"Wha... what are you busy with?" Wu Sang hesitated as Yuan Ming laughed so hard that he felt a little nervous.
"I want you to collect all the incense ashes from the incense burners on the altar in the temple hall. After you finish the work, I'm willing to give you ten silver coins. How about that?" Yuan Ming asked.
It's not impossible for him to secretly collect it himself, but he doesn't want to waste too much time. These gold and silver in the mortal world are of little value to him, and he also received a compensation from the old cigarette bag not long ago.
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"What do you want the ashes for?" Wu Sang's heart skipped a beat when he heard "ten silver coins". He thought of what happened during the day and asked with a frown.
"Whenever I get sick in my hometown, I have to take incense ash and drink it with water. I suddenly had a stomachache this morning." Yuan Ming admitted generously.
"Take incense ash to treat illnesses? There is also such a folk remedy here." Wu Sang said noncommittally, but in his heart he was quite dissatisfied with Yuan Ming's treatment method.
"If you don't want to, I can go directly to Zhu Na of Galong Temple. I believe he will be willing to treat illnesses and save people." Yuan Ming rolled his eyes and said.
"Haha, this would be too much trouble. Besides, Senior Brother Galong is still angry, so don't provoke him. When everyone has a rest at night, I will help you with this matter. You don't need to trouble others. Take care.
Wu Sang laughed and said quickly.
After Yuan Ming sent Wu Sang away, he returned to the house, started to use his magic power, and went to the incense burner once.
He suddenly thought of the scene where the little emperor concentrated on practicing the "Fireball Technique", and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.
He subconsciously imitated the little emperor's appearance and spread his legs into a horse stance.
Closing his eyes, he carefully recalled the process of mana running in his body at that time, as well as those spells, then he opened his eyes, stretched out his arm, raised his index finger, and began to activate the mana.
Not long after, fire flashed above his fingertips, and with a "sizzling" sound, a fireball about the size of a walnut kernel appeared out of thin air.
Although the fireball didn't look big, a scorching heat spread throughout the room as the fireball appeared.
Yuan Ming looked at the "Fireball Technique" he had used for the first time, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. It seemed that he had a good talent for learning spells.
He stared at the small fireball on his fingertips, observed it carefully, and compared it with the fireball technique Chen Wan used in his memory. It seemed that there was no difference except for the size.
Could it be that the key to this spell is that the little emperor continuously injects mana to make the fireball grow larger and increase its power?
This speculation was quickly suppressed by him temporarily.
Firstly, since he was currently in a mortal place, it was really inconvenient to continue studying the fireball technique. Secondly, he wanted to find out the key to the possession of burning incense, and did not have much energy to consider other details.
In the early hours of that night, Wu Sang came over cautiously, carrying a heavy cloth bag, like a thief.
Yuan Ming checked it and found that it was no different from the incense ashes he got during the day. It was indeed the incense ashes accumulated on the incense table for many years, so he gave Wu Sang ten silver coins.
After Wu Sang cared about Yuan Ming's condition for a few words, he left happily: "Sure enough, the drug store is the most profitable business. That's right. After paying off the debt, will you consider doing this business? If you can't eat it, you can't save it.
Live, no risk, guaranteed harvest in droughts and floods!”
Yuan Ming was not interested in paying attention to Wu Sang's petty thoughts, and continued to practice while channeling his magic power to help the incense burner recover.
In the next seven days, he hardly went out, and Wusang rarely came to see him again.
This morning, the Tai Chi pattern on the incense burner finally lit up with a hazy light.
Yuan Ming couldn't wait to pick up a thumb-thick piece of black incense from the table and inserted it into the incense burner.
In order to prolong the period of possession, he mixed three times the amount of incense ash into the incense stick, and also increased the amount of other ingredients.
After Yuan Ming locked the door, he lit the black incense.
As the green smoke rose, that familiar feeling came over again. Yuan Ming rubbed his hands, filled with anticipation.
When he woke up from the darkness again, he immediately opened his eyes and looked around.
This time, he did not see the splendid palace, nor smell the scent of refreshing spices. Instead, there was a scent of powder that penetrated his nostrils.
What he saw was a boudoir with light gauze curtains.
He secretly felt something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to touch his cheek, but found that his possessed body did not move. It seemed that just like last time, he had no control over the body's actions.
He couldn't even move his eyes. What he could see in his sight was only the area that could be seen by this body.
Fortunately, at this time, the owner of the body lowered his gaze, and Yuan Ming saw two bulging peaks and a snow-white arm propped up on the table. Looking at what he was wearing, it was a woman's dress.
"It's not the little emperor, nor the groom, but a woman..." Yuan Ming secretly cursed.
At this time, the owner of the body stood up, but accidentally knocked the table with a "clang" sound.
"Xiaoyuan, what are you doing?" A slightly scolding voice came from outside immediately.
Xiaoyuan? Is this the name of the owner of this body?
Immediately afterwards, Yuan Ming heard a crisp voice coming from "himself": "It's okay, I knocked my foot..."
At this time, the beaded curtain outside the gauze tent was lifted, and a beautiful-looking woman walked in from the outside. She was wearing the same clothes as Yuan Ming at the moment.
Yuan Ming took a moment to look at them and realized that they were all wearing maid's attire.
"Xiaoyuan, I asked you to help the young lady get a fan. What are you doing here? Mr. Lin will be here soon, and you are still lingering here?" The Qingli maid scolded.
"I don't know why, I just felt a little dizzy..." Xiaoyuan said in a weak voice.
"You just like to be lazy." Qingli, the maid, raised her orchid finger, nodded, and said.
"I……"
Unexpectedly, before Xiaoyuan finished speaking, Yuan Ming became dizzy again.
The next moment, his consciousness sank into darkness.
When he woke up again, he was still sitting in the temple wing, and the thick black incense in the incense burner in front of him had burned out.
"The time seems to be about the same. It's not much longer than last time..." Yuan Ming picked up the incense burner and looked helpless.
As for the Tai Chi pattern on the incense burner, it has naturally been extinguished again.
"It seems we have to keep trying." Yuan Ming adjusted his mood and said.
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In the next month, Yuan Ming successively used different materials and incense ash to make black incense.
I tried four times in total, and once possessed Wang Shun, but the result was the same every time. Not to mention that the possession time was short and hasty, and I was unable to control the free movement of the host, and there was no time to investigate and verify my identity.
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This left Yuan Ming speechless.
Seeing that it was time to return to the sect, he decided to make one last attempt before leaving.
He took out a spiritual stone from the storage ring, smashed it into powder, and added it to the spices.
With the addition of spiritual stone powder, there was a weak spiritual power fluctuation in the spices.
Then, Yuan Ming took out some incense ash and added it to the spices.
As various materials were mixed and stirred, another batch of incense sticks was successfully produced by Yuan Ming.
This time, the specifications he produced returned to the original style, and he no longer made the exaggerated and thick fragrance.
However, after the incense was finished, Yuan Ming found strangely that he could no longer feel the spiritual energy fluctuations from it.
"Could it be said that the spiritual power has escaped?" Yuan Ming was confused.
But he didn't think much and lit the black incense again.
But this time, before he lit the incense, he kept chanting "Little Emperor" in his heart, hoping to possess him again.
I have burned the incense stick many times before, but it was only when I burned it on the little emperor that I got the greatest benefit.
In addition to pouring mana into the incense burner to help it recover these days, Yuan Ming couldn't help but ponder the weird "fireball technique" in his spare time.
Because when he possessed the little emperor, he truly observed the process of releasing the spell with empathy, and even felt the flow of mana in the little emperor's body when he performed the spell. Therefore, Yuan Ming came back to study carefully, and combined with his previous experience, he quickly understood
Learned.
It's just that it hasn't reached the level of the little emperor's magic yet.
Yuan Ming still hoped that he could possess the little emperor again, and it would be best to experience the process of his magic again.
"It must be the little emperor, it must be the little emperor..." Yuan Ming was still shouting wildly in his heart until his consciousness completely fell into darkness.
The next moment, his vision finally lit up again.
He saw a beautifully carved dragon chair and a table piled with memorials.
"Your Majesty, why don't you rest for a while before continuing?" At this time, a somewhat shrill voice sounded.
Hearing this, Yuan Ming's host turned his eyes and saw a young father-in-law dressed in eunuch clothes, holding a bowl of ginseng tea and serving him.
"It's really the little emperor. He actually possesses the little emperor..." After Yuan Ming confirmed this, he suddenly fell into a huge surprise.
This means that a conjecture he has always had has been initially verified.
His possession is not really random and disorderly, but is closely related to the things or people he cares about and cannot be separated from it.
"Dealing with these government affairs is really boring, but it is still fun to practice. I was so stupid before that I refused to practice. Next time the Imperial Master comes, my explosive technique will definitely surprise him." At this time, Xiao Xiao
The emperor spoke.
Yuan Ming could clearly feel the excitement in his mood, and he was even a little excited to try it.