Burning Incense In Prison: Mistaken For A Fortune Teller

Zhao Yi is now going to start refining the magic weapon for the first time.

In the past few days, he has been immersed in studying the formations, working with the formation masters in the Book of Life and Death, and summing up his lifelong experience. He has made obvious progress every day!

First of all, you need to practice some sacrifices, summon the golden flame of the true spirit, pick up a piece and throw it in. The small amount of impurities in it are gradually removed, and the grade rises to another level, showing a light blue-green tone, just like the surface of the lake in early winter. Condensed ice crystals!

After the preparations were completed, he began to form seals with his hands and carve a magic circle on them.

Containing the most exquisite talismans in heaven and earth, they were born one by one between his seals, guiding the rich yin energy between heaven and earth into the top-quality jade.

Although the yin energy in the prison is harmful to the human body, as long as it is refined by the golden flame, all harmful substances will be destroyed and turned into the purest original energy!

The jade emits a strong light, and the internal texture becomes clearer.

Zhao Yi's hands seemed to be playing a silent piece of music, smoothly and accurately leaving tiny symbols on the jade.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but he did not dare to relax at all. Refining magic weapons requires patience and care. If you are not careful, all your efforts may be wasted.

After two or three hours, the jade finally transformed!

The magical instrument shows a faint glow in the sunlight. If you look closely, you will find that the surface is covered with exquisite runes, which looks mysterious and mysterious. As long as you wear it close to your body and nourish its aura, you will be able to recover in less than half a year.

Li Botao, who was watching the whole process silently, couldn't take his eyes away from the magic weapon, and asked stammeringly: "Mr. Zhao... have you consecrated the jade?"

"Consecration?"

Zhao Yi felt that this name was also appropriate: "According to the information obtained from Wang Fuzhu, the objects after consecration are indeed magical objects, but in modern times with poor spiritual energy, there are really very few people with such high standards."

The abbot Yunhai of Peach Blossom Temple mentioned by Mr. Yan should be a very virtuous man who can consecrate people in the secular world.

Especially from Wang Fuzhu’s past, we learned that thirty years ago there was a tyrannical King Wu who couldn’t stand the broken rules of the Buddhist temple. He relied on his fists to declare that he would demolish the Peach Blossom Temple. As a result, he was slapped by Abbot Yunhai before he even entered the gate. Surrendered, and then became the temple-conquering Vajra of Peach Blossom Temple.

It shocked those young people, and they still dare not act recklessly!

After resting for a while, he chose the worst piece and refined another one.

It is not as good as the one given to Mr. Yan. It is barely in the category of magic weapon and its function is very simple. It can only protect the wearer when he is in trouble and turn disaster into good luck. He will need it after a while.

It is a consumable item and can only be used three times.

After all, Shen Fu also gave six yuan, which was also used for refining the Xiaoqing Ming Formation. Zhao Yi was not the kind of person who took advantage of him, so a gift of a magic weapon was enough for the price: "Please make a trip and give it to Mr. Yan." Dr. Shen sent it."

"Mr. Zhao, you're welcome."

Li Botao solemnly put away the two magical instruments, and after leaving the room, he grinned from ear to ear and hummed a tune.

He doesn't have the guts to swallow two magic weapons by himself, even if he has the life to take them, he won't use them.

But he is a gift, and with a little effort, he can gain a wave of goodwill. If this kind of pie-in-the-sky good thing happens more often, at most he can move up a level in the year after next.

Li Botao, who returned from delivering the magical artifact, was in a good mood and gave the prison guard a day off as he had nothing to do.

Mainly at night, we have to deal with a wave of people, so many people are confused to avoid causing trouble.

By two or three in the morning, loneliness enveloped the entire world, like a monotonous ink painting.

Nineteen prisoners locked up in a small dark room were kicked awake while they were half asleep. The prison guards violently blocked their mouths with towels and used batons to drive them along the remote paths of the prison.

The surrounding buildings looked like sleeping giants. Their windows were dark, like bottomless abyss, swallowing up all sound and light.

The prisoners felt an invisible oppression in the air for no reason.

Zhao Yi and Li Botao had been waiting for a long time until they arrived at the execution ground.

Behind the two men stood five prison guards, inspecting the pistols used for execution. They stared at the prisoners who walked in, and their hearts went crazy. When they turned around and were about to run away, the batons fell, hitting them so hard that they lay on the ground and kept wailing.

No matter how stupid they are, they still know what they are going to do.

"Uh-huh...uh-huh!"

He looked at the prison guards with longing eyes, showing deep fear in his eyes, which meant that he was willing to surrender and tell everything he knew!

Li Botao, who had been told earlier, was impatient and didn't bother to listen to them. He waved his hand and let the prison guards execute him.

The people who came here today were all confidants. They had done a lot of bad things with Li Botao. They shot and killed prisoners privately not once or twice. The familiar ones made the nineteen of them kneel down one by one. If they encountered those who were disobedient, they would kill and serve them with a stick.

Without saying a word during the process, five prison guards walked to the back and quickly loaded their pistols.

"boom!"

"boom!

"boom!"

A ball of flame erupted from the muzzle of the pistol, and with a deafening bang, the brass cartridge case popped out from the bottom and landed on the hard concrete floor.

After more than a minute, all the prisoners fell to the ground.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke. Li Botao covered his nose with a handkerchief: "Throw it all into the ground and fertilize. Each person will be paid 100,000 yuan and enjoy seven days of paid leave. What happened tonight will be rotten in your stomach."

The vegetables in the prison are growing well and are inseparable from natural fertilizers. I don’t know how many corpses are buried there.

Of course, it's all eaten by the prisoners, the prison guards and Zhao Yi, it's impossible to have these.

The prison guards looked happy. Normally, they would get 10,000 yuan for participating in such tasks. Today, it was ten times more, which was equivalent to half a year's salary.

Looking at the stacked corpses, Zhao Yi first took a photo with his mobile phone, and then sent them the phone number to send messages.

After a while.

Zhao Yi's cell phone rang. Li Botao silenced everyone. The ringtone echoed in the empty execution ground. He clicked the receiver and put it to his ear.

The person on the other side was also very cautious and did not speak for half a minute.

Zhao Yi had a lot of time to waste with him, but in the end it was the person opposite who spoke first. His voice was as hoarse as a crow, as if a cold wind was blowing from the depths of his throat: "You're cruel!"

"Each other."

Zhao Yi said with a smile, leaning on the cement wall: "It's delaying Master Hu's sleep."

When the man opposite heard these words, he was obviously stunned for a second, and then sneered: "I actually let you recognize me. If I had known, I would have gone to a lot of trouble and sentenced you to death, which made the situation so difficult now."

"You were the one who killed Qin Yuanhao, too. He did it very beautifully without leaving any evidence. Even I am willing to be defeated."

Zhao Yi didn't say anything and listened quietly to Master Hu's chatter.

Mr. Hu, who had spoken so much, seemed to be a little tired. He changed his tone and said: "It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. Let's make a deal."