Wang Ming was brought out of the White Lotus Sect by an outer disciple in the verdant gourd, and the sea was wide and the mountains were high and the birds could fly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Wang Ming got the opportunity to leave the White Lotus Sect General Altar, and soon after Wang Ming stayed away from the Hundred Pillars Mountain Range, there were two days later, and the female crown Zhen Yuwen finally had a chance to come out, she took all the ghosts around the entire Tianwang Peak but did not find the mysterious 'Jade Gourd'.

The Baizhu Mountain Range is getting farther and farther behind him, and Wang Mingyou's ghost can fly away from the Baizhu Mountain in broad daylight, and he is going to the world outside the mountain to be a god and collect incense.

On the way, Wang Ming comprehended this Shinto inheritance talisman hidden in his body.

The Shinto inheritance that Wang Ming brought back from the White Lotus Sect this time is to collect incense luck and take the path of incense Shinto, and some of the knowledge is the knowledge of the use of incense left by the ancient masters who have long disappeared for 100,000 years to study the art of immortality, and now it is obtained by Wang Ming. In particular, that Shinto talisman gave Wang Ming's ghost body the ability to perform divine arts, and then he could collect the power of incense for his own enjoyment.

The will of the laws of this world stipulates that ghosts cannot be cultivated, and the laws here have sublimated the meaning of the rules of the Great Dao, so Wang Ming cannot change this characteristic. Now only when you get the Shinto talisman left over from ancient times in this world can you have the ability to compete with the monks, and only by spreading your faith can you make your magic more and more powerful.

A wandering spirit flew away in the roads and fields, and although thousands of ghosts were hidden and wild beasts were dormant along the way, Wang Ming still saw many chaotic scenes of human suffering.

(Wang Ming tried to absorb a trace of his body's qi luck into the core of his divine body on the way, and this trace of qi luck was swallowed up by his own little will, and the amount of a trace of qi luck did not increase except for his will to rush to a trace of nourishment and then did not increase, and the luck was still too little.) But Wang Ming didn't dare to consume more of his own luck, wouldn't that be a source of suffering for himself?

The trace of luck he received from the top of his head was obtained from the Shinto talisman, and he obtained the Shinto inheritance, and naturally he was protected by some luck between the remnants of the Shinto Heaven and Earth from 100,000 years ago. ）

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When today's folk is the Great Yan Kingdom, the real dragon of the imperial court is the surname of the emperor Ji, and the state religion pursued is Huang Laodao, one of the six major immortal schools in the world. The whole world belongs to the Great Yan Kingdom, only the barbarians live in the mountains and wilderness in some remote areas in the south, and then there is no power of the Great Yan Kingdom in the sea, and the remaining countless Li people are the children of the Great Yan Kingdom.

Far away from the Baizhu Mountains, in a village under Wuling County, a small river flows beside it, and Wang Ming walked from a distance to approach this land temple. He looked at the village from afar, and a layer of people's morale covered a village, this was Qingxi Village, the hometown of the original boy, and now Wang Ming returned here according to the memories he obtained. The distance from Baizhu Mountain to here is not too far, and Wang Ming has many memories of this village, so Wang Ming first chose the familiar place after facing the mountain.

As soon as he entered this small temple statue that was only waist-high, there was a broken old man and a fierce ghost hiding behind the statue and attacking Wang Ming.

Wang Ming stretched out his hand, and a red light fell to cover the old man, and the old man was smashed back into the corner of the temple by the rebound.

The old man screamed.

Wang Ming stretched out his hand and injected a red qi into the body of this crazy and vicious old man, and immediately the old man stabilized, his soul trembled, and a pair of blood-colored blue eyes returned to clarity. "Old Zheng Huai in Qingxi Village, Old Village, visited the master. The ghost immediately bowed down. 'Well,' Wang Ming nodded, he stepped on an arm-high clay fetal statue and merged into it, and immediately a faint incense in the statue was absorbed by Wang Ming, and Wang Ming breathed comfortably. The old man standing under the small temple platform next to him looked at Wang Ming above enviously. There are some beliefs and miscellaneous thoughts of the villagers in this land temple on weekdays, and it is with these ownerless incense old man Zheng Huai who occupied this place by chance that the Tao has always existed today, absorbing the ownerless faith and miscellaneous thoughts is as easy as slowly losing consciousness and becoming a ghast, but it can survive. It is said that all the ownerless distractions in the lonely temples in the mountains and wilderness of the world are greedy things in the eyes of evil ghosts.

A ball of incense thoughts was absorbed by Wang Ming, and the talisman in Wang Ming's soul quickly absorbed the power of these incense, and a ball of incense miscellaneous thoughts was transformed into more than a dozen red divine powers around the talisman and hidden in Wang Ming's body, which could be used for him to continue to use divine arts.

When Wang Ming opened his eyes, the rough mud tire face of the god statue had already changed a little, and it became more and more like the appearance of a young man with his body.

"Zheng Huai congratulates the master. ”

"Zheng Huai, can you read?"

"Zheng Huai knows. ”

"In the future, you will first sit for my master, do things for me, and in the future, I will protect you for eternity, not suffer from the fall of the gods, and enjoy the power of sharing the incense.

"Thank you hosts. Zheng Huai kowtowed and bowed honestly.

Wang Ming looked at this Zheng Huai, since this old man was the village leader of this Linxi Village before his death, and he was literate, he still had some ability. After getting the Shinto talisman, the luck of the living beings does not need to be calculated, but also in his eyes, in his eyes, this Zheng Huai has a pillar of thick white qi on the top of his head, the thickness of chopsticks, and he is already a powerful person among the folk white ding.

The way of luck is similar in the heavens, because the power of luck is, to put it bluntly, the will of heaven and earth favor a person or a thing, (from the perspective of things, it also represents the influence of the individual relative to heaven and earth.) Luck is very similar to the will of the world, and it comes from the will of the world. So no matter how many worlds are pretty much the same. This luck is seen in the spiritual eye to see the luck of the kind of supernatural powers, from low to high can be divided into: black for calamity, gray mildew and filth, white for white, red luck coming, cyan green clouds and topping, yellow for luxury, golden mostly for the real dragon in the world, gold for the gods and immortals, purple for the purple sage nine levels. This Zheng Huai's luck is seen as a pillar of rough white ding in his eyes under the manifestation of the talisman in Wang Ming's body, and he can be regarded as a strong man in this rural village.

Occupying this small land and wild temple, the next step is to show his magical powers to the stupid people and collect the power of incense.

At night, Wang Ming released a divine power to search the wishes of every villager in the village, and after a circle, Wang Ming selected a village woman from the butcher's house in the village. This family is called Zheng Shi'an, the village woman Zheng Xue lost a full half of a two-foot gold polished hairpin some time ago, this period of time because of this matter is really sleepless day and night, tossing and turning, not eating fragrant, not wanting to drink, sighing is to think that her lost hairpin was stolen from her home by a murderous thief.