Galong danced a Nuo dance, came to Wusang's side, and shouted angrily in a low voice: "What's going on?"
"Senior Brother Ga Long, leave this matter to me." Wu Sang was also startled by Yuan Ming's actions and said quickly.
"I've seen that man twice. He seems to be the pilgrim who learned to make incense from you, Junior Brother Wu Sang. He was so disrespectful to the Lord Hound Tooth God!" Galong's face was full of anger, but it was covered by the dog-head mask. Others
Can't see.
Disrupting the sacrificial ceremony is a great disrespect to the Lord Hound-Tooth God and is a huge taboo.
Moreover, he almost couldn't get off the stage in front of so many pilgrims and believers. If he messed up the most important annual sacrificial ceremony of Jiuli Temple and was accused by the abbot, he couldn't afford it.
"Yes, yes, please calm down. I will give him a good scolding later and give satisfactory compensation to the temple. We still need senior brother to take care of us here, so we must not affect the ceremony." Wusang lowered his voice.
"I'll settle the score with you later!" Garlong Miaozhu glanced at the many pilgrims next to him, scolded him with a slightly calm expression, and continued to dance.
After Wu Sang whispered a confession, he chased Yuan Ming in the direction he left.
Yuan Ming on the other side had already returned to the wing and locked the door.
He filled the table with the various incense-making raw materials he had prepared before, took out a few of them, and prepared to start making incense again. The only difference was that this time he had a new material, which was the one he had just used at the sacrificial ceremony.
Caught incense ash.
"Bang bang bang!"
After a while, there was an urgent knock on the door.
"Yuan Xiaoyou, what's the matter with you? Why are you disrupting Lord Hound Tooth God's sacrificial ceremony?" Accompanied by Wu Sang's angry voice.
"My stomach hurts a little, please don't bother me. And I left my apology at the door. You can take it to Galong." Yuan Ming suppressed the excitement in his heart and shouted.
"Is the illness serious? Does it matter?" Wu Sang said in surprise when he heard this.
"Don't worry, but I need to take a rest now. Don't disturb me until evening." Yuan Ming shouted loudly.
After saying that, he stopped making any response.
Wu Sang tried to push the door open and found that it was locked. He had to stick to the door and listen for a moment, but heard nothing. When he lowered his head, he saw a small bag under the door.
He leaned over and picked up the small bag, weighed it, muttered: "I finally understand some rules", then turned and left.
Inside the house, Yuan Ming was immersed in making incense.
Two hours later, seven or eight long black incense sticks were dried and made and placed neatly on the table.
Yuan Ming couldn't wait to take out the incense burner, inserted a stick of black incense into it, and then lit it on fire.
A wisp of green smoke rose slowly, and an aroma very similar to the original black incense spread. Yuan Ming immediately felt that his vision became blurred, and he felt drowsy.
The Tai Chi pattern on the incense burner also lit up dimly at this moment.
"It works, it actually works."
His previously blessed spiritual inspiration suddenly turned out to be really effective.
Yuan Ming was stunned at first, then smiled, and then his smile gradually widened, and he almost jumped with joy. He never expected that the material he was looking for was actually the pinch of incense ashes on the altar?
But this feeling of joy did not last long, as he could no longer resist the dizziness, and his consciousness sank into darkness.
In an instant, Yuan Ming felt that there was a dazzling light in front of his eyes again, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to block it.
As a result, I suddenly discovered that I couldn't control my hands at all. Not only that, I couldn't even close my eyes or swallow a saliva.
He actually lost control of his body?
Yuan Ming's heart froze, and he was in a daze for a moment, but he immediately came back to his senses because he could clearly see the surrounding scene.
I am standing in front of a lake with pleasant scenery, surrounded by green grass, flowers, trees and grass. On the other side of the lake, there is a two-story building built by the water, decorated in a simple and elegant way.
, tranquil yet solemn.
The next moment, his heart skipped a beat.
Through the corner of his eye, he saw clearly the handsome young face reflected in the lake. It was the young emperor of the Jin Dynasty from before.
The young emperor did not wear a golden dragon robe, but a bright yellow outfit that looked quite close to the body.
At this moment, he was standing in a horse stance with a solemn expression, his right arm was raised, an index finger was raised straight up, his left hand was tightly clasped at the wrist of his right hand, and he was muttering something in his mouth.
Just when Yuan Ming was a little confused about what the young emperor was doing, he stopped speaking the curse and raised his index finger half an inch above the tip. The void fluctuated slightly, and a few sparks appeared out of thin air, followed by a "sizzle".
A red fireball the size of a baby's fist appeared.
Suddenly, Yuan Ming felt an obvious feeling of heat coming over his face, and the temperature around him was also rising steadily.
"Could this be practicing the fireball technique?" Yuan Ming thought.
This is not the first time he has seen the Fireball Technique. Just like his Wood Thorn Technique, it can be regarded as the most basic and common entry-level attack spell among fire attribute spells. Many Qi Refining Stages with Fire Spirit Roots
A monk can do it, but he has not learned it due to some reasons, the most important of which is that he does not have so much time to practice repeatedly.
Now that I am possessed by the young emperor, although I cannot control his actions and speech as before, I can still clearly feel the flow of mana in his Dantian and meridians throughout his body during the process of releasing the fireball technique, and even other
The mantras recited in his mouth can also be heard clearly.
After the young emperor condensed the fireball at his fingertips, he had no intention of releasing it. Instead, he continued to mobilize the magic power in his Dantian and injected it into the ball of fire, causing it to slowly expand and change in color from red to lighter.
, tends to light yellow.
"Is this really a fireball technique...Why do I always feel a little weird?" Yuan Ming looked at the fireball and felt that it was a little different from what he had learned before.
The ordinary fireball technique is basically to condense it and release it directly, just like using the wood thorn technique. I have never heard of it being able to grow bigger by continuously injecting mana.
Just when the young emperor was sweating all over and his forehead was dripping from the heat of the fireball, the fireball at his fingertips finally stopped growing in size.
Yuan Ming, who was in the same perspective as him, understood that this was because there was not much mana left in the young emperor's dantian.
The fireball, which was the size of an adult's head, also persisted for two or three breaths before suddenly breaking into tiny sparks and dissipating in the air.
Before Yuan Ming could think about it, his vision went dark, and he immediately lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, what he saw in his field of vision was the furnishings in the wing room of Jiuli Temple again.
There was a stick of black incense stuck in the incense burner in front of him, and the other lit stick next to him had been completely burned out, leaving only the last bit of flame that was gradually extinguished.
The light of the Tai Chi pattern on the incense burner has also become dim.
"Just now, I succeeded? And it was the original little emperor?" Yuan Ming stared at the burned incense and thought.
His homemade incense finally realized the soul-possessing function of the original black incense for the first time, and he also realized the magical fireball technique performed by the little emperor. However, the time was really short, and it seemed that it only took ten or twenty breaths.
Kung fu, it's back again.
But finally it worked!
Yuan Ming felt excited in his heart. He raised his fist and waved it vigorously. He opened his mouth and roared silently. At this moment, he only felt this hut, this temple, this Iron Tiger Town, the river, Dachuan, Southern Xinjiang, Dajin and even the far east.
The sea and everything in the world are no longer shackles.
The second half of the Nine Yuan Jue... and even other better techniques may become possible!
Yuan Ming was excited for a long time before he calmed down. The control brought by the aura gradually faded away, and his mind gradually calmed down. He felt as if he had succeeded, but it was not a complete success.
"Although we have successfully made an incense that can possess people, it seems that there are still many problems. Regardless of why we cannot control the little emperor's actions, the possession time alone is far from the original incense." Yuan Ming was a little bit.
He thought with disappointment.
However, Yuan Ming was a little happy in his heart. After all, he was able to successfully achieve soul subjugation and possession. He found the most critical material, incense ash, which was already a huge breakthrough. Inspiration accounted for 99% of the success. The next step is the hundred
One-third of the effort.
He believes that the one percent cannot stand in the way of his success.
The materials currently being tested are not exactly the same as the original incense, so it is naturally impossible to achieve the original possession time and effect.
As long as we slowly look for suitable materials in the future, the effect will definitely get better and better.
Yuan Ming pondered to himself and looked at the other black incense sticks on the table.
The rest of these incense are also made from the same batch of materials mixed together. Even if they can help him achieve possession, the effect will definitely be very different.
So we have to continue to experiment, and of course, we have to continue to use mana to help the incense burner recover.
However, the next test will not be until seven days at the earliest.
In the evening, Yuan Ming walked out of the wing and saw Wu Sang walking towards him with an unhappy look on his face.
"Yuan Xiaoyou, do you need to give me another explanation for your rude behavior today? Senior Brother Galong is still very dissatisfied. He has already asked me to expel you from the temple." Wu Sang asked accusingly as soon as they met.
Of course, a considerable part of the reason was that after most of the small amount of compensation was distributed to senior brother Ga Long, he was scolded severely by Ga Long and even the abbot, and his soul was severely traumatized.
You have to add money!
However, at this time, Yuan Ming actually didn't care anymore.
He has mastered the art of making incense, and now he has found the key to making incense. It doesn't matter whether he stays here or not.
"Oh, isn't that apology enough?" Yuan Ming asked.
"Senior Brother Garong is ruthless. Without my mediation, he would have driven you out long ago! You have to show some sincerity today, otherwise I won't be able to explain here." Wu Sang shouted angrily.
"Compensation is no problem, but you also have to do me a little favor." Yuan Ming thought for a while and replied with a smile that was not unusual on his face.