Celestial being

After Yuan Ming released the soul crow, he walked back to the room, closed the door, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Through the perspective of the four soul crows, he looked down upon the entire Zhenling Sect as if flying high in the sky.

The reason why Yuan Ming did this was not just a whim, but a premeditation.

When Gu Qiuming invited him to come from his family's sect, Yuan Ming had already set his mind on the incense of their ancestral hall, which was in short supply at the moment.

Zhenling Sect is different from Xuanhua Guan, which has withered talents. Although it is not a large and powerful sect, its inheritance is orderly and the clan is the main body. It is expected that their offering of incense will be more pure.

The only trouble is the monk with the highest cultivation level in Zhenling Sect. Yuan Ming has already found out about it in the late stage of pill formation. If you move your hands and feet here, with the cloak given by Xiying, as long as you are careful, the risk is still within control.

After all, incense ashes are actually just garbage to ordinary monks. I'm afraid it will take some manpower to clean them up every once in a while.

On their way here, Yuan Ming and Gu Qiuming, although they didn't say much, they asked a few insidious questions and roughly determined the scope of the Zhenling Sect's Patriarch Hall.

So it didn't take much effort for Yuan Ming to find the location of the Ancestral Master Hall.

Zhenling Sect, like most sects, placed the Patriarch Hall at the highest place in the entire sect. However, the overall terrain of their sect is not high, so it is only located on a small hill southeast of the sect.

The regulations of their ancestral hall are also very similar to the ancestral halls of many clans in the southern Jin Dynasty. They have white walls and black tiles, a high wind and fire wall, and are carved with various exquisite statues with beautiful meanings.

Yuan Ming controlled the soul crow to get closer to observe the ancestral hall, but before it could fall down, a white light shot out like a flying blade, almost cutting the soul crow into two pieces.

Yuan Ming was so frightened that he quickly controlled the soul crow to flap its wings and fly upwards in embarrassment.

Only then did he see a middle-aged man in a blue gown in the courtyard of the Patriarch Hall. He was sweeping the ground with a broom and cursed "bad luck" in the direction of Soul Crow.

"There are actually late-stage foundation-building monks here, which is really troublesome." From the attack just now, Yuan Ming could easily tell the middle-aged man's cultivation level, and he felt that it was a bit difficult to deal with for a moment.

With his current level of cultivation, it would be really difficult for the soul crow summoned by him to steal the incense ashes under the noses of the late-stage foundation-building monks.

"We're going to be here for a while anyway, so don't make a mistake, let's take a long-term view." Yuan Ming thought to himself.

After making a plan in his mind, he did not let the soul crows approach rashly. Instead, he took back all the soul crows that had been released. He then took out a pill and drank it, then closed his eyes and practiced the "Nine Yuan Jue" technique. .

…

The night is getting darker and the insects are chirping.

The crescent moon outside the house has clearly tilted to the west, and it is late at night.

Yuan Ming was sitting by the window practicing "Mingyue Jue". Suddenly, there were shadows outside his window, and there was a rustling sound.

He frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and looked around.

I saw a small tree growing out of the window at some point, with a fresh branch sticking out from the window, and a charming purple-black vine flower blooming on the top.

"Huazhi..."

Yuan Ming covered his mouth and whispered to the purple-black vine flower, and the branch with the flower trembled up and down from time to time, as if he was nodding in agreement.

After a while, the small branch slowly retreated from the window, and together with the entire sapling, it shrank into the ground.

Yuan Ming waited for a moment, estimated that the time was almost up, put on the gray cloak that Xiying gave him, stood up and went out of the window.

He sent out four soul crows to patrol high in the sky to help him check if there were any guards patrolling around. He easily avoided everyone along the way and successfully arrived near the hill where the Zhenling Sect's Patriarch Hall was located.

After arriving here, he did not let the soul crow get close to the Ancestral Master Hall, but carefully restrained his aura and found a hiding place nearby to hide.

Afterwards, Yuan Ming took out the Heaven Stealing Cauldron, inserted a stick of incense, twisted the incense head between two fingers, and lit it.

Then, Yuan Ming immediately used the object-repelling technique to control the incense burner, making it fly slowly toward the Patriarch Hall.

The Stealing Heaven Cauldron whirled out, like a light of fire hanging in the air half a foot above the ground, and soon arrived near the entrance of the Patriarch Hall.

At this time, Yuan Ming relied on the sight of a soul crow high in the sky and was surprised to find that compared to the daytime, there was an extra one at the gate of the Zhenling Sect's ancestral hall that looked like a hunting dog but had different ears. A surprisingly large beast.

This guy squatted between the two stone lions outside the door. His ears twitched and he immediately spotted the sneaky incense burner coming towards him.

The big-eared beast's eyes glowed red, and it immediately opened its mouth to warn.

However, at this time, Yuan Ming had already controlled the incense smoke with his spiritual thoughts and quickly got into its nasal cavity.

Before the big-eared beast's voice could be heard, it stopped abruptly, rolled its eyes, and passed out.

In the Patriarch Hall, a middle-aged man in blue shirt who was sitting cross-legged in meditation suddenly opened his eyes. He felt something strange and planned to get up and go out to have a look.

However, as soon as he got up, he felt a strong sleepiness coming over him, and then he fell asleep just like the big-eared hound.

After a while, under an old pine tree in the courtyard of the Patriarch Hall, the soil arched outward, and a branch slowly poked out, then stretched and expanded, branching out into more and more branches.

These branches gathered and took shape little by little outside, and finally turned into a tree man with dense branches.

Nature is just a flower branch. If you don't pay attention, it seems that there is a tree here.

Huazhi held a clay jar in her arms and looked towards the main hall of the Patriarch's Hall. The monk had already fallen asleep. Then she shook the dirt off her feet and slowly moved towards it. .

Arriving at the ancestral hall, the floor tiles and walls were made of the same material as Yuan Ming's rented house. Huazhi walked around the middle-aged man and saw at a glance an extremely large incense altar table, which was stacked up in layers behind it. The ancestral tablet in Xiaoshan.

On the left and right sides of the main hall, there were two large rows of ever-burning lamps scattered at different heights. Some unknown grease was burning inside, and the flames were extremely stable, exuding a faint aroma.

Huazhi just glanced at it and immediately withdrew his gaze. He narrowed his eyes and focused on the altar table.

There are three exquisite gold-carved three-legged incense burners placed there, which are full of incense ashes accumulated for who knows how many years.

Huazhi did not forget her mission and immediately stepped forward and placed the earthenware jar on the table.

Then he stretched out the palm of his branch, transformed into a shovel, and shoveled through the incense burners one by one, storing all the ashes inside into a storage bag hanging on his waist.

Then, he opened the earthenware jar and poured the ordinary incense ashes collected from elsewhere into the three incense burners on the table.

After doing all this, Huazhi retreated towards the outside of the Patriarch Hall.

When he walked into the yard, he did not forget to stretch out his hand to form a broom made of bundled twigs, and swept the soil he brought out back under the old pine tree.

Then, he shrank into the ground again and disappeared.

After a long time, the middle-aged man in blue shirt slowly woke up. When he found that he had fallen asleep for some reason, he suddenly shuddered and all his sleepiness disappeared.

He immediately stood up, released his consciousness, and quickly scanned the surroundings. At the same time, his eyes wandered around, but he did not find anything unusual.

Afterwards, he got up and searched carefully inside and outside the palace, but still found nothing.

He could clearly see the furnishings in the Patriarch Hall with his eyes closed. Not to mention if something was missing or added, he could easily detect if something had moved.

But incense ash, something that he thought was really useless, wasn't worth paying attention to at all.

The middle-aged man found nothing unusual, so he got up and came outside the Patriarch Hall.

When he opened the door, he discovered that the police-eared beast had also fallen to the ground, sleeping soundly.

He suddenly frowned, leaned over and gave it a big slap in the face.

The police-eared beast was shaken up and woke up suddenly, but there was still a confused look in its eyes.

Seeing its appearance, the middle-aged man could only sigh and went back to check it carefully. Naturally, he still found nothing, so he had to give up.

…

On the other side, Yuan Ming, who had returned to the house, looked at the newly obtained incense ash on the table and was in a good mood.

"Well, it can be regarded as an extension. It will be enough for a while."

The incense ash obtained from Xuanhua Temple has been used up during this period, and even the black incense made from this incense ash has been used up. There are only a few sticks left on hand made from Jiuli Temple incense ashes. It's black and fragrant.

These incense sticks not only have a shorter possession time, but also have no psychological induction effect. They can only look and do nothing, so the incense ash obtained this time can be regarded as solving Yuan Ming's urgent need.

Next, as long as he returns to Xiaohu City and buys some spiritual wood materials, he can make another batch of black incense. With the background of Zhenling Sect, it is expected that the effect will definitely be stronger than that of Xuanhua Temple Incense, and even more powerful. Can it be better than Liu Xinzong?

Yuan Ming was full of expectations for this.

…

Two days later, at noon, Yuan Ming planned to continue practicing the Nine Yuan Jue, but suddenly he had a thought and accidentally lit a stick of black incense. His spiritual thoughts possessed Guoguo, and naturally he saw Xiying again.

At this time, Xiying was sitting at the desk in an elegantly decorated boudoir. She was supporting her chin in one hand and holding a writing brush in the other. She was thinking about something and sometimes wrinkled the tip of her nose. She looked very cute and charming.

Guoguo squatted obediently on the stool next to her, squinting her eyes and taking a nap, only occasionally raising her eyes to look at her.

After Yuan Ming's soul possessed him, he wanted to urge Guoguo to open his eyes and get up to tease Xiying. However, the effect of the Jiuli Temple incense was limited. Guoguo couldn't sense his hint at all, and he was still half-conscious and half-awake. .

Yuan Ming was anxious and annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.

“Tuk tuk tuk”

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Xiying turned to look.

"Didn't you tell me not to disturb me when you have nothing to do?" Xiying frowned and asked, obviously her thoughts were interrupted and she was quite annoyed.