Chapter 154 The origin of the broken knife and its new name
In any case, this wave is not a loss.
The pure yang internal force has increased by 180 years. Taken together, the current cultivation level is 360 years, and is about to approach the 400-year cultivation level.
With such deep internal power, they are absolutely among the strongest in casting magic, heaven, and earth.
And height.
And lifespan.
It's all good stuff.
This unknown god’s blessing is very powerful.
I just offered this little incense, and I feel a little embarrassed.
I have decided that I will donate money, one million, to buy out His incense for the next few years.
"Boy, what are you doing?"
At this moment, an angry voice suddenly sounded.
Wei Yang turned around and saw an old lady wearing temple clothes. She looked at him angrily, frowning and looking forward to beating someone up.
Looking with spiritual eyes, I found that this old lady was just an ordinary person, but she had a good body and was very strong.
Wei Yang smiled and said: "Hello, I'm here to offer incense."
"Do you offer incense with such respect? This month's supply has been made for you. You are making trouble!" the old lady retorted angrily.
Wei Yang said: "I also plan to donate one million yuan."
"Donate? Did you donate...one million? That's okay, you are such a devout believer!" The old lady's words quickly changed, her face also changed, and her smile was like a blooming chrysanthemum.
Wei Yang said: "I don't have cash with me. Do you have a bank card? I'll transfer the money directly."
The old lady smiled and said: "Of course, then, here it is."
As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and skillfully found a photo of the card.
Obviously, this is not the first time she has done this.
Wei Yang didn't say much, logged into his bank account and completed the transfer directly.
After receiving the money, the old lady smiled happily and looked at Wei Yang more and more pleasantly.
Sweet or not, hometown water.
Kiss or not, donor!
"By the way, I still have something to ask." Wei Yang continued.
"Say it, boss." The old lady seemed to be completely shocked by Wei Yang's arrogance, and her tone became respectful.
"It's like this. Although I am attracted to this god, I don't understand it very well. I want to ask about his origin?" Wei Yang said with a smile.
The old lady quickly said: "Isn't the boss a local?"
"Yes, I just came to Yingke Town not long ago."
"That's not surprising. This goddess of the Spirit King is considered a local deity in Liangshan. She is Feng Yueru, a medical girl from eight hundred years ago. She was full of compassion, cured diseases and saved people. There are countless living people in the Liangshan area, and she is regarded as a living Bodhisattva."
"It's a pity that good people don't live long. When Yueru was collecting medicine, she lost her footing and fell down the mountain, thus succumbing to her death."
"We local people were grateful for his virtues and built monuments and temples for him, worshiping him as the goddess of salvation and salvation. However, Buddhism did not accept it. He said that he was the goddess of salvation and rescue, and because it was the name of Guanyin Bodhisattva, he was not allowed to be matched with another one. They also prevented us from building a temple."
"In the end, we had no choice but to change it to the Lingwang Temple. We just worshiped it as a goddess and no longer added a name. This is how it has been passed down to this day."
"But young man, you have a good sense. Our Lingwang Temple is very good. Whether you are praying for a child or a safe home, as long as you are not asking for messy things, all your wishes will come true. This is the secret of the Goddess Lingwang.
Protect us."
Look at the proud expression on the old lady's face.
Wei Yang nodded: "I can feel the extraordinary here, but who is that little squirrel?"
"That is Song Linggong, the spiritual pet of Goddess Lingwang. It is said that Goddess Lingwang not only saves people, but also heals animals. Many animals in Liangshan were blessed by her."
"This Songling Gong was saved by the Goddess of the Spirit King back then. He was grateful to accompany the Goddess of the Spirit King and traveled all over the country. He also helped to collect medicines. He is a local spiritual master."
"So, she is indeed a goddess worthy of respect."
Wei Yang looked at the statue again, with admiration in his eyes.
"What a pity. Originally, the Goddess Lingwang was enshrined as the mountain deity of Liangshan. However, more than 300 years ago, a general from Zizichao took a fancy to Liangshan and asked for an edict to demote the Goddess Lingwang as a sideline prostitute, and removed the name of Liangshan Mountain God.
Then he built a large tomb in the mountain, and after his death, he was buried in it. He also visited the General Temple and occupied Liangshan Mountain."
"Although later on, the locals did not agree with this, and over time, the General Temple was ruined, but Liangshan has since become smoky, and all kinds of strange things have happened. For so many years, we locals have not dared to go deep into the mountains, otherwise there will be no way in or out.
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Looking at the old lady with a sad face.
Wei Yang was thoughtful.
It seems that if there is a ghost market in Liangshan, it is inseparable from the General Temple.
"Can I ask where the General Temple is in Liangshan?" Wei Yang continued to ask.
The old lady's face changed: "I'm telling you boss, the General Temple is in ruins and has long since lost its incense. It's useless for you to go there."
Wei Yang smiled and said: "You misunderstood. I am mainly curious about ancient architecture, and I have no interest in Braided Chao. I will certainly not worship Braided Chao's self-proclaimed god."
The old lady's expression softened, and then she said: "It's over at Crouching Tiger Ping. If you leave the town and go east, you can see it about five miles away."
"Okay, thank you for letting me know."
Wei Yang thanked him, then turned and left.
After the old lady watched Wei Yang walk away, her expression slowly calmed down, she put her hands on her chest, and her eyes no longer looked like they were greedy for money before, but became a little deeper.
At this moment, she seemed to have a somewhat unusual demeanor.
After coming out of Lingwang Temple.
Wei Yang looked back.
I don't know if it's an illusion.
It feels like the yin energy of Lingwang Temple seems to be heavier.
“There are countless weird places!”
Wei Yang murmured.
Keep leaving.
Not long after, Wei Yang left Yingke Town and saw Liangshan a few miles away.
Although Liangshan is not big, it still has several peaks hundreds of meters high.
With Wei Yang's current eyesight, he could see clearly from hundreds of meters away.
Halfway up a mountain peak, you can see a temple building, which seems to be much larger than the current Lingwang Temple.
That should be the General Temple.
Looked around.
Wei Yang discovered that, quite coincidentally, the General Temple was in the direction he had chosen.
Think about it for a moment.
Wei Yang did not rush over, but came to a hidden grassland, sat down, and took out the broken knife from his backpack.
I just got two secrets.
Just in time for worship.
If we really want to fight in Liangshan later, we can test its power.
Once again, I considered and summarized the secret method of blood refining.
This secret method consists of three steps: condensing one's own essence and blood, fusing magic weapons, and performing sacrifices.
There are not many steps, but the process should also be accompanied by some secrets. You can't make a mistake in a word, otherwise the slightest difference will lead to a huge mistake.
First, use secret methods to condense the essence and blood.
After a moment, he cut his fingertip, and a drop of refined blood like jelly seeped out and fell on the broken knife.
Then use the secret method to activate it.
The next moment, the blood essence was absorbed by the broken knife, and the entire blade seemed to be filled with blood-colored light.
Wei Yang was concentrating and mumbling words, rubbing his fingers on the blade of the knife repeatedly. There was a vague feeling of echo between the broken knife and the wound on his finger.
That's some kind of special pull.
Finally, the blood light on the broken knife dissipated, and the entire broken knife became even blacker and brighter.
Wei Yang also received some information feedback from Broken Blade and learned its true origin.
"Kill the God!"
The name of the broken sword is God-Zhanking. When it is complete, it is a top-level spiritual treasure-level weapon. It comes from the sword demon of the twelve demon gods of the Demon Sect 1,200 years ago!
The reason why the God-Slaying Blade was broken was because it had actually cut down a powerful god-level sword, was stained with divine blood, and was broken because of it.
After that, the decapitated spirit was covered in dust and left in the world.
At this moment, being refined with Wei Yang's blood, his spirituality was restarted and he was reborn.
Holding the broken knife in hand, Wei Yang was filled with surprise.
Although the sword that once cut down real gods no longer has the power it once had, it is probably only average among magic weapons.
But this is a sword stained with the blood of the gods, and the nature of the sword has changed.
Wei Yang had a feeling.
This knife has great potential, and its future is limitless.
"Good sword, but from today on, I am your master. Besides, you have broken. So, I won't use your old name."
"Now, I will give you a new name. From now on, you will be called Zhan Ming."
"Kill people's lives, kill monsters' lives, kill demons' lives, kill heaven's lives, go forward indomitably, and kill everything."
Wei Yang is high-spirited and unparalleled in his heroic spirit.
Buzz!
As if in response, the broken knife buzzed loudly, with an aggressive energy.
