A double-edged sword is also a sword, and a weapon in your hand is stronger than a bare-handed one.

The joy in Yang Zhao's eyebrows couldn't be suppressed.

Shen Ruoyu looked at Yang Chao and smiled, and he couldn't help but laugh too.

"That's happy? And there's a bonus. ”

"There are also benefits, Master, what are the benefits?"

If it weren't for the fact that the ghost had no substance, Yang Zhao would have to lean over and rub his shoulder.

"Yes, I said that when you wait for your golden pill, you can compete for the god position, and now, although you can't fight for the god position, but with the incense of this card, you can ask the god."

Yang Zhao was not only stunned, although she also knew that Taoism had something to invite God, she went to the same door to take this matter seriously.

"God please? But those gods ........."

Aren't those gods dead?

"Even if those gods don't die, it's not something that a little foundation building monk can invite in."

Shen Ruoyu looked at Yang Zhao like a fool.

"It's good that you have cultivated a trace of divine charm, whether the god is dead or alive can't affect you, so many gods in the land of our clan soul are not decorations, even if there is no god sitting on it, it is okay to support the clansmen."

"Well, it's true...... Haha......" Yang Zhao smirked.

"Master, how do you use this Shinto card?"

"And so and so."

Shen Ruoyu stuffed the Dao Plaque into Yang Zhao's hand, and began to teach her word by word how to use this Dao Plaque to use incense to improve her cultivation and invite God.

Raising one's cultivation is also very simple, that is, to draw spiritual energy back through sacrificial incense, which is essentially an equivalent exchange of energy.

When Yang Zhao himself said this, he was still silently complaining in his heart, and this cultivation realm also talked about the conservation of energy.

Somehow, this correction problem turned into a science problem.

Then Shen Ruoyu talked about cultivating the mind, if the state of mind of the cultivator can't keep up with his own cultivation, then he will not be wronged if he is led by power to lose his heart and lead the fire into demons.

That's why many cultivators love to wander around, wandering in the red dust, polishing their Dao hearts.

In this regard, whether it is Taoism, Buddhism or Wuzhu, it is a routine.

Therefore, in the end, cultivators cannot get rid of the red dust, even if the gods can sit on the red dust, they cannot get rid of the red dust.

Say what is too forgetful, you can only forget if you have love, no love, what do you forget?

And mind cultivation is a liberal arts program.

"This cultivation also focuses on both arts and sciences, and cannot be biased."

Yang Zhao tried it twice under Shen Ruoyu's nose, and found that if ordinary cultivation was a trickle, and eating the Refining Pulse Pill cultivation was a trickling river, then the bug with the Dao card would be a surging river.

But as soon as the river was irrigated, Yang Zhao, who was accustomed to the speed of small rivers, was pressed by the surging river water, and she couldn't touch the shore when she was wrapped in the river, which made her panic of being drowned by the river.

"Don't be afraid, this is not Chixian Shenzhou, the spiritual power of this world can't suppress the dead."

Shen Ruoyu looked at Yang Zhao, who was panting heavily, and comforted him softly.

But even if you know that this aura can't suppress people, the feeling of dying in the water is too real.

Since cultivating the truth, Yang Zhao has rarely experienced this feeling of life and death not being in his hands.

But as long as you don't die, you learn from death.

Yang Zhao, who did not believe in evil, once again greeted the surging river water.

Since you can't change it, let yourself adapt.

This matter was tossed around for an afternoon, and it only stopped when it was getting dark.

The next day, he adapted to Shen Ruoyu's nose for a morning, and the matter of this incense feeding back cultivation came to an end.

In the afternoon, I began to study how to use the Taoist sign to please God.

According to Shen Ruoyu, this is actually a kind of bribery to invite God with a Taoist sign.

Cultivators like Yang Zhao used incense as a tribute and asked the gods to help.

This is a very common means in Taoism.

"Now that you can't cultivate, the matter of asking God is more about increasing the power of the spell for you, and it is not of much use."

Shen Ruoyu explained to her while demonstrating.

"But the person behind the soul weapon in your head can also be invited out by you in this way."

The man behind the soul weapon? Yang Zhao's soul weapon was a lamp, and she named herself Zhenshan.

The one behind Zhenshan was trapped in the Sujin Pagoda.

Yang Zhao was very impressed by him, because when this person appeared, he appeared seated, and there was a big throne under him.

There was no wind in the audience, which was naturally impressive.

And the reason why this one came was because Xie Daoren asked her to show her incense in public.

Did the thankers know about this invitation to God at that time?

"Then can I kill all sides in the name of asking God?"

Shen Ruoyu stretched out his hand and covered Yang Chao's forehead.

"Do you have a fever? How to start talking nonsense. ”

Yang Zhao felt a chill, and it went straight down his forehead to the Tianling Gai, and the boiling emotions cooled down in an instant.

"Uh...... I don't have a fever, I'm just obscene, I'll use incense to ask a bodyguard or something......"

She spoke quieter and quieter until she was silent.

All of a sudden, when I found that I was able to ask such a large Buddha to protect me, and my sense of security was bursting, I naturally couldn't help but feel obscene in my mind.

After all, this kind of thing is very cool to think about, and it is not illegal.

"This is just a miasma for you, not a capital for your arbitrary behavior."

Shen Ruoyu looked at Yang Zhao solemnly with a pair of eyes.

"Please God this is a backdrop for you, to help you deter the enemy, but you can't let him come out and stir up the storm, you can't bear the cause and effect he brings."

"If you are not of my race, their hearts will be different, how can you completely entrust yourself to the hands of others?"

Yang Zhao also nodded solemnly, she was really a little carried away at that time.

When that moment of excitement passed, she came back to her senses.

If he really fights, and someone behind him kills all sides, then she is probably the villain passerby A in a book.

The one who was killed by the protagonist's sword.

"I understand that I won't invite him out unless there is anything related to life and death."

Shen Ruoyu was still not at ease, and told again.

"Pleasing God is just a means, but you can't rely too much on Him, that person is not a stone clay sculpture, he is a person with thoughts and feelings."

"When you rely too much on him, Cangcheng can use this situation to counter you and loot your incense."

"You can't be his stepping stone, or you'll die without a place to bury."

"Yes, don't worry, Master, I won't joke with my life."

Under Yang Zhao's repeated assurances, Shen Ruoyu put down his heart a little.

He even regretted that he had said it too early to ask God.

But if he didn't say it early, Yang Zhao was now 108,000 miles away from him, something really happened, and no matter how long Shen Ruoyu's hand stretched, he couldn't help.

If this happens, it's too late to regret it.

(End of chapter)