After making a bet with the stingy master, Taoist Master Four Eyes, Zhang Ziyu was immediately interested. After having dinner cooked by his senior brother, he went into his room with the secret book and started studying.
Zhang Ziyu is still quite confident, even though he is a free and easy person who fishes for fish and is lazy.
But when it comes to cultivation, even if you put aside elixirs like the Xiaoyin Blood Peiyuan Pill, it is still very good, at least better than Taoist Master Four Eyes and the others.
Moreover, his current cultivation level is definitely a little better than when Taoist Priest Four Eyes first came into contact with the secret art of God. His energy and blood are like mercury, and the ancient martial arts master is also a billion points better than his master.
With these two innate conditions, Zhang Ziyu said how could Feilongqi lose?
However, Zhang Ziyu, who was full of confidence, became a Muggle after studying it for a night.
He didn't even think about the first method of inviting gods. After all, there were no gods in this world, so it was basically impossible to invite these great gods.
His first choice is naturally the second incense divine power.
In the first half of the night, Zhang Ziyu studied the secret techniques of Shen Da, and then tried to practice Qi cultivation.
Shen Da Mystic Technique is not about cultivating the correct method, but is about the use of true energy, that is, the use of magic techniques.
After all, Zhang Ziyu's talent is not bad, and he has already crossed the threshold of the first level in the movement of Qi and the use of magic skills in a short time.
Everything is ready, just as Zhang Ziyu imagined.
When he was happy, Zhang Ziyu even fantasized about how his stupid master would be punished by him the next day.
However, in the middle of the night, Zhang Ziyu felt numb.
From the Jade Emperor to the Prince of Biancheng and the Land, Zhang Ziyu invited them one by one, but none of them responded to the incense power of the gods.
It's so bullying. Even if an ordinary person prays to God, there will still be some movement during the chanting.
How come he was a Taoist priest from Maoshan but there was no sound at all?
"That's weird. Could it be that the master had predicted my prediction and made me a fake to deceive me intentionally? It's only right that the master and the disciple are not the same."
Although he knew that his master had no moral integrity, he still had a bottom line, and it was still a matter of cultivation, so he would not make random jokes.
Zhang Ziyu bit the bullet and studied for the rest of the night, and finally discovered the problem with a chicken coop and panda eyes.
Being dishonest and not having a medium to invite God was the fundamental reason why he couldn't invite the divine power of incense.
"You're careless. In the first half of my life, I only believed in Marx and Engels. When I came here, I just maintained awe, but I didn't have devout faith. No wonder I couldn't invite you."
Zhang Ziyu still maintains respect for all gods, but he is far from being a believer.
If he is successful in practicing the secret art of divine fighting, then this is still a small problem. He can just introduce the divine power of incense into his body at his fingertips.
But now, if you are just getting started, you can’t even think about it.
Early the next morning, when Zhang Ziyu walked out of the house, Taoist priest Si Mu was already standing outside the house pretending to be cleaning.
"Young, good disciple, why are you so haggard? You haven't slept all night, right?"
"hehe"
"There is no need to rush when it comes to cultivating the secret arts. I also asked for the divine power of incense and it took me seven days. Take your time, take your time. As a teacher, there is no need to rush."
Zhang Ziyu rolled his eyes, as for that, as for that, he came early in the morning to block me, not to mention that he also restricted the time for activating the incense's divine power, right?
"Master, I am your chosen disciple, right? What about that?"
Taoist priest Simu said matter-of-factly: "Yes, I picked you up, right?"
Zhang Ziyu: What the hell?
I made a note in my notebook that I will have to remove the oxygen tube if I catch a cold in the future.
Zhang Ziyu wrote down his grudge, and then said: "Master, idol, token."
Based on his understanding of his master, his master definitely prepared a statue or token for him to use as a gift to the gods, and this thing was probably prepared several years ago.
After all, the technique of their lineage is the secret technique of divine attack. Whether it is Zhang Ziyu or senior brother Jiale, they will practice it when their cultivation level is about the same.
As for statues of gods and tokens, it is not something that can just be created. At least, they must be made offerings and absorb a certain amount of incense, so that they can continuously gather the divine power of the incense.
The four-eyed Taoist priest narrowed his eyes, touched his beard, and said to him: "Oh, I think that when my master and I were practicing this magical secret technique on Maoshan Mountain, we didn't use any medium."
Oh, I see you in Tuqiongdagger.
Zhang Ziyu rolled his eyes and finally said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I admit defeat."
Isn't this what Taoist Master Simu was waiting for? He deceived his disciples without any discussion and laid the groundwork for so long just to tell his disciples that Jianghu is dangerous.
"Over there in the ancestral hall, there is a small bronze sword on the ancestor's altar. That thing is yours, go and get it."
After Zhang Ziyu heard this, he went straight to the ancestral hall without looking back, entered the ancestral hall, and came to the ancestor's shrine where he usually worshiped. Sure enough, four things were enshrined inside.
The statue of the ancestor is enshrined in the middle, and there is a whisk on top of the statue.
There is one thing on the left and right of the statue, a Bagua mirror on the left and a palm-sized bronze sword on the right.
After practicing the secret art of divine fighting, Zhang Ziyu discovered that these four things all contained the rich divine power of incense.
Among them, the most powerful ones are the idols and whisks. These two items were brought down from Maoshan Mountain by Simu. It can be said that they have been worshiped for so many years, and the accumulated incense power is the strongest.
The Bagua Mirror and the small bronze sword were refined later after Jiale and Zhang Ziyu were accepted as apprentices.
He was already proficient in the secret art of divine warfare. After refining two magical weapons, he enshrined them and used secret techniques to condense part of the divine power of the ancestor's incense on them, and the two became a medium for praying to the gods.
With these two things, no matter how stupid the two apprentices are, they will not be unable to activate the divine power of incense and enter the door where the gods cannot be invited.
"The middle-grade magic weapon is about to reach the upper-grade magic weapon. The stingy master is really thoughtful."
Zhang Ziyu picked up the palm-sized bronze sword, and after feeling it for a moment, he knew that this small sword was not ordinary.
It can be seen that the master really cares about him and his senior brother Jiale, and has thought of most things.
Forget it, I won’t remove his oxygen tube from now on, and will add two more dishes for the Chinese New Year.
After getting the small bronze sword as a medium, Zhang Ziyu ate breakfast in a hurry, and then ran back to his room again.
Jiale was stunned for a moment and asked: "Master, why is junior brother so anxious to eat? It's not like him."
"Pa"
"You bastard, you can't learn from your junior brother. He is practicing hard. Clean up the bowl quickly, and then go to the yard to do a set of Baguazhang."
"Yes...Master."
After being scolded, Jiale quickly cleaned up and immediately went to the yard to start practicing.
And Zhang Ziyu in the room also began to try to invite a god for the first time.
"The sky is clear and the earth is full of energy. The true spirit of our ancestor shows great power. My disciple Zhang Ziyu pays homage to my ancestor as urgently as an order."
With the pinch of the magic formula and the recitation of the formula, Zhang Ziyu's true energy circulated in his body, and then the small sword in his hand shimmered.
Suddenly, Zhang Ziyu felt that a lot of incense and divine power had entered his body, and his energy and energy suddenly rose to a higher level. In this state of praying to God, his whole person became a bit more serious and full of majesty.
"What a huge increase."
His body was filled with true energy, and Zhang Ziyu felt that his strength had become stronger.
Before, he was only at the sixth level of Qi training. After this first level of praying to the gods, he suddenly felt that he could fight with people at the ninth level of Qi training, and that he would win in all likelihood.
This is not Zhang Ziyu's exaggeration, but his physical body is full of energy and blood. As a master of ancient martial arts, he naturally carries a lot more incense and divine power, and his cheating is so smooth.
Zhang Ziyu estimated the time and found that in this state, his energy and energy would last for half an hour, enough to cope with most situations.
"It's done, now it's time to find a way to save the unfortunate Uncle Qianhe."