worship Mr. Zhou's spirit in the sky, but I lacked a human head to use as a sacrifice. Please be sure to donate generously, put the item on the head, and lend me a favor. ”

Hengjiang put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said slowly in a calm and indifferent tone: "I have heard people say that the national teacher has always been open-minded and cheerful, and he will not disappoint me. ”

Thanks to the book friend "Fortune in the Middle" for the tip, "Lisa Hayes" and "King-Yuan" for the comments, and the anonymous book friend for the flowers.