After Yuan Ming took the black incense to investigate, he found that the incense still did not have any spiritual power fluctuations. Like many previous studies, there should be no spiritual materials in the material. Even so, there are so many types of mortals in the world, how to be sure?
He carefully recalled every detail of the past two times when he burned incense.
Yuan Ming just sat quietly like this, not eating or drinking, and he was already crazy.
One day, two days, three days.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Yuan Ming dragged his tired body and stood up to open the door. Wu Sang walked in and said happily: "This time I can confirm that one of the materials is very close to pine wood powder."
"Is it similar to pine wood powder? I see, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wu Sang." Yuan Ming nodded and said without any joy in his expression.
In hundreds of previous attempts, he had already added pine wood powder.
Even if it's just pine wood powder, so what?
"Xiaoyou Yuan, with all due respect, your black fragrance seems nothing special at first glance, but after a period of exploration, I feel that this fragrance is extraordinary. As long as you put more thought and time, you can always succeed. You don't have to go overboard.
Anxious." Wu Sang consoled him.
If he had only helped Yuan Ming purely for money before, at this moment, he really became interested in the mysterious Heixiang. The appearance of this Heixiang rekindled his desire to win.
Yuan Ming forced a smile. His time away from the sect was limited and he could not stay here in Jiuli Temple for a long time.
Once you return to the sect, it is impossible to purchase countless incense-making materials and experiment one by one. In addition, you have a lot of things to do, so there is no hope of successful imitation in the short term.
That's it, that's all, go back to the sect.
"Little friend, listen to my advice. You are a little impatient. Our incense making is actually a slow and meticulous work. It is better to go out and relax, calm down and come back to continue. Today is the annual Hound Tooth God Sacrifice in the temple.
You can go and pay your respects during the grand ceremony." Seeing that Yuan Ming didn't speak, Wu Sang hesitated for a moment and said.
Yuan Ming was not interested in this kind of secular worship of ghosts and gods, and did not think it really existed.
He shook his head and was about to refuse, but then he thought again and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.
In the eyes of ordinary people, my cultivation can be regarded as a legendary god.
"The Hound Tooth God lives in the heavenly palace in the clouds and can observe all things. As long as you pray sincerely, maybe he can project his sight over and help you complete the incense making." Wu Sang saw Yuan Ming's move and said again.
"Can the Dog Tooth God help me?" Yuan Ming said with a slight sarcasm.
"A sincere heart will lead to success, so why not give it a try?" Wu Sang said with a smile.
"Haha, I've been making trouble in the temple for many days, so I should buy an incense stick because of my emotions and reasons." Yuan Ming also said with a smile, he has really been addicted to making incense these days, and has become a little crazy. Look at them pretending to be gods and ghosts.
, it is also a good thing to relax and calm down.
So under the leadership of Wu Sang, he came to the main hall and found that there were obviously more people offering incense in the temple today than in the past.
An altar was erected in front of the statue of the Dog-Tooth God at some time, and a temple priest wearing a priest's robe and a tiger-head mask was dancing on it, sometimes dancing with his hands, sometimes dancing with his feet, and sometimes kneeling before the statue of the Dog-Tooth God.
Yuan Ming knew that this was a dance performed to worship gods in southern Xinjiang, and was only danced during some grand celebrations or festivals.
"The sacrificial ceremony is being performed now." Usang explained softly.
Yuan Ming nodded slightly and joined the crowd of people offering incense.
The altar table in front of the statue of the Hound-Tooth God is filled with bunches of incense. The slowly rising smoke condenses on the face of the Hound-Tooth God, making it blurry and adding a sense of mystery.
Group after group of people from southern Xinjiang came forward to offer incense and pray sincerely. The entire courtyard was enveloped in a solemn atmosphere, and Yuan Ming couldn't help but feel deeply moved when he was in it.
He recalled the last time he possessed Wang Shun and saw the people praying for blessings outside the Chenghuang Temple. He seemed to have the same unspeakable emotion that day.
He looked around at the people in southern Xinjiang. They all had solemn faces and pious expressions. Some put their hands together on their foreheads, or put their hands on their chests. They all seemed to want something and they all respected them sincerely.
As the crowds of people gathered, pilgrims came forward one by one, offered incense to the statue, knelt down and worshiped, and then left.
Everything was in order, no one needed to say or do anything, everyone followed the rules and did not dare to do anything disrespectful to the gods.
Yuan Ming also followed the crowd and stepped forward.
What was different from others was that what he held in his hand was an incense stick made by himself. After lighting it on the candle, blue-white smoke rose up, emitting a slightly unique aroma.
Yuan Ming followed the example of those common people, put the incense between his eyebrows, bowed three times to the canine-tooth statue, and inserted it into the incense burner.
Due to the slightly heavier force, his two little fingers were completely pressed into the incense burner, staining a lot of incense ashes.
After placing the incense sticks, Yuan Ming put his fists on his heart, knelt on the futon, kowtowed and prayed silently in his heart: his parents are safe, his cultivation is successful, and every disaster can be turned into good luck.
Strangely enough, when he followed this ritual, the distracting thoughts and anxiety in Yuan Ming's heart disappeared, as if his soul had been soothed, and his mind became surprisingly calm.
After he kowtowed for the last time, when he raised his head, his eyes couldn't help but look at the statue of the Hounds Tooth God on the high platform.
At this moment, the statue was surrounded by smoke, and its face became even more blurry under the smoke.
Just when he was in a daze, the people in southern Xinjiang behind him were already whispering to him to get out of the way.
After Yuan Ming got up, he walked towards the entrance of the temple.
Wu Sang was standing there waiting.
"How's it going? Have you received any revelation from Lord Hound Tooth God?" Usang asked.
Yuan Ming said nothing and shook his head.
"Perhaps it's not the right time yet, or perhaps Lord Hound Tooth God hasn't felt your sincerity yet." Wu Sang glanced at Yuan Ming and sighed with meaning.
Are you sincere and do things for money?
"Maybe... Wusang, have you ever listened to the instructions of the Hound-Tooth God?" Yuan Ming asked in return.
"The Hounds Tooth God never speaks to people, but his guidance is in the sound of the wind, in the surging clouds, in the stars in the dark night, and in the dreams of the lost." Wusang was stunned, and then shook his head.
He smiled and said that this sentence was something he had always heard from the temple blessing, and he blurted it out naturally.
When Yuan Ming heard this, he said noncommittally: "No matter how beautiful your words of praise to God are, God can't hear them. If God is effective, you won't lose everything and hide here!"
Wusang's smile disappeared in an instant, and Na Na whispered: "No, no, that's because I'm not pious enough..."
At this moment, a clear and sweet bell sounded. The sound was so penetrating that it seemed to hit the soul directly.
Yuan Ming followed the sound and saw a tall man wearing a dog-head mask and a ragged robe sewn with various strips of cloth. He held a brass bell in one hand and a delicate brass sword in the other.
He came jumping all the way from outside.
"Senior Brother Galong is about to dance the Nuo dance. Make way for him." Wu Sang said, pulling Yuan Ming to the door to avoid it.
Everyone in the temple also dispersed around, leaving the middle area open.
The masked Garon jumped into the center of the square, chanting incomprehensible prayers and shaking the bell as he danced.
Yuan Ming could understand the southern Xinjiang dialect, but he really couldn't understand the prayers with very unique rhythm and tone. However, the ringtone, which was not very frequent, hit his heart every time.
He couldn't help but think of Biluo Cave, with its soul-stirring silver-white bells.
Yuan Ming watched for a while and then planned to leave, but Wu Sang held him back.
"You have to finish watching the Nuo dance after you have started watching it. It is a rare moment when the Hound-Tooth God comes. It is taboo to leave now, as bad luck will befall you." Wusang said with a serious expression.
"I don't believe it." Yuan Ming said.
Can a gambler who has exported his soul really have a pious heart?
Thinking of this, Yuan Ming couldn't help but chuckle.
Amidst the rhythm of the prayers and the ringing of bells, Yuan Ming slowly cast his gaze on the incense burner on the altar.
Smoke was rising from the long incense stick inside, and the burned out incense ashes slowly fell off and settled in the incense burner. There were nearly a hundred years of incense ashes accumulated in the incense burner on the altar!
He couldn't help but clenched his fists, feeling the ash that had just been stained on his skin.
At this moment, a flash of light flashed through Yuan Ming's mind, like an electric shock.
That spiritual light had completely controlled Yuan Ming's thoughts and dominated Yuan Ming's body. The next moment, he stepped forward in one step, like a swimming fish, and passed by Ga Long who was dancing the Nuo dance.
Then, under the astonished eyes of everyone, he arrived at the incense table.
Garong couldn't help but stop dancing, while Wusang couldn't react for a while.
Yuan Ming ignored the reactions of others, stretched out a finger and inserted it into the incense burner. The storage ring on his finger lit up and collected some incense ash. He turned around and ran out of the square, disappearing from everyone's sight.
inside.
There was a dead silence in the hall at first, and then a commotion broke out.
The pilgrims had different expressions, some were confused, some were angry and accused, and some knelt down to pray, begging the gods for forgiveness.
No one understood what the young man had done or why he suddenly acted like this. Some people began to curse in a low voice.
Galong had never seen such a situation before. His body was frozen, neither jumping nor jumping, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.
Wu Sang did not want his sponsor to be expelled, so he temporarily put aside his devotion to the gods, so he had to step forward and said loudly:
"Don't panic, he may have been guided by the gods. This is the blessing of the Hound Tooth God, coming again."
After everyone heard this, they stopped being angry and knelt down one by one to pray. Galong breathed a sigh of relief and continued to shake the brass bell in his hand, while he jumped up and down while mumbling something.