Incense to the ancestors, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 113 Lie Xian, the Flower Cow
There has been a change in the wasteland.

Wang Xiaobao heard a trace of uneasiness from the old ancestor's tone, and realized that there might really be a big change over there.

When he arrived at Zishi, he hurriedly arranged for the great initiation in the underworld for the ancestors.

This initiation, Wang Xiaobao felt very relaxed.

Perhaps it was because his cultivation base had broken through to the stage of transforming spirits, he gave the apology for more than an hour in one breath, and the true energy in his dantian was still full.

You can also continue to pour.

"Okay, okay, my good grandson, it's going to explode if I refill it!"

The old ancestor couldn't bear it, the majestic energy made the old ancestor scream excitedly, and he was so happy.

Finally, I took the initiative to disconnect the empowerment.

Wang Xiaobao withdrew his hand and smiled.

"After these few initiations, the strength of the eighteen generations of ancestors should have improved a lot, so they can protect themselves!"

He muttered to himself.

on the windowsill.

Napoleon turned his head and looked at Wang Xiaobao, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

Wang Xiaobao turned around and went to the refrigerator to pick up the "frozen chicken" killed a few days ago, and threw it to Napoleon.

"It's not fresh, I don't want to eat it!"

Napoleon turned his head away, very arrogant.

"Okay, I'll throw it away!" Wang Xiaobao made a gesture to take it away.

Napoleon rushed forward with a "huh", turned into a giant mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Hey hey, it's shameful to waste it, it's still meat anyway!" Napoleon laughed, spitting out a few chicken feathers from his mouth.

The bald-tailed roosters and flower hens in the coop were shivering.

Wang Xiaobao asked: "It seems that you have something to say just now."

Napoleon sighed: "Well, for the sake of that chicken, let me tell you a secret about the wasteland!"

"Say!"

"The wasteland is actually the first floor of the [-]th floor of hell, and there are seventeen floors above. Each floor is a realm, and the territory is vast, especially the first floor of the wasteland. Legend has it that the secret of becoming an immortal is hidden. .

"Over the years, countless powerful and old immortals have lurked and sneaked into the wasteland, just to take the last step and prove the way to become immortals."

Napoleon said, with a dejected look on his face.

"Back then, I also came here for this purpose, but in the end I encountered misfortune."

Wang Xiaobao wondered: "Are there really immortals?"

Napoleon nodded affirmatively, "Yes!"

"have you seen?"

"I haven't seen it, but some manuscripts and evidence unearthed from ancient ruins show that there were immortals in the wasteland, and they reversed life and death, jumped out of the six reincarnations, and went to the mysterious fairyland!"

Napoleon looked yearning.

Outside the window, the moths on the glass also fell silent, crawling incomprehensibly, their eyes dark and deep.

Wang Xiaobao was surprised when he heard it, and asked urgently: "The old ancestor said just now that the barren land has become more and more chaotic recently, what is the reason?"

Napoleon sneered and said, "What else could be the reason? It's probably because some fairy tales appeared again. Some sleeping old monsters woke up and wanted to move around."

"But they have been sleeping for too long, and their souls are almost exhausted, so they will secretly hunt all living beings."

"The little skill you gave to your ancestors, to be honest, in the eyes of those old monsters, it's not enough for them to eat in one bite."

"I hope your ancestors will be lucky, and there will be no old monsters sleeping near the castle, otherwise, hehehe. You don't need to burn paper in the future Qingming Festival."

When Wang Xiaobao heard this, his back felt cold.

Napoleon added: "By the way, a word of caution.

"You are an extremely yin body, and now you can be said to be fat and tender. If those old monsters find out, your fate will be worse than mine."

After that, he turned his head and looked at the moths on the glass outside the window.

"Little thing, come on, keep staring, I will definitely stare at you to death today!"

The moths fluttered their wings and looked at each other without fear.

Wang Xiaobao sat on the head of the bed, pinching his chin in thought, with a solemn expression.

The immortals, fairy trails, and old monsters that Napoleon said sounded dreamy, but even the extraterritorial shrines appeared over there, and these things seemed not difficult to understand.

And whether it is the ancestor or himself, there is danger at any time.

"It's still not strong enough. I just made a breakthrough the day before yesterday. Do I have to break through again now?!"

"Someone is always forcing me to break through!!!"

Wang Xiaobao gritted his teeth.

He immediately recited the magic Buddha scripture, and his consciousness came to the golden body of Yangbao Bodhisattva in Qingping Village.

"Wow~"

A strong power of incense was brought back, and the golden light enveloped Wang Xiaobao's whole body, like bathing in a golden waterfall.

His breath soared again.

The magic Buddha Yuanying in the dantian made a formula to absorb the power of incense and belief.

Wang Xiaobao's cultivation has reached the peak of the transformation stage.

It is only one step away from the next stage of refining the void.

But the power of incense and belief is not enough, and it cannot break through.

Napoleon stared blankly, and muttered to himself softly:
"This technique is definitely a magic technique. He has practiced so fast. It doesn't seem long before he will become one of those old monsters."

It has a lot of knowledge and sees the essence at once.

Wang Xiaobao felt the surging energy in his body, thinking that the accumulation of incense power was too slow.

"In the wasteland, there is also my golden body of Yangbao Bodhisattva. According to the ancestors, there are many creatures there, and they must have accumulated a lot of incense power. It's a pity."

Wang Xiaobao sighed, he had tried many times, but he couldn't come to the wasteland consciously.

Maybe it's not enough cultivation, maybe it's other reasons.

"Now it seems that we can only find a way to collect more incense and faith power from the Yangbao Bodhisattva Temple in Qingping Village."

Wang Xiaobao's thoughts were determined, and he immediately descended to the Yangbao Bodhisattva Temple in Qingping Village again.

Qingping Village.

A remote mountain village in Luohe City is little-known, but now it has become a popular scenic spot in Luohe City.

at this time.

The night was dark, and the full moon lifted into the sky.

Qingping Village is brightly lit, and many new shops have been opened, and some hotels are under construction overnight, and the machines are roaring.

on the mountain road.

The solar street lights are lit from the foot of the mountain to the Bodhisattva Temple, which looks like a long winding light dragon, with people lining up, and the bustle is even more lively than in the past.

Because a few days ago, Yangbao Bodhisattva appeared again.

Niu Niu Le Farm and Pleasant Goat Farm have large-scale production, and calves and lambs are born directly without conception, which is simply a miracle.

Many people came after hearing the news.

A group of experts called hell!
"Everything must be done scientifically. I don't believe that cattle and sheep give birth directly without pregnancy and raising fetuses! This is against biology!" an expert from Luohe City roared into the reporter's microphone.

There are several experts around who are blushing.

"My name is Li Fulai, and everyone calls me Professor Li. Today, I came to Qingping Village with a few colleagues to meet this miraculous Yangbao Bodhisattva face to face!"

Li Fulai said loudly, his eyes were full of ridicule.

He pointed to a cow he was holding behind him, and said, "This is a cow cow imported from Italy, which has undergone a ligation operation and is infertile.

"I brought it here today just to test whether this bodhisattva is alive or not."

"If Yangbao Bodhisattva can make this infertile and ligated flower cow give birth, I, Li Fulai, will tear up my professor qualification certificate on the spot and shave off my hair to become a monk."

He was very loud and uttered harsh words in front of the cameras of a group of reporters.

This is to gamble with his professor's future and reputation!
Too bad!
The reporters were excited, and the passers-by were excited.

It was fun to watch.

Everyone took the initiative to make way for Li Fulai and a group of professors, and let them lead the flower cow imported from Italy to the Yangbao Bodhisattva Temple.

not far away.

A taxi came with the traffic and parked in the newly repaired parking lot at the foot of the mountain.

"It's finally here, is Lao Wang in the temple on this mountain?!"

Wei Wenzhong got out of the taxi, his eyes full of anticipation.

He was followed by a female secretary in suit pants, holding a small notebook in her hand.

"Last time I asked you to investigate Lao Wang's hobbies, how did the investigation go, and what did he like?" Wei Wenzhong asked, buying an egg burrito from a stall.

A few classic quotes from Lao Wang are not enough.

As soon as it was hung on the wall, it was taken away by the leader. He was very happy but also had a headache because the leader still wanted it.

Helpless, he could only find a way to get some dry goods from Lao Wang.

The female secretary in suit pants said in a low voice: "Leader, I found out. Big data shows that Mr. Wang seems to be the supreme member of Luohe City's Footwashing City. He likes to wash feet, and he likes to order No. 258."

Wei Wenzhong was taken aback, and asked back: "What do you mean? Don't tell me, Old Wang is lustful?!"

The female secretary in suit pants brushed her hair and said with a charming smile: "The leader is wise, indeed!"

She is ready, ready to "sacrifice" for leadership.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)