Miscellaneous...... What's busy?" Wu Sang was a little furious by Yuan Ming's laughter, and hesitated.

"I want you to collect all the ashes from the incense burner on the altar of the temple hall. When that's done, I'll give you ten silver coins, how about that?" Yuan Ming asked.

It wasn't impossible for him to collect it secretly, but he didn't want to waste too much time, the gold and silver of the mortal world were of little value to him, and he had received a sum of compensation from the old cigarette pouch not long ago.

"What do you want incense ash for?" When Uzan heard the words "ten silver coins", his heart fluttered, and he thought of what happened during the day, and asked with a frown.

"When I was sick in my hometown, I had to drink it with ash water, and I suddenly had a stomachache this morning." Yuan Ming generously admitted.

"Take incense ashes to heal the sick? There are such remedies here, too."

Wu Sang said noncommittally, but in his heart he was a little dissatisfied with Yuan Ming's treatment method.

"If you don't want to, I can go directly to the Galong Temple to Zhuna, I believe he will be willing to heal and save people." Yuan Ming rolled his eyes and said.

"Haha, it's too troublesome, and besides, Senior Brother Galong is still angry now, so don't provoke him. I'll do it for you when everyone rests in the evening, so you don't have to bother the others.

Take care." Usan laughed and said quickly.

After Yuan Ming sent Wusang away, he returned to the house, began to use his mana, and went to the incense burner once.

He suddenly thought of the scene where the little emperor was concentrating on practicing the "Fireball Technique", and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.

He subconsciously followed the appearance of the little emperor, and his legs were tied up with a horse.

Closing his eyes, he carefully recalled the process of the mana operation in his body at that time, as well as those spells, then opened his eyes, stretched out his arm, raised his index finger, and began to urge the mana.

After a while, a flash of fire flashed above his fingertips, and in the sound of "zila", a fireball about the size of a walnut kernel condensed out of thin air.

Although this fireball did not look big, a scorching heat spread throughout the room with the appearance of the fireball.

Yuan Ming looked at the "Fireball Technique" he had performed for the first time, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, it seemed that his talent in learning spells was not bad.

He stared at the small fireball on his fingertips, carefully observed, and compared it with the fireball technique displayed by Chen Wan in his memory, which seemed to be no different except for the size.

Could it be that the key to this spell is that the little emperor continues to inject mana, making the fireball continue to grow larger to enhance its power?

This speculation was quickly put to rest for the time being.

First, he was currently in a mundane place, so it was really inconvenient for him to continue to study the fireball technique, and second, he wanted to find out the key to the possession of incense, and he didn't have much energy to think about other details.

In the early hours of that night, Usan was like a thief, carrying a heavy cloth bag and carefully looking for it.

Yuan Ming checked it and found that it was no different from the incense ash he got during the day, it was indeed the incense ash accumulated on the incense case for many years, so he gave ten silver coins to Wusang.

After Wu Sang cared about Yuan Ming's condition for a few words, he left happily: "Sure enough, the pharmacy is the most profitable business, yes, after paying off the debt, do you consider making a living? You can't die, you can't be saved, there's no risk, and you'll be able to harvest in drought and flood!"

Yuan Ming was not interested in paying attention to Wusang's careful thoughts, and continued to cultivate while crossing into mana to help the incense burner recover.

For the next seven days, he barely went out, and Uzan rarely came back to see him.

On this morning, the Tai Chi pattern on the incense burner finally lit up with a hazy glimmer.

Yuan Ming couldn't wait to pick up a thumb-thick black incense stick from the table and insert it into the incense burner.

In order to prolong the time of his possession, he mixed three times the amount of incense ash into this incense, and increased the amount of other materials a lot.

After Yuan Ming locked the door, he lit the black incense.

As the green smoke rises, that familiar feeling

Striking again, Yuan Chrome rubbed his hands, his heart full of anticipation.

When he woke up from the darkness again, he immediately opened his eyes and looked around.

This time, instead of seeing the golden and splendid palace, he did not smell the smell of awakening spices, but there was a smell of fat powder that penetrated into his nostrils.

What I saw was a boudoir with a light veil tent.

He secretly felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to touch his cheek, but found that his possessed body did not move, and it seemed that like last time, he could not control the movement of this body at all.

He couldn't even roll his eyes, and the only area he could see in his eyes was the area that his body could see.

Fortunately, at this time, the eyes of the owner of the body moved downward, and Yuan Ming saw two raised peaks and a snow-white lotus arm propped up on the table, and saw that he was wearing a set of women's skirts.

"It's not the little emperor, it's not the groom, it's a woman-----" Yuan Ming secretly slandered,

At this time, the owner of the body got up, but accidentally slammed the table with a "bang".

"Xiaoyuan, what are you doing?" A slightly reprimanding voice immediately came in from outside.

Xiaoyuan? Is it the name of the owner of this body?

Immediately after, Yuan Ming heard a crisp voice, which sounded from "himself": "It's okay, I knocked my foot.......

At this time, the beaded curtain outside the gauze tent was lifted, and a beautiful woman walked in from outside, and she was wearing the same clothes as Yuan Ming at the moment.

Yuan Ming looked at it for a while, and then he reacted, they were all wearing maid clothes.

"Xiaoyuan, let you help Miss get a fan, what are you doing here? Lin Gongzi is coming in a while, are you still grinding here?" The beautiful maid reproached.

"I don't know why, I'm just a little ......dizzy," Xiaoyuan said in a weak voice.

"You just like to be lazy." Qingli pointed at the orchid, nodded at her, and said.

"I ......"

Unexpectedly, before Xiaoyuan finished speaking, Yuan Ming really became dizzy again.

In the next moment, his consciousness sank into darkness.

When he woke up again, he was still sitting in the temple wing, and the thick black incense in the incense burner in front of him had burned out.

"The time seems to be about the same, not much longer than last time......" Yuan Ming picked up the incense burner, his face helpless.

As for the Tai Chi pattern on the incense burner, it has naturally been extinguished again.

"Looks like we'll have to keep trying." Yuan Ming adjusted his mood and said.

In the next month, Yuan Ming successively used different materials to make black incense with incense ash.

A total of four attempts, one of which was possessed by Wang Shun, but the result of each time was the same, the possession time was short and hasty, not to mention, he could not control the free movement of the host, and he had no time to investigate and verify his identity.

This made Yuan Ming speechless.

Seeing that the time to return to the sect was approaching, he decided to make one last attempt before leaving.

He took a spirit stone from the storage ring, smashed it, crushed it into powder, and added it to the spices.

With the addition of spirit stone powder, there was a faint fluctuation of spiritual power in the spice.

Then, Yuan Ming took out some incense ash and added it to the spices.

With the mixing of various materials, another batch of incense sticks was successfully made by Yuan Ming.

This time, the specifications he made were restored to their original style, and they did not make that exaggerated coarse fragrance again.

However, after the incense was made, Yuan Ming was surprised to find that he could not feel the fluctuation of spiritual power from it.

"Could it be that the spiritual power has escaped?" Yuan Ming was puzzled.

It's just that he didn't think much about it, so he lit the black incense again.

But this time, before lighting incense, he had been silently reciting the "little emperor" in his heart, hoping to be able to possess him again.

So many times before the incense possessed, only

When there is a little emperor, the benefit is the greatest.

In addition to giving the incense burner mana to help it recover in the past few days, Yuan Ming couldn't help but ponder the strange "Fireball Technique" in his spare time.

Because when he possessed the little emperor, he really observed the process of releasing the spell with empathy, and even felt the flow of mana in the body when the little emperor cast the spell, so Yuan Ming came back to think about it carefully, combined with his previous experience, and quickly learned it.

It's just that for the time being, it can't reach the level that the little emperor casts the spell.

Yuan Ming still hopes that he can possess the little emperor again, and it is best to feel the process of his spell again.

"It must be the little emperor, it must be the little emperor......" Until his consciousness fell into darkness completely, Yuan Ming still shouted wildly in his heart.

In the next moment, his gaze finally lit up again.

He saw an intricately carved dragon chair and a table full of concertos.

"Your Majesty, do you want to rest for a moment before continuing?" At this time, a somewhat shrill voice sounded.

Yuan Ming's host heard the sound, turned his eyes, and saw a young father-in-law dressed in eunuch clothes, holding a bowl of ginseng tea and serving him.

"It's really a little emperor, it's really a little emperor......" After Yuan Ming confirmed this, he suddenly fell into a huge surprise.

This means that a conjecture he has been making has been preliminarily verified.

His possession is not really random and disorderly, but is closely related to the things or people in his heart, and it is inseparable.

"Dealing with these government affairs is really boring and tight, or is it fun to cultivate, I was so stupid before, I actually refused to cultivate. The next time the National Master comes back, I'm sure to surprise him with my Explosive Technique."

At this time, the little emperor spoke.

Yuan Ming could clearly feel the excitement in his emotions, and even he was a little eager to try.

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