Qin He was very excited when he saw this reward.

The first is the Soul Capture Lamp. Needless to say, it ranks seventh among the nine corpse-suppressing tools.

Except for the Corpse Suppressing Pill and the Immortal Seal at the back, it is of the highest grade, and its production process is several times more difficult than a horse bell.

The dignified Feiyuwei Corpse Cremation Hall, the highest-level corpse cremation place in Dali, also uses soul-trapping lamps.

As for the effect, let alone that.

Just a bell made the corpses at the crematorium in the east of the city not to mention jumping at people, but not even moving.

Every Christmas Eve, Xu Changshou and several officers on duty began to sleep all night.

The soul-stirring lantern is stronger than the horse bell.

The most important thing is that this thing is a reward that you get.

That!

At once!

No!

Calculate!

outside!

force!

This is fun to play.

I'm so scared, I really want to burn myself until the end of the Year of the Monkey.

The coal in the crematorium was being poured out at a moment's notice, and the fuel supply was beginning to be in short supply.

And it can only work at night.

With this soul-capturing lamp, there is a solution to this problem.

The second is the art of spiritual manifestation.

Divine Manifestation: A small spell from the gods of the abyss. Learn this technique and your oracle will face all living beings.

Note: This technique requires merit to be cast.

This spell, like the previous listening spell, is a minor Shinto spell.

Although it is small, it comes from the abyss and carries a brand.

The abyss where the gods live, the magical abyss, the almighty abyss, the products produced by the abyss must be high-quality products.

The only drawback is that it requires consuming merit, which is a bit annoying.

As for its function, it is to display the oracle. However, the explanation of the display method is not very clear, but it is basically certain that it needs to be cast on a specific target.

Looking at the back of the big tortoise who was about to shovel the ashes, and then at the merit that had increased to more than 120, Qin He decided to give it a try, locked it, shook his fingers, and wrote five words: Look behind you.

The magic power vibrated slightly, and the magic of manifestation was activated. The big bastard who was busy at work was stunned and turned his head as if he had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong with you?" Qin He asked knowingly, because he didn't see the word manifest.

It seems that the content of manifesting the spirit can only be seen by the target of casting, not others.

"Just now...a line of words appeared." The big bastard said uncertainly.

"What kind of words?" Qin He asked.

"The golden characters were so ugly, they were written like earthworms crawling on them," the bastard recalled.

Qin He: "..."

"Sir, what's going on?" the big bastard asked.

"There must be something wrong with your eyes, hallucination." Qin He said angrily.

"Really?" The big bastard suddenly looked self-doubtful.

Qin He ignored it, closed his eyes and took a nap, scanning the merits in his mind.

It was actually a hundred points short.

This thing consumes quite a lot of money.

I had saved it for several days at Xianyun Temple, and it was enough to show off my spirit like this.

Qin He suddenly became worried again, it was difficult to achieve merit.

It's hard to make money, but it's consumed in the blink of an eye.

You have to think of a solution.

I repaired a dilapidated temple, but now there is no merit, not even a single person praying.

The world is tough.

The people's life is miserable, and God's life is also miserable.

However, at this moment, Qin He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes suddenly looked like the eyes of a dog filled with ten thousand taels of krypton.

He stretched out his hand and patted it, and the man jumped out of the chimney.

The big tortoise and the little calf were so surprised that they looked confused.

…

Time goes backwards.

Outside the Qingniu Immortal Temple, Hou Xiaoliu was wearing single clothes, his hair and eyebrows were covered with frost, his nose and face were black from the cold, his teeth were chattering, and he was stumbling on the snow.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and Hou Xiaoliu felt that his life was not long.

There has been no news about his master since he was imprisoned in the Dongcheng Military and Horse Department Prison. Suddenly losing his master's protection, he could only survive by relying on his not so good stealing skills.

If you're lucky, you can steal for a few days at a time, but if you're not lucky, you won't be able to steal anything for a few days, and you may even get beaten.

A heavy snowfall makes stealing much more difficult.

The snow leaves traces, making it difficult to escape. Plus, people are in a hurry, so there are few targets for theft.

This morning he made a mistake. The things he grabbed were not returned, but he was beaten and his clothes were stripped off.

It was freezing cold, and he had not eaten for two days. He was about to turn back to his base, but suddenly the four gates of the capital were closed, preventing anyone from entering or exiting.

The house leaked, but it rained all night, and the boat was late and encountered a strong wind.

A sudden change forced Hou Xiaoliu into a desperate situation.

My body was almost frozen, and I didn't have the energy to steal. The last moment soon came.

Hou Xiaoliu's consciousness began to blur, and only his survival instinct was struggling to support him.

While walking, Hou Xiaoliu suddenly saw a temple on the roadside. He hesitated and walked in.

When walking in the rivers and lakes, people always keep a saying, "It's better to sleep in a deserted grave than live in a ruined temple."

Master once told him that barren tombs are the most haunted. If you go into a ruined temple, you will find a gate of hell. It is a place where demons, ghosts, and evil people gather. If you don't have enough skills, don't go there.

There are rumors that after the heavy snowfall, the refugees in the capital have begun to eat each other.

If there are cannibalistic refugees living in the temple, they may go in to deliver food.

But at this time, Hou Xiaoliu had no choice. He could no longer find a place to shelter from the wind and snow. If he fell down, he would never be able to get up again.

Staggeringly, Hou Xiaoliu entered the temple.

After looking around, I found that it had been tidied up. There was a statue of a god on the top, an altar table under the idol, and a futon under the altar table.

The moonlight reflects on the snow, making the statue clearly visible.

An immortal riding a bull, wearing a mask, with a line of words next to it: Green Bull Immortal.

Hou Xiaoliu knew about the Qingniu Immortal, and said that the plague in Fang County was caused by the Qingniu Immortal manifesting his power and creating a plague well that saved thousands of people.

He is a great immortal who saves people in distress and has immeasurable merit.

The news had spread all over the capital, and the streets and alleys had been discussing it for several days. Storytellers and opera singers even brought the Qingniu Immortal to the stage.

Although it has a great name, Hou Xiaoliu has never seen anyone worshiping the Great Immortal Qingniu. It was the first time he saw it today, and he didn’t know who was cleaning the temple. I remember that this place seemed to have been abandoned long ago.

Looking at the portrait of the Great Immortal Qing Niu, Hou Xiaoliu knelt on the futon, praying for safety out of despair, and prayed with his hands together: "Great Immortal Qing Niu, who is rescuing people in distress, please show me a way to survive and give me something to eat.

, even if it’s chaff.”

The wind howled, and Hou Xiaoliu's trembling words slowly dissipated, leaving a deathly silence everywhere, as if he had never prayed.

The weather is getting colder at this moment.

Master once said to him that when the world is in chaos, even gods can't survive.

If praying to gods and worshiping Buddhas were effective, the world would not be in chaos.

Hou Xiaoliu curled up and lay on the futon, waiting for the end of his fate.

Just then, there was a "pop" sound, and something hot hit him in the face.

Hou Xiaoliu opened his eyes and was stunned.
Chapter completed!