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Chapter 298 The Way of Incense

 The backyard of the Taoist temple.

The old Taoist priest is performing rituals, chanting sutras and salvation for Zhao Ping's body lying in the coffin.

At this moment, Jin An hurriedly walked into the backyard, and there were still a lot of traces of incense ash on his hands.

 Eh?

“Little brother, where did you get the ashes on your hands? Why does this ashes look a bit like the ashes from an incense burner?”

 The old Taoist priest noticed the incense ash in Jin An's hand.

The old Taoist priest had just finished speaking, and immediately looked strange. He remembered the conversation with Jin An this morning: "Little brother, you are not really going to pick up the incense ashes of the founder of the Five Zang Taoist Temple, are you?"

 Ahem.

 “Nonsense.”

 “I am not.”

"I don't."

“I took a small amount of insignificant ashes out of my utmost respect and reverence for my ancestor, how could it be considered as a paola? Who do you think I am, Jin An, who has acted openly and aboveboard throughout my life?”

Seeing that the old Taoist priest was still speaking, Jin An glared at the old Taoist priest anxiously: "Old Taoist, aren't you giving Zhao Ping salvation? Aren't you afraid of being disrespectful to the deceased by doing two things?"

 Old Taoist priest: “?”

After Jin An dismissed the old Taoist priest's curious questions for the time being, he returned to the wing and slammed all the doors and windows, leaving the old Taoist priest alone, somewhat confused. He looked at Zhao Pingfa's body in the coffin, and then focused on combing the goat.

Jie Shu sharpened his sword, finally shook his head and continued to do things, to save Zhao Pingfa. The fastest update on the computer::/

 …

As soon as Jin An returned to the wing and closed all the doors and windows, he immediately took out the handkerchiefs wrapped in layers in his arms.

 Imitate the rhythm of the sound of the great road in my mind with a familiarity!

 Edict!

 The familiar tide of the avenue appears.

Jin An watched with joy as the tide of the avenue gradually dissipated, but when the tide of the avenue completely receded, uh, Jin An had a look of astonishment on his face.

 It’s not that the edict failed.

 Instead...

Those incense ash are unremarkable, as if nothing has changed.

 But the tidal scene on the avenue just now was not fake.

 Looking at the Qi Technique!

 Lu Wanbaqian, four hundred and thirty.

 A total of eleven thousand three hundred and twenty-two virtues are missing.

  “!”

Jin An's mouth muscles twitched so hard that he quickly covered his mouth and nose in fear, fearing that he would blow away the 1322 Yin De on the table just by breathing or sneezing.

 At the same time, he was so frightened that he did not dare to issue a second edict.

 “Is eleven thousand three hundred and twenty-two virtuous virtues? The problem should be the number of virtuous virtues...”

 Jin An said to himself.

Then he had a weird look on his face: "If these incense ash are counted in particles, the number would be more than 20,000 to 30,000 at least, right? It should be that out of so many incense ash, only 11,322 incense ash are stained with the Taoist incense letter of the five internal organs."

His spiritual willpower is why he can be sealed by me."

Jin An sat quietly and pondered.

 He did not walk around the house randomly.

 Worried that the air current generated when people move around will blow away the pile of precious virtues on the table.

"If it is true as I suspected, it will be consistent with what the Taoist said this morning. Time has been too long, and the five internal organs Taoist temples have withered for too long. The spiritual thoughts of believers stained by the incense ashes have slowly dissipated, and there are not many left.

"

 After figuring out the reason.

 Now there is another problem before Jin An.

Since the edict was successful, why is there no movement on these incense ashes?

 “Is it the Yuanshen magic weapon? Yuanshen Yuanshen…”

“It seems that we have to wait until dark and Yuan Shen’s night tour to see the extraordinary features of these incense ash...”

With this thought, Jin An carefully packed away the incense ashes in the handkerchief on the table, and then went out to buy a gourd, intending to use it to contain the incense ashes.

The gourd in the folk means a mascot for good luck and protection, and to ward off evil spirits. It is not worth a few coppers, but it is easy to find in folk markets. It is getting dark now, and the curfew will be soon. Jin'an needs to run more.

I can only buy gourds at this place.

 When this is done.

 The sunset and the moon rise.

 The night has fallen.

 The Five Zang Taoist Temple is still in the wing room where Jin An lives.

The lamp oil swayed and danced gently, and the bright lamp oil shined through the window paper into the yard outside. The old Taoist priest was still performing rituals for the corpse in the coffin.

 In the room.

Jin'an controlled the rhythm of his breath, and his familiar spirit came out of his body. The transparent soul saw his own body and a gourd placed on the table in front of him.

That gourd is sallow in color.

This is because the surface of the gourd is coated with wood wax oil and treated with anti-corrosion and moth-proofing.

 At this time, the gourd mouth is opened.

Under the gaze of Jin'an Yuanshen, there was pure and flawless five-color Yang Fire in the mouth of the gourd, rushing out from the mouth of the gourd.

 Concise as a torch.

 It rushed out to a height of three feet.

 Very magical.

 Seeing this scene, Jin An's eyes were filled with joy.

 He was indeed right.

This incense ashes are stained with the power of spiritual aspiration and are the magic weapon of the Yuan Shen, which can only be seen by the Yuan Shen.

With a touch of excitement and expectation, Jin An tried to get close to the gourd mouth and carefully sensed the ashes in the gourd mouth.

 What pure spiritual thoughts.

During the day, it was still an ordinary gray dust, but in the eyes of Jin'an Yuanshen, the crystals looked like five-color cinnabar.

 There are a lot of spiritual thoughts burning in the gourd.

 Count carefully.

 No more, no less, exactly eleven thousand three hundred and twenty-two mental thoughts.

These spiritual thoughts are pure and without impurities. They are the purest and pious aspirations in Taoism.

I don’t know whether it was the relationship between Jin’an’s personal edict or the relationship between the Five Zang Taoist temples and the same origin. When Jin’an Yuanshen tried to control these incense ashes, everything fell into place and went smoothly.

 Jin An’s head was overjoyed.

Then, he began to recite the Dharma Gate formula silently in his mind. According to the method he learned from Mr. Yi and Zhong Laosan last night, under the control of Yuanshen, one after another crystal clear incense ash was like five-color cinnabar, with the purity of incense in the world.

Mental thoughts, with five-color flames that can only be seen by the soul, flew out of the gourd's mouth, forming a blazing, scorching five-color flame, rolling up and down in Jin'an's hand, like an arm moving his fingers.

 Jin An was playful and energetic for a while.

 Having a great time.

These incense ashes carry the pure thoughts of the Yang world that have been accumulated in the five zang Taoist temples for decades. When attached to the Jin'an Yuanshen, the Jin'an Yuanshen is as strong as the east sun, shining horizontally in the sky, and the power of the soul is greatly increased.

 Of course.

The power of these tens of thousands of incense ash.

 Doesn’t it mean that there are tens of thousands of incense believers in Wu Zang Taoist Temple?

These are just the ashes from burning incense.

And when Jin'an sent these incense and ashes to defend against the enemy, it was like a torrent of magma passing through, and a fire was burning, specifically burning the soul and spirit of people, burning over the sky and the earth.

 It was like falling into a world of fire with fire all over the sky and nowhere to hide.

 These are the accumulated accumulations of the Five Zang Taoist Temple over the years.

Its power is so powerful that even Jin An is afraid of it.

Jin An wanted to continue playing, but at this moment, his soul suddenly felt a sharp pain that was almost splitting. This was the result of too much mental exertion.


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