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The loess is the ground, bearing the earth's gas, the white sand is in the river, attracting water vapor, and the glutinous rice is on the top, it has the effect of accumulating the ground and water and the two gases, and suppressing it at the same time.

On the left and right of the incense burner there is a low candlestick with python beads, and each burns a fine mutton fat candle.

On the left side of the desk was a four-foot black sword, and on the right was a stack of yellow rune paper drawn with cinnabar.

The rune paper is just ordinary rune paper, this is drawn by Ao Yan, as for the sword, it is a wooden sword, Ao Yan thought it was also an ordinary sword, but when he didn't want to get it, Fu Zhao trembled violently, only to find that it was not ordinary.

After careful inquiry, I found out that this sword was made.

There is a black gloomy wooden root core in the village Ge Rooster's house, I heard that this was originally a root of a big mulberry tree, which sank in the deep silt at the bottom of the lake for more than 300 years, I don't know how Ge Rooster got it, and hid it as a treasure.

No, Ao Yan needs an old wooden sword in his orders.

Although he didn't say what the wooden sword wanted, the villagers, who had been thirsty for several days, didn't dare to be careless in praying for rain, thinking that the wooden sword also had good materials.

But where is this good material? So I thought of Ge Rooster.

The village chief of this Ge rooster asked him to ask for it, but he didn't give it, and the village couldn't help it, but fortunately, Xin Shi came forward, and this guy was stunned and took it out obediently.

So Wu Liujiu invited a well-known carpenter in the city to make it overnight, and finally the water grinded out, because the surface of the sword was frosted, at first glance it looked like it was made of black iron.

It's just that this one is not thick, and it is just right to make the sword body, but it can't be made into a gauntlet on the sword handle.

The handle of the sword was wrapped with a red silk string, and a hole was punched at the end, and a red tassel was thrown on it, presumably for the sake of good looks.

Indeed, such a swarthy wooden sword without even a handguard seems to be a piece of wooden lump, which is ugly to a certain extent in Wu Liujiu's eyes.

Ao Yan took this sword in his hand and found that it was extremely heavy, because it was made of gloomy wood, and the weight was estimated to be about the same as that of an iron sword of the same size, only to see that the sword body, handguard, and hilt were all in one, and in his opinion, it was tall and tall, and it had the potential to become an artifact.

The reason why I say this is because when I got it, Fu Zhao changed, which showed that this thing was extraordinary.

Coincidentally, within this Fu Zhao, there was already a set of methods for refining magic weapons, but because he didn't have high-quality materials and felt that it was more useful, he never paid attention to it.

The time has come.

The incense case faces east, Ao Yan stands in front of the incense case, on both sides are the fathers and villagers in the village, at a glance, it is densely packed with people, men, women and children.

Ao Yan had a heart, and asked Changming to count, two hundred and eighteen, one is not a lot, and secretly praised Wu Liujiu in his heart for doing things well.

However, many of them are here, but they still look like they are watching a good show.

Because in their eyes, Ao Yan is just a hairless boy with a mouth, who is used to asking Taoist priests in other towns to do it, which one is not a fairy wind and Taoist bones, and the Taoist robe is fluttering, how can there be such a thing?

Moreover, Ao Yan is not unknown to them.

A few days ago, although they heard about Hu Bo's help in beating Xin Shi, they didn't believe it, and they all felt that the old people in the family were dazzled.

At this time, in front of the case, Ao Yan turned his back to everyone, pulled out the small incense that was about to burn out in the incense burner, inserted three finger-thick rhubarb incense and said: "The time has come--open the altar to cast spells--everyone purifies their hearts--pious prayer-"

According to the process, as soon as these words came out, the people on both sides knelt down, closed their eyes and folded their hands.

There are ordinary people in it who are pious, but there are still some people who open their eyes and look at the table from time to time, obviously believing it, and there are even some people, although they are also kneeling, but they have not done anything, this kind of people just don't believe at all, they look like they are watching jokes.

Ao Yan took out a book from his bosom, opened it, and read it.

This is a prayer, something that records the merits of Hubo, generally sacrificed to the god of the land and the like, and must be recited at the beginning of the sacrifice, Ao Yan just prayed for rain and didn't need it, but he didn't understand it, so he mixed the sacrifice and prayer for rain, if an insider saw it, he would definitely laugh.

In the prayer, Ao Yan wrote down his eighteen good things as a Hubo.

He read one, and the villagers below followed suit, and as he read the reader, Ao Yan found that a little golden merit appeared above Fu Zhao in his mind.

After reading it, Fu Zhao's merit actually increased by thirty-six points!

Straight from thirty-four to seventy!

Ao Yan was both happy and worried.

I didn't expect to reap such unexpected benefits, in addition to getting rid of the wicked and doing good deeds, I seem to have found a way to accumulate merit.

I'm worried that I didn't raise the incense this time!

With such trepidation, he finished reading the prayer and burned it.

The sun was in the sky, and not long after the time passed, everyone kneeling on the ground was sweating, and those who did not believe were irritated and complained.

Suddenly, a drenched man in the crowd stood up and scolded in his throat: "This prayer for rain is not a sacrifice!

Hmm--more than a dozen big men stood up to respond.

The weather is hot, people's hearts are already irritable, and they are still basking under the sun, seeing that there is not a trace of clouds in the sky, and those villagers who will be suspicious also begin to turn their heads and ears.

"Give me all quiet! I won't be able to die for a while! I will kneel for me! I will be killed by the old man's whole family!"

Seeing that he was about to lose his control, Wu Liujiu immediately stood up and shouted, and suddenly, those people knelt down again because of the majesty of the old man, and did not dare to whisper any more.

The scene was quiet again.

Ao Yan took a deep breath, picked up the wooden sword on the case, poked a few long rune papers, volleyed them in the air, and tied the tip of the sword.

Swish!

The sword is slashed flat from left to right, and is lit as it passes through the candle.

This scene made those big men who had just settled down snicker.

"Eh, billet, I remember the last time we went to Mayfly Town to see that old way casting spell, but the peachwood sword caught in the talisman paper. ”

"Hi...... I don't know what to do, people have profound mana, excellent Taoism, and eat with 'true' skills-"

The reverse meaning of this is that Ao Yan has no ability at all.

A few people laughed, with a clear meaning.

How could Ao Yan not hear their words, and Ao Yan was also anxious.

In the past few days, the people in the village have been busy with his "magic vessels", but they have not come to the incense, and his incense has passed for two days, and there are only ten ways.

"If Lao Tzu has fifty incense sticks, it will rain immediately and hit you in the face!" Ao Yan said anxiously.

He wielded a flaming wooden sword with the tip of his sword, and his mouth seemed to be chanting incantations and words, and if you listen closely, it is not difficult to see that he is reading the lyrics of "Nunchuck".

Actually, he's trying to figure it out.

Suddenly, he saw Chang Ming standing on the side, his eyes rolled, and his expression became relaxed.

looked at the big men who still didn't buy his account, and sneered in his heart: "Hehe, look at how bold you are." ”

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