After removing the five animals and gathering the farmers again, Qian Duofu held a red cloth handkerchief in his hands and turned behind the statue.
There is a gap left behind the statue.
Qian Duofu respectfully opened the veil, carefully picked up three feathers and put them into the gap, and then carefully sealed the gap himself.
Turning back to the statue, kneeling at the front, Qian Duofu held up three sticks of thick incense as big as little fingers. After three kowtows and nine bows, he inserted the incense into the incense burner.
At this time, Cheng Yu, who was looking down from the high beams, once again felt waves of aspiration, wrapped in a touch of sandalwood, pouring into his soul.
The prayers are almost the same, with Qian Duofu leading the farmers below in chanting, praying for a good harvest and prosperous livestock.
But then he felt something was wrong. There were also three weak qi waves coming from the direction of the ancestral hall, but they were intermittent and not stable.
He hurriedly summoned his soul out of the bird body and felt it carefully again. These three qi forces were currently too weak, but Cheng Yu was able to confirm that they came from the statue.
It seems that the source is the three hidden feathers.
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At noon, the Quegong Temple, which had been busy all morning, became deserted. On the contrary, the village was full of people, and among them were the desperate howls of trapped animals.
The village has killed a pig.
Cheng Yu Yuanshen was above the ancestral hall, quietly looking at the three sandalwood sticks as thick as a child's arm.
Three strands of light smoke ignited from the top of the sandalwood curled up, lingered over the ancestral hall for a while, and then drifted away.
From the perspective of Cheng Yu Yuan Shen, the light smoke still contained three streams of black and yellow gas, which were sucked into the mud through the solid nostrils by the statue like a long whale sucking water.
Three strands of black and yellow energy intertwined with each other and spiraled down, finally converging on the three hidden feathers.
As the black and yellow Qi condenses, the Qi mechanism connecting the feathers and the soul is strengthening little by little.
He tried to mobilize his spiritual consciousness and transfer it to the three feathers through the connected qi machine.
Originally I just had the mentality of giving it a try, but I didn’t expect to succeed in one fell swoop.
At this time, he was outside the ancestral hall. After passing a thought on the feather, he could sense any changes within a distance of one foot in front of the statue.
But it can only be felt with spiritual consciousness and cannot be seen with the eyes.
Suddenly, Cheng Yu thought of something. If someone damaged the clay statue intentionally or unintentionally, what would happen to his soul and sparrow body?
What happened to the black dragon before is a lesson for the future.
At that time, there was a black scale hiding in the mud body of the evil dragon. After the mud body was brutally beheaded, a black energy seemed to be the clone of the soul.
But I never thought that after being repaired by the old Taoist master and apprentice with child urine, it only added fuel to the fire, and the mud tire collapsed. In the end, the soul clone also ended up exploding on the spot.
Thinking of this, Cheng Yu first cut off the connection between the soul and the qi hidden in the feathers, then returned to the bird body, spread his wings and flew behind the statue, picked the thickest part of the flesh and pecked it a few times, then increased the force with the last blow, and even
Make a small gap in your butt.
Then summon the soul again and carefully transfer the thoughts to the feather suit.
The moment the soul connected with the mud tire air machine, Cheng Yu was ready for his butt to blossom.
But after the qi and machine were connected, I didn't feel any discomfort at all.
No matter the soul or the sparrow's physical body, they are all fine.
From this, he concluded that he would be implicated only if his soul was harmed while attached to the mud tire.
If the soul is not on the mud tire, there will be no impact.
Even if the mud tire collapses, it is probably at most because the soul cannot attach to the mud tire, or is affected by some qi mechanism, so it should not be a serious problem to the body.
At present, the statue of the god has just been seated, the incense and aspiration power is not strong, and the own spiritual consciousness is not enough, so the connection between Qi and machine is not strong.
If the distance between the body and the statue exceeds a certain distance, the soul cannot be transferred there.
For example, if the idol is a mobile phone terminal in the previous life, then its body is a router. The router is not powerful enough, so if the mobile phone is far away, there will naturally be no signal.
Cheng Yu roughly estimated that if it exceeds about fifty feet, it will be difficult for the soul to be transferred to the feathers.
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After Cheng Yu studied the dialectical relationship between the ontology and the statue, the spirit floated back to the statue and began to taste the tributes on the altar.
Just like when I was drinking with Wenjun in Huichun Tower before, I focused my consciousness on the tribute, and when I inhaled gently with my nose, the aroma of fruit, wine and cakes naturally entered my stomach.
"Hiccup!"
After making an invisible burp, I returned to the sparrow body and found that even the hunger of the sparrow itself had been reduced a lot.
Cheng Yu is feasting here, and the farmers over there are also busy.
When killing pigs and cooking pigs, the whole village is ranked according to seniority. Those who can eat meat eat the meat, and those who can drink the soup drink the soup. Not a single one of the hundred or so slots has gone empty.
The marrow of every big bone of a whole wild boar was broken and sucked out, and even the pig's neck was robbed, not to mention the skin, meat, and internal organs.
Everyone's belly was full of meat, and even their faces turned a little rosy.
While eating and drinking, Qian Duofu pulled over the lean young man named Qian Lishou and asked him carefully about his trip to Qian's Mansion to report the news, especially the part about meeting the old god. He wanted to have a good talk with him. p>
Qian Lishao will tell you everything he saw and heard in Qian's Mansion.
It turned out that he rushed all the way to the county seat in the hope of receiving a reward of silver.
In the concierge, I asked the concierge to inform me that I had something to report to Mr. Qian. I was laughed at by the servants.
Where did you come from, a small country fish, and why do you still want to see me in front of the master?
But the boys didn't make it difficult for him. Perhaps they saw that he really couldn't squeeze out any profit, and the matter he wanted to report was the Que Gong Temple that the master had personally instructed before, so they asked him to wait at the door, and the boys went to the courtyard.
Reported.
Qian Litou was waiting outside the village when he suddenly heard a noise coming from inside the house. The sound sounded familiar, but he couldn't tell who it was, so he had to hide by the door.
The noise was getting louder and louder, and the concierge didn't know what was going on.
When the noisy people arrived at the door, Qian Litou realized that they were actually the master and apprentice of the old god, who were being pulled and persuaded by a steward in the mansion.
Qian Lithead huddled by the door, only to hear the old god's righteous words:
"I, Huo Yazi, have been traveling all the way, praying for the people, solving problems, and being upright. How have I ever been treated like this?
Your mansion is deep in the courtyard and the poor are too high to reach it. I would like to say goodbye here. Don’t say anything more about the affairs. Please tell everyone that you are well."
After saying that, he threw away the steward and strode out of the door.
Qian Lishao, who was hiding by the door, saw the master and apprentice of the old immortal again. There was a buzz in his head, his knees softened, and he fell to his knees with a plop.
Lao Dao, who was pulling Feiyan and was about to leave in a hurry, was startled by the money plow next to him. Even the steward and the boy who chased him were stunned.
"Old fairy... Your kindness and kindness will never be forgotten..."
Qian Litou squatted in the ground and shouted, everyone present was stunned.
Feiyan tugged at Lao Tao's sleeve, and Lao Tao signaled him not to be in a hurry, then stepped forward to pick up Qian's plowshare. After some questioning, he found out that this person was from Qingluo Village.
It was only then that the old man suddenly realized that Qingluo Village was the village of the Qian Mansion, and it was the village that Mr. Qian invited him to over and over again that day.
He immediately remembered what happened that night when he prayed for rain, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
Fortunately, I would rather die than go that day, otherwise the master and the disciple would not end up well.
Qian Litou knelt down and recited again how the old Taoist master and his disciples could control the wind and rain and had great magical powers. The old Taoist's thoughts changed sharply, and the thought of escaping from Qian's Mansion had disappeared by eighty-nine percent.
The steward next to him learned that the farmer came from Qingluo Village, and heard him praise the old Taoist and worship him as a god. He didn't dare to let the old Tao go, but he also didn't dare to step forward to pull him back.
At this moment, Officer Qian was driven out of the house, and at first he was quite critical of the old Taoist master and apprentice.
When he saw the steward winking at him frequently and listened to Qian Lishao repeat what he had said before, his attitude towards the old man changed drastically and he respectfully invited him back home.
A separate courtyard in the front yard was arranged for Lao Tao to stay, and a few servants were assigned to wait on him.
After respectfully seeing off the old Taoist master and apprentice, Mr. Qian called Qian Lishao alone and interrogated him carefully.
Qian Litou did not dare to raise his head in front of the senior officials, so he stumbled and spoke again.
After the official pondered for a while, he asked him to go back to the village to arrange the affairs of the ancestral hall. He would go to offer incense another day. After that, he turned around and returned to his home.
After entering the mansion, he remembered that he had forgotten to reward him, so he ordered someone to reward him with a plowshare and five silver coins for reporting the message and let him return to the village.
Qian Litou then took half the money and ran back to the village happily.
"Have the senior officials mentioned what arrangements we should make here?"
When Qian Duofu asked, Qian Litze repeated what the official had told him before he left.
"Oh, it seems that the old god is not sent by a big official... By the way, do you want the old god's hidden treasure?"
Qian Litou slapped his forehead and forgot.
"You little scoundrel, are you just asking for reward money? By the way, how much reward did you get from this trip?"
