infodatos Chapter 164 Manifestation
Chapter 164 Manifestation
Qin He was very excited when he saw the reward.
The first is the soul lamp. Needless to say, the nine dead bodies rank seventh.
Except for the Zhenshi Pill and the Past Life Seal, it is of the highest grade, and its production process is several times more difficult than that of Ma Erling.
The dignified Feiyuwei Cremation Hall, the highest-level cremation site in Dali, also uses the Soul Light.
As for the effect, let alone.
A horse bell made the corpses in the crematorium in the east of the city not to mention jumping, not even moving.
Every Christmas Eve, Xu Changshou's officers on duty began to sleep through the night.
The Soul Light is stronger than Ma Erling.
The most important thing is that this thing is a reward for oneself.
That!
At once!
Do not!
Calculate!
outside!
force!
Here's something to play with.
I am so stiff that I really want to burn myself until the year of the monkey.
The coal in the crematorium was poured out as soon as it was said, and the supply of fuel was already in short supply.
And it only works at night.
With this Soul Light, there is a solution to this trouble.
Followed by magic.
Manifestation: A small spell from the gods of the abyss, learn this technique, and your oracle will face all living beings.
Note: This technique needs to consume merit.
This spell, like the listening spell above, is a small spell of Shinto.
Although it is small, it comes from the abyss and has a brand.
The abyss where the gods live, the magical abyss, the omnipotent abyss, and the products produced by the abyss must be fine products.
The only disadvantage is that it needs to consume merit, which is a bit painful.
As for the function, it is to display the oracle, but the annotation 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 king who was about to shovel the ashes, and at the merits that had risen to more than 120, Qin He planned to try it, locked it, shook his fingers, and wrote five words: look behind you.
The mana fluctuated slightly, and the manifesting magic was activated, and the king Bayi who was busy 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 manifested words.
It seems that the content of the manifested spirit can only be seen by the target of the cast, and cannot be seen by others.
"Just now...a line of words appeared." Da Wang Ba said uncertainly.
"What kind of characters?" Qin He asked.
"The golden characters, the handwriting is so ugly, it looks like an earthworm is crawling." Da Wangba recalled.
Qin He: "..."
"Grandpa, what's the matter?" the king asked.
"There must be something wrong with your eyes, hallucination." Qin He said angrily.
"Really?" Dawang Ba suddenly had self-doubt on his face.
Qin He ignored it, closed his eyes for a nap, and scanned his mind for merit.
It was actually one hundred points less.
This thing consumes quite a lot.
I have been saving at Xianyun Temple for several days, which is enough to show my spirit.
Qin He suddenly became worried again, it's not easy to get good deeds.
It is difficult to earn money, but consumption is a blink of an eye.
We have to think of a way.
A ruined temple has been repaired, let alone the merits and virtues, and there is not even a prayer.
The world is hard.
The people's life is hard, but the god's life is also hard.
However, at this moment, Qin He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were like a dog's eyes kryptonized with ten thousand taels of gold.
With a pat, the person jumped out of the chimney.
Dawang Ba and Xiao Niuzi were shocked.
...
Time goes backwards.
Outside the Qingniu Immortal Temple, Hou Xiaoliu was wearing single clothes, his hair and eyebrows were full of frost, his nose and face were black with cold, his teeth chattered non-stop, and he staggered on the snowy ground.
The weather was getting colder and colder, Hou Xiaoliu felt that his life was not long.
Ever since his master was caught in the Dongcheng Bingma Si prison, there has been no news of him. Suddenly losing his master's protection, he can only barely survive by relying on his not-so-bright stealing skills.
If you are lucky, you can steal for a few days at a time, but if you are unlucky, you can't steal anything for a few days, and you even have to be beaten.
A heavy snow made it much more difficult to steal.
There are traces left on the snow, it is not easy to escape, and people are in a hurry, so there are few objects to steal.
He lost his hand this morning. Not to mention the stolen things were returned, he was beaten up, and his clothes were stripped.
It was freezing cold, he hadn't eaten for two days, and was about to turn back to his foothold, but suddenly the four gates of the capital were closed, preventing anyone from entering or leaving.
The house leaks happen to rain all night, and the boat is late and encounters the headwind.
The sudden change pushed Hou Xiaoliu into a desperate situation.
His body was almost frozen, and he didn't have the strength to steal, so the last moment soon came.
Hou Xiaoliu's consciousness began to blur, leaving only an instinct to survive.
As he was walking, Hou Xiaoliu suddenly saw a temple by the side of the road, hesitated for a moment, and went in.
When walking in the rivers and lakes, people stick to a saying, "I would rather sleep in a deserted tomb than live in a ruined temple."
The master once told him that most of the deserted tombs are haunted by ghosts. If you enter a ruined temple, you will be the gate of hell.
There are rumors that after the heavy snowfall, the refugees in the capital have started cannibalism.
If there are people-eating refugees entrenched in the temple, they are likely to deliver food when they go in.
But at this time Hou Xiaoliu had no choice, and if he couldn't find a place to shelter from the wind and snow, he would never be able to get up again after falling down.
Stumbling, Hou Xiaoliu entered the temple.
Looking around, I actually tidied it up. There was a god statue on the top, an altar table under the altar statue, and a futon under the altar table.
The moonlight is reflected on the snow, and the gods are clearly discernible.
A fairy riding a bull, wearing a mask, next to a line of words: Qingniu Daxian.
Hou Xiaoliu knew about the Great Immortal Qingniu, and said that the plague in Fang County was caused by the Great Immortal Qingniu showing his spirit, creating a plague well and saving thousands of people.
He is a great immortal who saves the suffering and has immeasurable merit.
It has long been spread in the capital, and the streets and alleys have been hotly discussed for several days. Storytellers and opera singers even brought the Great Immortal Qingniu to the stage.
It's just that although the name is great, Hou Xiaoliu has never seen anyone enshrine the Great Immortal Qingniu. Today is the first time I have seen it, and I don't know who swept the temple. I remember that this place seems to have been abandoned long ago.
Looking at the portrait of the Great Immortal Qingniu, Hou Xiaoliu knelt on the futon, praying with his palms together in desperation: "Immortal Qingniu, who saves the suffering, please show me a way to survive, so that I can eat something , even if it’s chaff.”
The wind and cold howled, Hou Xiaoliu's trembling voice slowly dissipated, and there was a dead silence all around, as if he had never opened his mouth to pray.
At this moment, the sky is even colder.
The master once said to him that when the world is in chaos, it is difficult for the gods to escape.
If praying to gods and worshiping Buddha is useful, the world will not be chaotic.
Hou Xiaoliu curled up and lay on the futon, waiting for the end of his fate.
At this moment, with a "click", a hot object hit his face.
Hou Xiaoliu opened his eyes and was stunned.
Steamed bun! !