The person who came here is not good, this was the first word that came to the heart of the sad-faced man.
Who is coming? This is the second word that comes to mind.
What power is this?
Do you follow your words?
With just the word "sitting", my body seems to be out of control. There is an irresistible force that suppresses me. I sit on the altar forcibly, and I want to be transformed into a wood carving and clay sculpture again, and I no longer have the ability to act independently.
.
"You, it's you! Thank you for saving me!"
Liu Zimin recovered from the suffocating feeling of helplessness just now. The magic power in his body reappeared and he was in the state of three flowers gathering at the top.
This is orthodox practice with a sect. Xishan Taoist Temple may not be a famous sect in the world, but in the area around Yingtian, it can be regarded as a leader in the monk circle.
Among the young disciples, it is not surprising that those with the best talents have the cultivation level of the Three Flowers. Those sects that are famous in the world, and those with the best talents among the sects, at this age, may
He has become an Earth Immortal.
If there were not a fixed number of twelve years in practice, perhaps the Huang Ting realm and the Xiantian realm would appear one after another.
The Shen family's father and daughter were also in front of the palace gate, looking at the scene in front of them in bewilderment.
"As the Xuezheng of Nanguozijian, I have been to half of the seventy or eighty temples in Yingtian Mansion, and this Tianxu Temple is no exception, but this main hall... I never knew there was another one here.
A great hall...!”
"What kind of gods have been worshiped here since ancient times?"
Shen Jue didn't understand that although this temple was small, it had always been very popular because it enshrined the generals who died here in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty. But now there is an extra hall here, and looking at the layout, it seems that
This is the real main hall.
The incense offered to the gods can kill the dead. These things are more or less heard in the ghost stories in the market, folk ghost stories, or from the mouths of some passing monks. Lonely ghosts with this ability
There are quite a few of them, but they are not gods and they dare to come to any temple to eat incense.
And it is also very particular. If the incense floats straight, they will not be able to eat it. If the incense floats crookedly, it can enter their mouths.
Therefore, in some temples, incense boys are also enshrined. The function of this boy god is to suppress the wind. Without wind, the incense will float straight up and will not be stained by lonely ghosts.
However, something happened that made Shen Jue even more incomprehensible.
I saw Ji Xiang open his mouth slightly at this time.
A moment.
All the yellow and clear incense smells floating in the hall rushed towards Ji Xiang like flowing clouds and mist. They inhaled them all from the mouth and nose, leaving not even a trace of the remaining clouds behind.
On the high platform, the weeping god was also dumbfounded.
Incense....
Got eaten!
This does not mean that he is not in his position, but that in front of him, he makes himself sit down and never stand up again, and then wipes away his incense.
At this moment, there seemed to be a vibration coming from the void, reminding him of the past.
He used to be like this, eating the incense of other gods!
Those who eat other people's incense will eventually be eaten by others?
He is a god, a folk god worshiped by thousands of households. Although now, his temple has long been destroyed in the turmoil of the past, and his existence has changed from a god in the past to a wandering ghost, but...
..After turmoil, there must be reconstruction. The alternation of rise and fall is a cyclical principle in the world.
Even if the temple is rebuilt, the god enshrined is no longer himself.
But as long as he still exists in the temple, he can use this grand incense to reshape his divine body.
Just a little bit is enough.
There is no need to block the way of future gods.
But such borrowing of incense will naturally arouse the suspicion of the incense devotees in the temple.
In the past, there were some individual monks, Taoists, or Buddhist monks who discovered their own identity and existence during the period when they regained their strength. They either opened altars or used talisman water.
, or use Buddhist vows to expel, crush, or save oneself.
No matter what he said or his origin, these monks did not believe him.
But, this is my own temple.
Could it be that after thousands of years, not only did the temple disappear, but he even wanted to consume part of the incense of the later gods, and he was not allowed to do so?
So those people all died, with the help of all kinds of incredible divine powers, and at the same time, it was also because their own cultivation was not good enough.
After that, I no longer had any worries.
Not only do you want to take the incense of the god of future generations, but you also want to make the existence of the god of future generations your own puppet.
There is nothing to be embarrassed about, nothing to feel sad about.
It turns out that my past has long since died with the deaths of those people in the past. After thousands of years of turmoil, how many times has Yingtian Mansion been reduced to ruins and rebuilt again? I am just lucky and have not been in this great turmoil.
He was completely reduced to a lonely ghost. Fortunately, there were still people building temples, and fortunately there were still people offering incense. Even though the object of worship was not him, it still brought him a glimmer of hope.
Therefore, incense is an extremely important thing.
It must not be obtained by outsiders. As long as you master the incense, the body condensed by the gods of later generations can be replaced by yourself, and you can change many identities and continue to survive in the world.
Divine power will no longer weaken, but will gradually increase.
When your strength becomes stronger, no outsider can enter this real palace unless you want to manifest it.
And now.
The monk in front of me.
Dare to eat your own incense!
"You are looking for death!"
The words were shouted loudly, but his buttocks seemed to be coated with glue. No matter how much he moved, he could not stand up. Fighting while squatting would be too humiliating. He felt that his arms were no longer restrained, so his hands instantly became more and more rigid.
Big and long!
The arms snaked and pressed forward.
Then it was broken and turned into incense and disappeared without a trace.
Ji Xiang said: "I have no interest in eating the arm of the God of Fire. All I need is your statue and the one in the side hall. As for you..."
"General Zuo Shou."
"You are the essence of wandering souls gathered in ancient times. Your voice is like a giant tiger's burning stone but the heaven and earth will not stop you. Your experience is also rich, because there are many wandering souls who have become one with you, and those incomplete memories have also become a part of you.
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"Among the folk gods, it is one of the eight extreme gods. It was born from the mutual interaction between the hearts of humans and gods."
"It is a god born from wishes, so it is quite easy to use wishes."
"But you have done a lot of evil things and killed a lot of people. I'm afraid it's time for you to die."
On the altar, the big man was crying with a shocked expression.
Except for King Lu and the others, no one has told his real name for a long time.
The arm was broken in an instant. General Zuo Shou looked at Ji Xiang's calm face, as if he had just had a good meal, and a great fear suddenly arose in his heart.
Destroying incense and eating other people's incense are definitely not behaviors on the same level.
It is easy to destroy the incense. Destroy the temple, destroy the statue, and destroy the soul. Everything disappears, and even those wishes have nowhere to rely on. However, eating incense means that the object of sacrifice has changed in an instant.
He has many thoughts and takes action against strangers.
He even did evil to the devil.
A terrifying sense of oppression suddenly arose in his heart.
Together with evil thoughts, he is no longer a true god.
Those who dare to see the devil without kowtow!
This sense of oppression suddenly caused his own incense to begin to overflow, which frightened General Zuo Shou.
But there should be nothing to fear!
"I don't know what weird magic you used!"
"You black-clothed monster!"
"But I am a god at the earthly immortal level!"
"Even if I'm sitting here, you can't kill me..."
Ji Xiang's voice reached his ears.
"The evil gods stole the folk temples and received the incense from all the people."
"Behead."
Ji Xiang opened his mouth slightly, exhaled, and a white light floated out, which was the Purple Gold Dan Sword.
A flash of glory.
The alchemy sword circled around the god's head, like a glimmer of light, it happened in a blink of an eye and arrived in an instant!
The head of General Zuo Shou was separated from the divine body and flew under the altar. The air of incense had been cut off and could no longer be reunited!
There was also a deep sword mark on the neck of the statue!
The god's head fell to the ground. Ji Xiang stretched out his hand and a burst of vitality enveloped the god's head. Then he waved to Miss Shen and said:
"This god is for you to play with and use it as a target for the golden light spell."
The little girl first entered the practice of spiritual practice and was very curious about everything. Because she had gained wisdom early, she was not too afraid of life and death. Especially the head of General Zuo Shou was not dead yet and still retained consciousness, showing fear.
The color is different from the stiff and numb face of the deceased.
Shen Yixiu suddenly felt sad and said to General Zuo Shou: "You are really pitiful."
General Zuo Shou blinked. His head was suppressed by vitality and he could not use his magic power. He couldn't believe that he, a divine general who was equivalent to an earthly immortal, was actually killed in an instant.
"No...impossible."
"Am I killed?"
Shen Yixiu nodded, and General Zuo Shou's expression changed from stunned to furious!
"I was killed?!"
"I'm... so pathetic!"
Liu Zimin opened his mouth wide on the side, looking at Miss Shen touching the head of the god general, slightly horrified: "Little lady, this guy is not pitiful at all! He just wanted to kill me!"
"I don't know him at all! This kind of god, no...he is a wandering spirit! That's what the senior just said! He is not a god at all!"
"I am God!"
General Zuo Shou was already in anger. Hearing these words, he almost flew into a rage. However, he had no body and only his head was controlled by the vitality of heaven and earth around him. There was no way he could move at all.
"When I was a god, none of your ancestors were born! I have seen Yingtian Mansion destroyed three times and rebuilt three times! How old are you! Damn it, you are not affected by wishes. Why, why did you leave?
Impact! If you were killed by me just now, I would..."
Miss Shen suddenly interrupted: "You are so pitiful."
"You are a gathering of wandering souls, right? Everything you see is the memory of wandering souls, right?"
"You are a god, but who are you? Why do you kill people even though you are a god?"
General Zuo Shou said angrily: "Are you, little girl, laughing at my current appearance?"
"When I was protecting the people as a god, I didn't even know where your ancestors were!"
"I don't need the mercy of mortals! When the people I protected died, the new people forgot about me. I just used incense to restore my existence, and they shouted at me to beat me and kill me."
"Mortal people have no memory, and they are the least aware of good and evil. Whenever someone treats them a little better, they say it is good and take it for granted. However, whenever someone treats them badly, they feel it is evil. And we must kill them all."
"There is no need to pity me, because you don't deserve it either. There are too many gods like me in this world! I have heard of stupid people who burned down the temple because they worshiped in the temple and accidentally got sick when they returned home; I I have also seen people asking gods to show their holiness in temples, but then restraining the gods for their own control!"
"Since I am doing some evil things for others, I had expected to end up like this, but I didn't expect it to come so suddenly!"
Miss Shen said: "But you still protected some people, so you were once a good person."
"Killing is wrong."
General Zuo Shou stopped talking, just laughed angrily, then closed his eyes and waited for death. Miss Shen also chanted the golden light spell in her mouth. The faint golden light was only for beginners, and it needed the help of the spell on her body to cast it. , the power is very weak, maybe it can't even kill ordinary little frogs that are tainted with a little evil spirit.
This debate seems to have no result.
Liu Zimin shook his head repeatedly.
"Who cares about your past? Why should others know about your past experiences? I only know that I almost died and you are not a good person now. That's fine."
General Zuo Shou saw bursts of white smoke from his head.
White smoke burst out of Ji Xiang's body.
Then, he and his god... no, it should be said that his soul and his "people-god identity" that he had cultivated for thousands of years were completely separated.
He was surprised, confused, and finally fell into complete fear.
Not only him, Liu Zimin was also dumbfounded. Only the Shen family and his daughter couldn't understand.
"What are you doing?"
"This, this is the spirit of form, shaping the spirit of form? How could a monk do this?!"
Liu Zimin's eyes widened.
At this time, Ji Xiang used Tongtian Mingyan to capture the identity of the folk god in the statue and condense it into a god.
At this time, Ji Xiang did not know that the gods created by the immortal families in the Changbai Mountain area with the help of a certain heavenly palace in Lishan River were actually very similar to the temporary gods created by Tongtian Mingyan at this time.
With the god in hand, the next step is to use incense to shape the god.
And General Zuo Shou had become a lonely ghost. His head soon began to disappear into nothingness, like black and white smoke, but his eyes were still looking at the new man until the moment before disappearing. The "god" appears.
That is another self.
Shaped by incense, the form and spirit were given by the monk in black. His appearance was exactly the same as his own, except that he lacked the evil heart.
And the bursts of power in Ji Xiang's body finally made him remember what existence it was related to before he died.
"The devil... is shaping the gods..."
"This kind of thing..."
"How is that possible..."
The soul drifted away and died, leaving only the incredible lingering sound.