After repeated experiments, it was determined that the stone statue was not an alienated object with obvious functions like [Psychic Paper], and was incompatible with the alien items in the academy books,
Li Ang finally decided to let Mo Si swallow it to see the effect.
The moment he let go of the restraints, countless ink threads shot out, quickly eroding the stone statue and swallowing it whole.
The dark gold color seems to have become darker?
Li Ang raised his eyebrows, strengthened his spiritual power output to Mo Si, and squeezed his palms.
The strength is also stronger than before, and...
Li Ang listened carefully, and indeed heard some vague voices, like countless people talking at the same time.
"Damn Qianwu, didn't he just become the shopkeeper of Jingde Bank? Who is he? I asked him to lend me a thousand guan for the sake of past friendship, but he refused to change the business."
"It's so hateful. I have been buying horse racing lottery tickets for ten years, but I have never won. It was just the first day that Li Si bought it. How could he win?!"
"Mrs. Wang actually dares to make things difficult for me and make me look embarrassed at the banquet! Wait until my lover comes back from Luoyang..."
...
Mosi has eavesdropping?
No, it's more like...perceiving emotions.
Huai Rui said that after making a specimen of a fluke, he could see the colors on the top of a person's head and distinguish their joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, so he could make smooth progress in his official career.
This ability may come from the stone statue itself, and after Mo Si swallowed the stone statue, she also had similar powers.
Li Ang listened more carefully,
Those little voices seem to be from the neighbors in Jinchengfang, and the content is mostly negative.
Jealousy, hatred, greed, desire, fear, arrogance...
Li Ang slowly exhaled a breath, listening to these sounds, his mood gradually became irritable and depressed.
"I really want to kill that bitch."
"Why isn't he dead yet?"
"I hate it so much."
A large amount of negative emotions flooded into his mind, causing Li Ang to grit his teeth, clenched his fists, and shouted in a low voice: "That's enough!"
Boom——
A green flame exploded on the surface of the ink silk, and it was fleeting.
And those voices immediately subsided.
"Is this... karma fire?"
Li Ang looked at Mo Si with some sparks left in surprise.
Karma fire is not a term specific to Buddhism. In the Buddhist explanation, karma fire is the fire that burns sinners and is the embodiment of sin. The more sins you commit during life, the greater the pain you will suffer after death.
In Xuegong's explanation, karma fire is more like the embodiment of negative emotions.
Under special conditions, people's strong hatred can form flames.
The most reliable evidence can be found in historical materials from the late Sui Dynasty.
When a warlord was leading his troops to massacre the city, a mother who was protecting her children threw a stone into his helmet.
The stone itself has no power, but the warlord spontaneously ignited inexplicably, with green flames burning all over his body.
Any bandit who touches him will be infected by the blue flames, fall into extreme pain, and instinctively run wildly to seek help from others.
The bandits burned one after another, but the people in the city did not suffer much harm.
The city was finally saved, and in order to commemorate the mother, the citizens erected a statue of her in the city.
That city was Xiangzhou, where Yong Hongzhong was born. On the way to Chang'an, he told Li Ang and others this story. It is indeed true.
"The mo silk that swallowed the stone statue can now collect the negative emotions around it and turn it into karmic fire.
What is this? Ghost Rider?"
Li Ang blinked. Since there are few eyewitness records of Yehuo, the Academy did not study it in depth. The last Demon Sect that used Yehuo had already been destroyed by other sects in the chaotic wars in the middle of the Sui Dynasty.
Extinct.
"The absorption of negative emotions can be turned on or off. But it seems that it cannot be directed."
Li Ang gave it a try, and once he used his mind to control Mo Si to absorb negative emotions, all the dark voices on both sides of the street would come flooding back.
"No wonder Ghost Rider always looks like a violent sociopath. Listening to such dark and distracting thoughts all day long will drive you crazy if not crazy."
He rubbed his brows, took out a piece of orichalcum from the box under the desk, and fed it to Mo Si.
The karmic fire formed by negative emotions can only be used temporarily. The strengthening of the ink itself is permanent.
"The special metal we got last time is almost used up, so we have to find a way to get more.
Although there is still some money, there are only two places near Chang'an City where fine gold and other materials can be bought and sold.
One is an auction house under the supervision of the Zhenfu Division, and the other is a ghost market..."
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The winter vacation ended soon, and Li Ang did not find the opportunity to buy metal materials.
Inspections have been stepped up at every gate of Chang'an City.
There are also Zhenfusi soldiers patrolling near the ghost market outside the city.
I don’t know if it’s caused by Huairui’s mutation.
It doesn’t feel like it, after all, that baby is just a third-level alien...
Today is the first day of the fourth year of school. Li Ang walked casually on campus, thinking about things.
"The sun is rising, and a happy new year is coming."
Yang Yu, wearing new clothes, walked over with a smile.
"Happy New Year."
Li Ang waved his palms and said hello.
Yang Yu is having a pretty good New Year. He is a son of the Yang family in Chonghuafang who has been admitted to the Academy after many years. The elders of the family regard him as the hope of the Yang family's future and give him many gifts during the New Year.
The status of Yang Yu's parents in the Yang family has also increased. They took over more businesses and finally felt proud in front of other family members.
Li Ang asked casually: "How are you and Miss Zhang doing?"
"Well, hey, thanks to you, it's okay."
Yang Yu chuckled. After Li Ang proposed the blood type theory last time, Zhang Yuyan's father, who was the Minister of Household Affairs, quietly took the concubine back to the mansion. He also had no idea whether the concubine's child was his biological child.
No more questions.
At that time, it was Yang Yu who funded the settlement of the concubine, mother and son.
With this relationship, he and Zhang Yuyan got to know each other a lot. During the Chinese New Year, he even pretended to invite many classmates of the same grade out to play, but in fact it was just to meet Zhang Yuyan.
Hmm... It feels like you hugged the whole class just to hug one person during graduation.
Young boy.
Li Ang shook his head and sighed at Yang Yu who kept giggling.
"The sun rises, Qilang."
Yong Hongzhong approached from the west gate of the Academy, smiled and said hello, "How was your New Year?"
"It's okay."
Yang Yu nodded, suddenly reacted, and looked at Yong Hongzhong who no longer stuttered in surprise, "Hongzhong, you..."
"No more stuttering."
Yong Hongzhong smiled slightly, "One of the benefits of hiding in the realm is magical, right? I asked Dr. Sun Pu, who teaches us herbal medicine, and he said that there have been cases like mine before.
After a very small number of practitioners improve their realm, the illnesses left over from childhood will be cured without treatment."
"It also has this effect."
Yang Yu and Li Ang were amazed and congratulated each other.
Yong Hongzhong's stuttering symptom seems to be the root cause of whooping cough he contracted when he was a child. In addition, as the son of a governor, people around him have strong expectations for him, and he has been mentally stressed for a long time in a high-pressure environment, which has not improved.
Now that he can recover without treatment, Li Ang and Yang Yu, as friends, are really happy for him.
"It would be great if everyone in the world could practice cultivation."
Yong Hongzhong sighed: "It will save a lot of diseases and a lot of pain."
"Ha, if hundreds of millions of people in the world can practice cultivation, breathe in and out at the same time, and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Wouldn't that mean that the spiritual energy will dry up and all things will wither?"
Yang Yu said casually, "Okay, let's go. There will be a speech during the new school year's wine ceremony."
This chapter has been completed!