Three sticks of incense are the rewards given by the Yin Yang Illustrated Book after killing Huang Pizi.
The rewards from the Yin Yang Illustrated Book must be good things, there is no doubt about this.
Xu Ping also wanted to try it quickly to see how this incense belief created gods.
There was no one around at this time, so Xu Ping took a box of matches and lit three incense sticks. Clear smoke suddenly appeared and curled up into the sky.
The aroma and clear smoke linger around the whole body, condensing and not dissipating.
The three sticks of incense burned out quickly in a very short period of time, and in Xu Ping's sight, the clear smoke obscured his eyesight, and the surrounding area was wrapped in clear smoke.
At this time, Xu Ping in the room looked like a giant silkworm chrysalis from the outside.
It's just that the silkworm chrysalis transformed from the clear smoke is still changing its appearance as the smoke surges.
Buddha, Bodhisattva, Sanqing, Jade Emperor, and all kinds of gods and Buddhas are manifested in the fragrance one by one.
Afterwards, the aroma of the clear smoke slowly evaporated inwards, gradually sinking into Xu Ping's body without any trace of it wafting into the air.
Xu Ping sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, like an old monk in meditation.
Not long after, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with gods and Buddhas, and all the stars in the sky came into his eyes. He murmured, "So this is the incense faith."
After burning the incense, Xu Ping absorbed the aroma and gained a god-making technique: Incense Faith.
Absorb the incense faith of all people and perform the act of creating gods.
In fact, in a sense, God is man-made, and the reason God is called God is because of the blessing of human faith.
This kind of illusory but real power is the power that many people and demons on the path of spiritual practice are extremely coveted.
For example, in "The Romance of the Gods", Nezha, who cut off his flesh to return to his mother and his bones to return to his father, was destroyed. Under the guidance of Yun Zhongzi, Yin Shiniang built a temple and built a golden body for Nezha, enjoying the incense and offerings of the people.
However, he was sabotaged by his father Li Jing, and he almost succeeded in returning the favor.
This is the power of incense.
The stronger the incense, the stronger the magic power of the deity. When the deities collect the incense, they actually absorb the power of people's faith. The stronger the power of belief, the stronger the deity's magic power.
Of course, not all gods are that powerful.
Generally speaking, mountain gods, water uncles, and father-in-laws of the land also need a carrier of faith and willpower when absorbing the power of faith in the world.
At this moment, Xu Ping, first of all, is the greatest carrier of his will power, and secondly, he can turn anything into a carrier of his faith and will power, even if the object is a bunch of flying objects.
As long as someone worships and makes offerings, that's all.
After learning about this incense belief, Xu Ping took a piece of scrap material from the yard and started carving it without saying a word.
Who is most worshiped by people in southern Guangdong, it must be Mr. Guan, not to mention every household, it is basically the same person.
As the wood chips flew and fell to the ground, Guan Erye under the carving knife slowly began to take shape.
Not long after, Guan Erye, who was about half a man tall, stood among a pile of sawdust, lifelike.
Fortunately, there was some rouge and gouache in the store, which was used when making paper figures. At this time, I used it to smear Guan Erye's maroon face, and the ash from the pot to smear the black beard hanging down to his chest...
Gradually, a dignified and majestic Mr. Guan suddenly appeared in front of him.
…
Xu Ping once again used the scraps of wood to make a simple shrine and placed it on the blue dragon seat of the coffin shop.
Place the statue of Mr. Guan, put on the incense burner, insert three sticks of incense, and let the clear smoke curl up.
In an instant.
In the heaven and earth, an ethereal force is slowly gathering towards the coffin shop.
The originally dull paint on the body of Guan Erye's statue suddenly became shiny and shiny like polishing and waxing.
"hiss."
Looking at Mr. Guan in front of him, Xu Ping took in a breath of cold air, which had an unknown and harsh smell.
He could feel that the magical power of incense and incense in the world was pouring into the body of Guan Erye, the wood carving in front of him, little by little from the void.
It was the incense offered by the people around. When they bowed devoutly, they generated the belief in Master Guan, part of which was intercepted by this statue.
Guan Erye, who contains the power of incense and wish, is sitting here, and the evil spirits will naturally retreat. Those lonely ghosts who dare to approach will be strangled on the spot in an instant, and their bodies and souls will be destroyed.
Not only that, there is also an even more powerful function. When the incense and wish power accumulate to a certain amount, you can even invite the true form of the Martial Saint to come.
Xu Ping was so happy.
He was originally worried that there were too many secrets in his home, and it would not be good if some monster stole his home.
Now that the second master is in charge of the house, he is naturally foolproof. We can't let Lu Meng in white pop up again.
Feeling the gathering power of the incense, Xu Ping smiled brightly, but he suddenly reacted, his smile froze, and he took out the treasure he got last night, a piece of tree root, from his arms.
There is a reason why Xu Ping thinks this tree root is a treasure.
The gray tree roots were not blackened or damaged at all during the intense fire, but instead had a faint glow emerging from them.
But I didn't notice it last night, and now I can't identify the roots of the tree.
This tree root is the carrier used by Huangpizi to absorb the power of incense and wish. The power of incense and wish contained in it is not much different from the one that comes from a steady stream.
As for the only difference, Xu Ping felt that the incense and wish power contained in the tree root on his hand was more complicated, even gloomy.
If it were the power of human incense and incense, it would definitely not be like this. The only reason is that the power of incense and incense might have been obtained from uncivilized wild beasts in the mountains.
"Where did this yellow man learn this skill?" Xu Ping suddenly became suspicious. Ordinary monsters don't have this kind of knowledge, and the carrier of incense and wish power is not so easy to get.
Not everyone is like me. When Tianhu starts, he gets whatever he wants.
After pondering for a while, he didn't think about it, just didn't think about it.
Just then, the paper man came in with bath water and poured water into the big tub in the room.
When Xu Ping saw this, he took off his clothes and took a bath and went to sleep.
And while he was sleeping soundly, the tree roots began to emit faint light again, and traces of incense and wish power spread toward the distance.
The second master Guan on top of the shrine suddenly glowed with luster, and a stream of light hit the roots of the tree. The act of spreading incense and aspiration outside the tree roots suddenly stopped.
But there are still traces of the incense and wish, which have drifted along the vast night towards Uncle Jiu's righteous village.
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When Xu Ping woke up, it was already sunset.
The rays of rays swept over the green mountains and shone into Renjia Town, where gold was everywhere.
Xu Ping made a cup of tea and sat at the door of the coffin shop, admiring the fireworks.
At this moment, his eyes narrowed and he saw Yang Feiyan running out of the alley with her long legs and heading straight for him.
"Here, shopkeeper Xu, here's what you want." Yang Feiyan came to the front, stretched out her hand and handed out a piece of paper.
It seems that they have kept their promise and come to deliver news every day.
Xu Ping stood up and took it. He changed his angry look before and said with a gentle smile: "Thank you."
Why are you so gentle and polite today... Yang Feiyan couldn't help but be surprised. She looked into the store and looked a little curious, but probably a little scared. She suddenly remembered something and asked: "Shopkeeper Xu, my sister asked you, what about you?"
Have you found out the matter?"
"Checking." Xu Ping looked down at the note and said casually.
Yang Feiyan responded: "Then I'm leaving."
After saying hello, she walked away, smoke and dust billowing all the way.
Seeing Yang Feiyan walk away, Xu Ping lowered his head and continued to look at the letter in his hand, thoughtfully.
The content recorded on the letter paper was written in three sentences by Juanxiu in small regular script:
[Aunt Liu’s grave in Wanliu Town next door was opened by someone unknown, and her body was missing.]
[It still happened in Wanliu Town. The young lady from Wang’s maternal family suddenly became seriously ill. A Taoist priest came to her door and said it was evil spirits...] (That’s all others said, I don’t know the rest.)
[Last night, the wild dogs in the town suddenly flocked to Yizhuang like crazy.]
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Thanks to Little Monster Z for the 200 starting coin reward.