Although Song Wuji died, there were things left behind. Ji Xiang was relieved and kicked the pile of yellow talisman papers again. He stretched out his hand to fiddle with it. A large amount of incense came out of it. It was much more than the fire spirit Zheng Dafu.
too much.
Three sticks of incense are considered one serving of incense.
There was too little incense in Zheng Dafu's place. Although he had received incense for fifty years, the incense was not provided to him. Like Ji Xiang when he was in Fuli, he relied on picking up rubbish to strengthen himself.
And since Emperor Jiajing left, he has spent these years basically relying on three sticks of incense every day. He is an incense spirit and must rely on incense to maintain it, otherwise it will disappear.
Ji Xiang only got fifty-seven servings of incense from Zheng Dafu. It can be seen that the small incense was very frugal. After all, from Emperor Longqing to the present, this thing has not had a full meal for about thirty years.
Already.
Ever since Emperor Longqing took away all the sacrificial utensils of Emperor Jiajing, there has been no incense in Longde Hall. For Zheng Dafu, it is not easy to retain his appearance and certain incense power. After all, the emperor is old
My son's inheritance will be used up.
And the amount of incense left by Song Wuji is very huge!
"More than three thousand two hundred portions of incense!"
This is because the Fire Temple is located in the inner city of Shuntian. Since Emperor Jiajing built the outer city, a large number of people have moved out, and the people who remain in the inner city are either rich or noble.
figure.
These people worship temples, not only are they generous, but they are also very diligent. They go there every three or five, which is a lot of money.
Although the year of the sacrifice is not long ago, only two or three months, the number is huge!
The poor offer a stick of incense, the noble offer a pound of incense...
Ji Xiang inherited Song Wuji's large inheritance, and the amount of incense reached more than 3,000. This inevitably made Ji Xiang sigh. He had been picking up garbage in Fuli for a hundred years before he made incense for all people. This guy was nothing more than
A little fire spirit, Li Daitaojiang became the assistant of the God of Fire, and in two to three months he got more than 3,000 servings of incense!
"This is the difference between the poor and the rich!"
Ji Xiang sighed, and at this time, in addition to the incense, there was an additional gain.
The blank divine card in the inner scene of the body suddenly began to glow. In an instant, an invisible force was sucked into Ji Xiang's body from the pile of talismans, and an introduction to this power immediately appeared on the divine card:
[The national prestige of the Ming Dynasty (remaining prestige): The national prestige is far-reaching, caressing the world; thunder, rain, and dew are all God’s grace.]
[The Ming Dynasty's national prestige (remaining prestige) stolen by the fire god Song Wuji has the power to frighten gods, ghosts and ghosts. The national prestige (remaining prestige) is not affected by shock, confusion, illusion, fear, and curse below the ninth realm (except for the Ming emperor).
When in Suncheon Mansion, you are immune to all negative influences.】
A description appeared on the divine tablet, and the moment Ji Xiang gained national prestige, he was suddenly able to detect various movements in all directions. In the Forbidden City, all the palace maids, eunuchs, ministers, and guards were fully aware of their actions!
"Now that I have gained national prestige, I have established a connection with the national prestige in the Forbidden City!"
Song Wuji relied on his national prestige to control the overall situation in the Forbidden City, but the national prestige of the Forbidden City turned a blind eye to him. At this time, Ji Xiang felt that there were three "righteous gods" who were enshrined in the Forbidden City!
Just when Ji Xiang felt the change in his body, Luo Sigong from Longde Hall had come out. The remaining Jinyi guards around him all let out a sigh of relief when they saw Song Wuji being hacked to death.
When Luo Sigong saw Song Wuji's death, he felt great joy for the rest of his life. However, before the joy lasted for a few breaths, this impulse to celebrate his survival immediately turned into great fear!
Song Wuji is dead, but there must be other fire gods! If they want to kill the emperor tonight, there must be no way that only one fire god will appear!
"Taoist Priest! Taoist Priest, we have to hurry up..."
Luo Sigong called Ji Xiang, but he hadn't finished speaking yet.
Ji Xiang turned his head sideways. At this moment, a huge coercion enveloped Luo Sigong. Even if he was a mortal, he could feel a sense of shock. At this time, the person standing in the yard in his eyes was not Ji Xiang, but
Some cabinet ministers, royal princes!
Luo Sigong was shocked, but recovered quickly, and Ji Xiang also realized that he had just sent out the intimidating power of national power. Fortunately, Luo Sigong was only a mortal. If it was some kind of spirit, Ji Xiang's glare just now would have caused the weaker spirit to directly
He will be so shocked that he cannot move.
At this time, Ji Xiang, if he calls these spirits and ghosts to stop, they will really stop!
Ji Xiang marveled in his heart: "Although Song Wuji has become a righteous god, he does not have the name of a righteous god and cannot use his national power. He only uses it to wander around the Forbidden City. Now it is easier for me..."
"Song Wuji, please go with peace of mind. I will carry forward this power and send all your companions and descendants to accompany you, so that the whole family will be in order."
After Ji Xiang thought about it in his mind, he said to Luo Sigong: "This god has been killed by me, so the governor can relax!"
"I still need to prepare some things here, and I also ask the Governor of the Town to find a way to inform the Governor of the North Town to rescue His Majesty as soon as possible!"
When Luo Sigong heard this, he immediately said anxiously: "And without His Majesty's order, Beizhen Fusi cannot enter the Forbidden City!"
"Taoist Master! Our brothers are all mortals and cannot kill these evil gods. The same goes for the remaining Fusi people in Nanzhen! Although those Han generals who guard the banner have palace-banned gold medals, you have also seen that gold medals are useless to these fire gods.
It’s useless!”
"Your Majesty is in danger! Now in the Forbidden City, the only person who can save His Majesty is you! The situation is critical now, please come with me quickly! How can you stay here!"
Of course, Luo Sigong wanted to capture Ji Xiang, the mage, and go with him. If he went there, he would die. Not only would he die, but his death would have no value at all. Giving the Vulcan head in vain would not have any effect. Ji Xiang shook his head.
:
"No, I can't go out now. Killing Song Wuji before cost me too many talismans, and these magic weapons are also worn out. I guess there are three other fire gods like Song Wuji in the Forbidden City!"
"If I don't make preparations, I will die if I go there. Then no one can deal with them."
The three fire gods that Ji Xiang just felt seemed to have slightly lower powers than Song Wuji, but precisely because of this, they could not take it lightly and must be fully prepared.
Ji Xiang thought to himself: Just in time, more than 3,000 pieces of incense were pulled from Song Wuji's body, I want to draw some big talismans!
"Don't panic, Lord Governor. There are still some usable yellow talismans among these blessing saints. If you take all these yellow talismans, you can delay a lot of time."
Luo Sigong had no choice but to have people pick up all the yellow talismans, carry away as many as they could, take them back first, report them as quickly as possible, and leave two small flag officers for Ji Xiang to facilitate communication.
Ji Xiang urged him: "Master Zhenfu, please go quickly. I have my own means to find you."
When the remaining imperial guards left, only two flag officers were left. The two flag officers informed Ji Xiang of their names with great respect.
"Zhuo Deyuan, Xiaoqi of Nanzhen Fusi, thank you Taoist Master for saving your life."
"Nanzhen Fusi Xiaoqi Shi Xiang, thank you Taoist Master for saving your life."
Ji Xiang nodded: "Please wait here for a moment and don't let anyone in. I will write a spell in the hall."