After Yuan Ming took the black incense divine sense to investigate, this incense still did not have any spiritual power fluctuations, and like many previous studies, there should be no spiritual materials in the material, even so, there are many kinds of mortal things in the world, how to be sure?

He carefully recalled the bits and pieces of the past two incense appendages.

Yuan Ming sat quietly like this, not eating or drinking, he was already crazy.

One day, two days, three days.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Yuan Ming dragged his tired body, got up and opened the door, and Wusang walked in and said happily, "This time I can confirm one of the materials, which is very close to pine powder."

"Similar to pine powder? I see, Mr. Uzan has worked hard." Yuan Ming nodded and said, his expression did not show joy.

In hundreds of previous attempts, he had already added pine powder.

Even if it's pine powder, what can it be.

"Yuan Xiaoyou, with all due respect, your black incense is nothing special at first glance, but after my exploration during this time, I feel that this incense is extraordinary. As long as you put in a little more thought and time, you can always succeed, and you don't have to be too anxious." Usan reassured.

If he used to help Yuan Ming purely for money, at this moment, he really had a strong interest in the mysterious black incense, and the appearance of this black incense rekindled his desire to win.

Yuan Ming smiled reluctantly, he had a limited time away from the sect, and it was impossible for him to stay here in Jiuli Temple for a long time.

Once you return to the sect, you want to purchase countless incense-making materials - the experiment is also impossible, and you have a lot of things to do, so there is no hope of success in the short term.

That's it, that's it, let's go back to the sect.

"Xiaoyou, listen to my advice, you are a little impatient, our incense making is actually slow work and careful work, it is better to go out for a walk, calm down and come back to continue. Today is the annual sacrifice ceremony of the dog tooth god in the temple, so you can go and worship it." Seeing that Yuan Ming didn't speak, Wu Sang hesitated a little and said.

Yuan Ming was not interested in this kind of mortal worship of ghosts and gods, and did not think that it really existed.

He shook his head, and was about to say no, but after thinking about it, he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

In the eyes of ordinary people, isn't an immortal cultivator like himself a legendary immortal?

"The Lord Dog Tooth God lives in the Heavenly Palace of the Clouds and can observe all things, as long as you pray sincerely, maybe he can project his eyes and help you complete the incense making." Seeing Yuan Ming's intentions, Wusang said, "Can the Dog Tooth God help me?" Yuan Ming was slightly mocking.

"Sincerity is spirituality, so why not give it a try?" Usan said with a smile.

"Hehe, I've been bothering in the temple for many days, so I should have a pillar of incense." Yuan Ming also said with a smile, he has indeed been a little addicted to making incense in the past few days, and he has gone a little crazy, and it is also a good thing to see them pretending to be ghosts, scattering their minds, and calming down.

So under the leadership of Usan, he came to the main hall and found that there were obviously more people in the temple today than in the past.

At some point, an altar was erected in front of the statue of the god of dogs, and a temple priest wearing a priest's robe and a mask of a tiger's head was dancing on it, dancing with his hands and feet, and sometimes bowing down to the statue of the god of dogs.

Yuan Ming knew that this was a godly dance in southern Xinjiang, and it would only be danced during some grand celebrations or festivals.

"Now the sacrifice is being performed***." Usan explained softly.

Yuan Ming nodded slightly, and merged into the crowd of incense.

The offering table in front of the statue of the god of dogs was filled with a bunch of incense, and the smoke that slowly rose condensed on the face of the statue of the god dogtooth, making it blurry and adding a sense of mystery.

Batch after batch of people in southern Xinjiang stepped forward to pay homage and pray sincerely, and the entire courtyard was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.

He recalled the last time he possessed Wang Shun and saw the scene of the people praying outside the City God Temple, and he seemed to have the same unspeakable emotions that day.

He looked at the people of southern Xinjiang around him, all with solemn faces and pious expressions, or put his hands together on his forehead, or put his hands in fists on his chest, as if they had something

begging, and they all sincerely admire.

As the crowd of pilgrims took turns to come forward, offer incense to the idol, bow down, and then leave.

Everything was in order, no one was required to say anything or do anything, and everyone followed the rules and did not dare to make the slightest disrespectful act to the gods.

Yuan Ming also stepped forward with the crowd.

Unlike others, what he is holding in his hand is a pillar of incense made by himself, which is lit on the candle flame and emits a blue-white smoke, exuding a slightly unique aroma.

Yuan Ming followed the example of those people, put the incense against his eyebrows, bowed three times to the statue of the dogtooth god, and inserted it into the incense burner.

Due to the slight exertion, both of his tail fingers were pressed into the incense burner, stained with a lot of incense ash.

After inserting the long incense, Yuan Ming put his hands into fists in his heart, knelt on the futon, and bowed his head while silently praying in his heart: his parents are safe, his cultivation is successful, and he will turn evil into good fortune.

It is also strange to say that when such a ritual is done, the distractions and anxiety in Yuan Ming's original heart disappear, as if his soul has been appeased, and his heart has become surprisingly calm.

After he finished prostrating for the last time, when he raised his head, his eyes involuntarily looked at the statue of the Dog Tooth God on the high platform.

At this moment, the statue was surrounded by smoke, and its face became more blurred under the smoke obscure.

Just when he was stunned, the people of southern Xinjiang behind him were already quietly urging him to get out of the way.

After Yuan Ming got up, he walked in the direction of the temple gate.

Usan was standing there waiting.

"How? Have you received a revelation from Lord Inuya?" Usan asked.

Yuan Ming didn't speak, and shook his head.

"Maybe it's not the right time, or maybe the cannon-sama hasn't felt your sincerity yet." Wusang glanced at Yuan Ming and sighed meaningfully.

Sincerely, collect money to do things?

"Perhaps...... Usan, have you ever listened to the Inutooth God?" Yuan Ming asked rhetorically.

"The god of dogs never speaks to men, but his guidance is in the sound of the wind, in the surging clouds, in the stars of the night, in the dreams of the lost." Wusang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, this passage was something he had always heard Miao Zhu say, and he naturally blurted it out.

When Yuan Ming heard this, he said noncommittally: "No matter how beautiful your words of praise for God are, God can't hear it, if God is effective, you won't lose your family and hide here!"

Usan's smile disappeared in an instant, and he whispered, "No, no, it's because I'm not religious enough......

At this moment, a crisp and pleasant bell sounded, and the sound was extremely penetrating, as if it could hit the soul.

Yuan Ming followed the sound and saw a tall man, wearing a dog's head mask, wearing a ragged robe sewn with strips of cloth of various colors, holding a brass bell in one hand and a delicate brass sword in the other, jumping all the way from the outside.

"Senior Brother Galong is going to dance, make way for him." Wu Sang said, pulling Yuan Ming to the side of the door.

The people in the temple also spread out in all directions, giving way to the middle area.

The masked dragon jumped into the middle of the square, chanting incomprehensible prayers and shaking the brass bells as he danced.

Yuan Ming could understand the southern Xinjiang language, but he really couldn't understand the prayers with very unique rhymes and tones, but the bell with a low frequency hit his heart all at once.

He couldn't help but think of Biluo Cave. The soul-stirring silver-white bells.

Yuan Ming watched for a while, and then planned to leave, but was stopped by Wu Sang.

"When the dance starts to look, you must finish watching it, it is a rare moment for the god of dogs to come, and it is taboo to go now, and there will be bad luck." Uzan said with a serious expression.

"I don't believe it." Yuan Ming said.

Can a gambler who has already exported all his soul really have a pious heart?

Thinking of this, Yuan Ming couldn't help but chuckle.

In the rhythm of prayers and bells, Yuan Ming looked slowly

The ground fell on the censer on the altar.

The long incense sticks inside are rising with smoke, and the ashes of the burned incense slowly fall and settle in the incense burner. In the incense burner on the altar, nearly a hundred years of incense ashes have accumulated!

He couldn't help but clench his fists, and his skin felt the freshly stained incense ash.

At this moment, Yuan Ming's mind flashed as if he had been electrified.

That spiritual light had completely controlled Yuan Ming's thoughts at this moment, dominating Yuan Ming's body, and the next moment, he stepped out directly, his body was like a swimming fish, passing by the dancing Ga Long, and under the surprised gaze of everyone, he came to the incense table.

Garon couldn't help but stop dancing, and Uzan couldn't react for a while.

Yuan Ming ignored the reactions of others, stretched out a finger and inserted it into the incense burner, and the storage ring on his finger lit up and collected some incense ashes, turned his head and ran out of the square, and disappeared from everyone's sight with a cigarette.

There was a dead silence in the hall, and then a commotion erupted.

The pilgrims looked different, some were puzzled, some were angry and accused, and some knelt on the ground praying for forgiveness.

Everyone didn't understand what the young man had done. I don't know why he suddenly made such a move? Someone began to curse in a low voice.

Ga Long He had never seen such a situation, his body was stiff, he couldn't jump, he didn't jump either, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Unwilling to be expelled from his master, Uzan temporarily put aside his devotion to the gods, so he stepped forward and said in a loud voice:

"Don't be alarmed, he may have been guided by the gods, and this is the blessing of the Dogtooth God, coming again."

When they heard this, they stopped their anger and began to kneel on their knees in prayer, while Garon breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to shake the brass bell in his hand, and jumped up with words in his mouth.

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