casket of old days

Chapter 566 Four Hour Work System
Just when Chu Qiguang was looking at Zhang Xinhui, Zhang Xinhui's eyes were fixed on the direction of the living corpses, but his heart was filled with infinite hatred.

Originally the leader of Huangtian Dao, he had a deep belief in the God of Huangtian.

And after being transformed by the son of the emperor, this belief has reached the point of extreme fanaticism.

Seeing the scene of Chu Qiguang stealing Huangtian's power in front of him, watching the other party trample on his faith recklessly, watching Huangtian being fooled and desecrated by the living corpses...

The fury in his heart burned his whole body like a raging fire, and he wished he could immediately explode and fight Chu Qiguang to the death.

"Chu Qiguang..."

And when he saw Qiu Yuebai, the original saint of Huangtian Dao, he saw that the other party was assisting Chu Qiguang to desecrate Huangtian.

The anger and hatred in his heart reached a peak like a raging fire cooking oil.

Zhang Xinhui couldn't imagine how much torture and ravage Qiu Yuebai had suffered to be willing to be forced by Chu Qiguang to blaspheme the God of the Emperor.

As if sensing Zhang Xinhui's scorching gaze, Qiu Yuebai also looked towards him, but immediately turned her head away, pretending that she didn't see it.

'I'm sorry, brother...but Chu Qiguang is really good, we can't beat him. '

Seeing the way Qiu Yuebai turned her head away, Zhang Xinhui's heart twitched, and then a deeper hatred gushed out: "After all, you have been made into such a shape that you don't even dare to look at me?" '

And the subtle reactions of Zhang Xinhui and Qiu Yuebai were all noticed by Chu Qiguang who was at the side.

He smiled slightly, and thought to himself: "It's been so long since I've seen my brothers and sisters, if I don't arrange for them to have a small gathering, wouldn't I be too unkind." '

Thinking of this, Chu Qiguang casually manipulated the meat blanket beside him, and sent some news to Jen Nu's fire net.

……

that night.

The cat demon Baimi came to Qiuyuebai's room.

Bai Mi's current martial arts strength is only a mere three realms, and it can be said that it is far inferior to Qiu Yuebai in front of him.

But all the people and demons in Yaoyin Village know that Chu Qiguang has cats and dogs under his command, and they have always been in charge of scouting, collecting information, and delivering messages in the territory.

Especially with the continuous expansion of the power of Chu Qiguang's subordinates, the power of the cat factory and dog factory is also growing.

From local conditions and customs to demons and ghosts, from officials at all levels to powerful people from all walks of life, these cats, cats and dogs are almost pervasive, and are despised by humans and monsters.

After the fire network in the Buddhist world was established one after another, Chu Qiguang's intelligence network became faster and faster, and the power of the second cat and dog factory became stronger.

Among the two factories, it is said that Qiao Zhi, the head of the cat factory, followed Chu Qiguang when he was wandering in the countryside. He is the big red cat in front of Chu Qiguang, and the cat factory has always dominated the dog factory.

At this moment, Qiu Yuebai looked at the cat demon Baimi in front of her. Although she was much stronger than the other party, she didn't dare to use any tricks.

After listening to the other party's request, Qiu Yuebai said honestly: "No matter what, he is the senior brother who brought me up since he was a child, and he is half my master. I can't do such a thing to be sorry for him."

Bai Mi flicked the cat's tail, thought for a while, and then said: "I have asked Thirteen Niang about your recent work performance, and it is considered good. Among the same five-level powerhouses, you are indeed One of the best."

"But you also know that, after all, you were born in the Emperor's Way, so you don't have enough qualifications."

"No matter how good you are at this rate, it will be difficult to get promoted."

"Unless you can completely cut off the past and make a cut with Huang Tiandao."

Bai Mi encouraged and said: "This time is a good opportunity."

"I can assure you that after doing this, you will definitely be promoted this year, and you will have your own exclusive workshop by then."

"In the future, you will have at least 10 taels of research funding each year, and you can personally select the researchers and craftsmen under your command. The chamber of commerce will also assign you a courtyard. Shuzhou and Lingzhou can be chosen by you..."

Listening to Baimi's generous conditions, Qiuyuebai's heart was shaken immediately, especially since she could choose her own researchers and craftsmen, she immediately thought of those saintesses and chief commanders who were recruited together with her.

But when he thought of Zhang Xinhui who taught him martial arts and Taoism since he was a child, he was like his half-master.

Qiu Yuebai still shook her head resolutely: "No...it's really not possible."

……

the next day.

In the caves of the Lan River Valley.

Chu Qi was kneeling on the ground with his discs on the ground, and thick magic dyes were pouring out of his body one after another, with traces of black aura flashing away inside and outside his body.

And the bones in his arms are passing along with the magic dye, emitting bursts of faint light under the flesh, gradually possessing the characteristics of the bones of unbelief.

While Chu Qiguang was exercising his belief in the dragon and adjusting and changing the characteristics of the bones in his body, Zhang Xinhui, the son of the emperor 50 meters away, was making talisman paper.

I saw them holding brushes, kneading formulas with one hand, and drawing strokes on the talisman paper in front of them with the other hand, slowly writing twisted lines.

This is an ability that can only be mastered after practicing the "Book of Man", and can make special talisman paper.

These talisman papers can be turned into talisman water as long as they are dissolved in water, and are used to perform various Taoism unique to the emperor's way of heaven for believers.

But the current son of Huangtian and Zhang Xinhui both know that Chu Qiguang has mastered the Taoism of allowing living corpses to steal Huangtian's power, and the reason why he asked them to make talisman water is probably for the living corpses to use.

This blasphemous act made them feel furious, and the hatred in their hearts was constantly intensified.

However, the power Chu Qiguang showed when he suppressed the son of the emperor was too powerful, which made them unable to raise their minds to confront head-on.

Moreover, in the teachings of Huang Tiandao, there is also the idea of ​​temporarily dormant when encountering powerful heretics.

Since hard ones are not good enough, then only soft ones can be used.

So even though under Chu Qiguang's persecution, although one person and one cat performed Taoism to make talisman water, they didn't try their best, but they seemed to be fishing for fish.

Whether it is output or quality, they are far from meeting Chu Qiguang's requirements.

Chu Qiguang glanced at them, and said lightly: "It seems that you are not willing to work hard with all your heart."

Zhang Xinhui and the son of Huangtian looked up at him, and they all said that they were already working hard, but the matter of drawing symbols was not as simple as it seemed.

The Son of Heaven said: "Don't look at us drawing a few random strokes, it seems to be very simple to make a talisman, but this process actually consumes a lot of energy and effort."

Zhang Xinhui snorted coldly, and said, "Painting talismans is a very dedicated and professional matter. Every stroke you make needs to devote your own power of faith, and you need to maintain a state of communication with Huangtian."

"And it's still a talisman for a pagan like you who blasphemes the emperor."

"Every time we finish a painting, we need to pray for a period of time to regain our faith before we can paint the next one."

"Even for us, being able to draw 30 to 50 pictures a day is the limit."

He paused, and then continued: "And if the mental rest is not good, it will also affect the work status of the next day, and maybe only a dozen pictures can be drawn by then."

"So we draw up to four hours a day, and rest, meditate, and eat the rest of the time."

"Every three days, I need to set aside a special day to pray to the emperor to restore my power of faith."

"This speed is already our limit, there is no way to go faster."

(End of this chapter)