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Chapter 459 God Advent

"Why don't you say anything, Lady Fairy?"

"Ouyang Lianghan, you...have you negotiated with that Shangqing Niubi that I will be a slave of Mo Shi and be squeezed day and night..."

"Well, not really."

"You have already taken out the "Zhenhao" and you still don't tell me the truth. It's really too much. You insult even your wisdom. If you don't bully an immortal like this..."

"Not really."

In front of the desk, looking at the little Mo Jing with a hopeless expression, Ouyang Rong looked a little embarrassed and shrugged:

"I just happen to be able to learn it, and you happen to know about Lingmo, so I have no choice but to trouble you."

"You're talking nonsense. You're not one of those five buckets of rice Taoist priests. How could you possibly learn this method?"

"Five Dou Rice Taoist Priest?"

"Fu Lu San Mountain belongs to Jiangnan Taoism. Jiangnan Taoism originally originated from the Five Pecks of Rice Sect. It used to be called this name. The leader's surname has always been Zhang. Later, it also evolved into the Tianshi Mansion lineage in Longhu Mountain. It has been passed down for countless generations. …

"Wait a minute, Ouyang Lianghan, do you have the blood of the Tianshi Mansion? Are you a descendant of the Zhang family?"

"Um, no, it's obviously not the same surname. Don't try to get my relatives randomly."

"Then you're just learning shit."

"Swearing again?" Ouyang Rong looked at her with a half-smile.

"I'm so angry."

Miao Si simply leaned back, sat down on the table, and started acting playfully. She spread her hands out and didn't want to do it anymore:

"Why do two of them want spiritual ink? I...I don't have that much talent. I can give you a piece of spiritual ink that can draw a talisman. You have to lose blood and essence. I'm so weak. Don't draw my blood." , It hurts so much, wuwuwu.”

"So, there is a female ink fairy like you on the other side of the Three Mountains of Fulu, whose blood is secretly drawn by the Sanqing Patriarch Hall to supply a steady stream of spiritual ink?"

"It's not that rude, but it's almost the same. They work as cows and horses, and they are forced to eat spiritual ink every day. They have to eat Xuanmen incense that they don't like to produce spiritual ink, otherwise they can't make up for the lost blood essence. Mo Qi..."

"then you……"

"I'm picky about food. I only like fragrant Wenqi. I don't like the bland and unappetizing Xuanmen incense."

"So you can't produce spiritual ink now?"

"I can only produce a little bit. I just woke up and recovered. I haven't eaten much Wen Qi. I still have a lot of it for Miss Xie to break through. The rest can only produce a little bit of spiritual ink, which is not enough for you to write a word." Hey, I...I'm still young, please let me go, okay..."

Ouyang Rong was unmoved: "You are not young anymore. Didn't you know a lot and you were very proud just now? You have been alive for at least three hundred years. How can you still call yourself not young?"

"..." Miaosi said weakly: "It can't be calculated that way..."

Ouyang Rong asked calmly:

"Then as long as you eat Wen Qi, you can continue to produce?"

"Well, that's right, but where can I get the literary spirit to feed me? I've searched all over Xunyang City, and I can't find many talented people. Except for a poor official who lives in the temple, none of them are very good. The literary spirit is hard to eat. If you don't have enough, you can only eat Hanlei Mo tablets to fill your stomach first, and make do with it. One meal is one meal, just like the difference between delicacies from the mountains and seas and white flour steamed buns.

"Well, literary talent is rare. The Mo envoys raised by Sanqing have to be forced to eat incense and fire. They are simply abusing monsters. Ouyang Lianghan is worse than you."

Miao Si shook his fist, filled with righteous indignation.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Ouyang Rong thanked him and ignored it. He took out his pen and paper and began to write.

"Wait, Ouyang Lianghan, what are you doing?" Miao Si waited for a while and realized something was wrong.

"Don't you want to be literary? Is this article enough?"

"what?"

Miao Si looked down, her face changed slightly, but she still spoke harshly:

"One...one article is not enough."

"Then one more, no, ten, twenty, forget it, let's do thirty first..."

Wonderful thought: "...??"

If other conditions were needed, Ouyang Rong would be a little embarrassed, but if he just lacked poetry... He had memorized a lot when he was admitted to the postgraduate entrance examination. According to the routine of some Internet articles in his previous life, he is now an old copycat.

Well, in fact, he was usually just too lazy to copy, so he seemed low-key, but now he lacked the literary skills to let the little ink master produce spiritual ink, so he had to use his traditional skills.

Fortunately, in the past, there was little pretentiousness about Wenqi and there was plenty of stock. Now it is in urgent need and is supplied to Miaoshi... There should be no shortage of Wenqi in a short period of time.

Seeing Ouyang Rong hunkering down at his desk, writing furiously, and writing amazing poems one after another under his dragon-like brush, Miaosi couldn't help but lean back. The desk in front of him was filled with an unprecedented amount of spiritual energy.

The little girl in Confucian attire swallowed her saliva.

Ouyang Rong wrote without stopping. Soon, it was her turn to be anxious:

"Okay, okay, don't write anymore. I know how good you are as a poet. You, you never pause. You are a scumbag. Could it be that you have already prepared the manuscript? You can't really banish the immortal. It's strange.

"Okay, please, please stop writing. Enough is enough. Please save some. I can't eat any more. Oh, you are so rude and you are ruining a good poem..."

After writing another article "Picking Mulberries", Ouyang Rongcai stopped writing and looked at her sideways:

"How long does it take to create a talisman of spiritual ink?"

The little girl in Confucian attire knelt down on the desk and carefully rolled up the pieces of rice paper full of literary talent. She moved carefully, took them aside and put them away. She whispered:

"Give me half a day... red and black talismans, right? I'll get you enough ink to write a red and black talisman."

"it is good."

Ouyang Rong's memorized poems are actually limited, and some of them are so explosive that it is inconvenient to take them out. It is true that he cannot write them endlessly. Fortunately, although this little ink master has a loud voice, his little belly seems to be easy to feed...

Sitting happily among a pile of wonderful poems, Miao Si couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong, who looked calm, and asked curiously:

"Are you really able to study the "True Edict" and use the Supreme Purity's unique skills? Doesn't that mean you can also use all the Three Mountain Talismans? Does the Sanqing Taoist Sect know about this?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "Of course I didn't say much to them." "Ouyang Lianghan, are you sure your surname is not Zhang? Or... there used to be someone named Zhang next door."

"I'll beat you again if I ask."

"..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly looked embarrassed, grabbed the old and blackened booklet on the table, stood up, and wandered alone in the study.

The little Mo Jing who was feasting on literary talent couldn't help but raise her head, and her mouth was a little slurred as she feasted on it:

"Well, Ouyang Lianghan, well, why are you still sighing?

“The Square Cun Thunder Pond, the Order of the Adventurous God, and the Nine Turns Pill Formation, these three three pure skills are among the top Qi refining techniques among the North and South Taoist sects.

"In the Three Mountains of Fulu, there are only a handful of Taoist priests who are qualified to practice. You, an outsider, who is neither the illegitimate son of the Zhang family nor a direct Taoist priest of the Sanqing family, are able to obtain the "True Edict" to study, and you are extremely lucky to get it. The gift of ink from this fairy girl is like a pie in the sky. It’s too late to be happy, so why are you still looking sad?”

Ouyang Rong frowned and turned back:

"Isn't there a shortage of special talisman paper? You can only produce spiritual ink, but what about the talisman paper? There is still something missing, and it is the most difficult to find... No, why are you looking at me like this? There is something on my face? Go ahead and be polite and don't look at people randomly. If you were looking at people like this, you would be beaten if you were in my hometown..."

Halfway through Ouyang Rong's words, he suddenly noticed that the little girl in Confucian attire had stopped eating and looked at him with a strange expression. Ouyang Rong couldn't help but urge her.

"Ouyang Lianghan, you...you really don't know? It seems that you really don't know anything about making talismans."

"It's indeed my first time to draw a talisman, but I'm missing the spiritual ink and talisman paper. No, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? I'm really convinced by you, hahaha, no, I'm going to die laughing."

I saw the wonderful thoughts and I was so happy that I covered my belly with my hands and rolled over with joy.

Just when the stern-faced Ouyang Rong was about to reach out, the little woman with a crown on the table suddenly pointed at the old blackened booklet in Ouyang Rong's hand with the word "Zhenhao" written on the cover:

"Aren't the pages of the book in your hand the best talisman? What else are you looking for? Hahaha, I laughed to death. She is the stupidest one."

"..."

Ouyang Rong said "Ah" and couldn't help but look down at this old booklet with about twenty pages. He raised his eyebrows...

evening.

In the study room of Yinbingzhai, Ouyang Rong sat upright in front of the desk.

The little girl in Confucian attire was not in the study, and some rhythmic purring could be heard faintly from the back room not far away.

It was in the afternoon that I was showing off my literary talent and producing wonderful ideas. I fell down tiredly and dozed off from exhaustion.

There really isn't a drop left today.

Ouyang Rong was not disturbed by the snoring. He sat quietly at the table and his eyes fell on several things placed on the desk in front of him.

First of all, there is a golden alms bowl, which contains half a bowl of blood-red ink. It exudes a scent of rosin. If you smell it too much, you will feel a faint poetic impulse to recite a poem.

Next to the golden alms bowl, there is a piece of old and blackened paper, which seems to have been torn from a booklet. There are some withered and yellow writings on the other side. At the moment, the side without writing is facing up.

In addition, Ouyang Rong also skipped the brush strokes for drawing talismans and directly borrowed Miao Si's snow-white whisk.

Anyway, they are all made from local materials, focusing on making the best use of one thing.

In the words of a certain little Mo Jing before he fell down tiredly, he is the smartest, bar none.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the spiritual ink and talisman paper, then took out the "True Edict" booklet with the last insignificant page torn off, and started to read through it.

According to what is said in the Zhengao.

The Divine Order needs to be used together with the red and black talismans. Those who have mastered this scripture can make an exclusive red and black talisman that contains the power of a divine order, carry it with them, and use it at any time.

By casting the Divine Decree, you can summon a "god" related to yourself, and the probability of success and the duration of the call are related to the closeness of the relationship.

The "god" being possessed has a certain degree of instinctive consciousness, but as long as it is not malicious, it will not take control of the body. Instead, the "god" being possessed will refresh the possessed person's ability status.

Of course, as a container, the possessed person cannot be too weak or brittle, otherwise the body will explode and die if it cannot withstand the seduction. In addition, the true strength of the descending "god" will also be suppressed, depending on the situation of the possessed person, because generally a high level descends to a low level, otherwise there would be no need for a deity.

Finally, at the end of the book, when introducing the Divine Order, there is an additional sentence:

The command of the gods can actually invite the past self as a "god" to maintain a full health state that once had no negative effects...

Ouyang Rong stared slightly when he saw this last item.

This knack of borrowing power from his past self to maintain a high level of spiritual state seems a bit fierce. Originally, he was worried about how to invite "gods". After all, he was not familiar with the ancestors of the gods in Sanqing. There is no way to achieve "closely related".

Immediately, Ouyang Rong frowned and asked himself to get up. It was just a renewal of the state. It was not too overbearing. After all, when encountering an enemy like Xuezhongzhu head-on, without the help of "Yuanqingxingkong" to use the sword, even if it is a magic spell, Even after refreshing his status ten times, he couldn't beat him...

The introduction in "Zhenhao" was concise and concise, but Ouyang Rong knew that as a secret knowledge of the Qing Dynasty that had been preserved in the ancestral hall and passed down for hundreds of years, there would definitely not be a single superfluous word, and any precautions would definitely be explained. .

For example, the trick mentioned about bringing down your past self as a spirit. Therefore, as long as it is within the above rules, it should be allowed and you can successfully ask God.

One thing worth noting is that the Zhengao does not say what kind of existence the so-called "gods" are.

After Ouyang Rong studied it, he felt more and more that this "god" was more like a metaphor.

He can make a red and black talisman that is closely related to him, and then when he is seriously injured, he can call on himself who was previously full of health.

But he is not God.

“Since I can descend myself as a god, the so-called god in the manual does not refer to a real deity, but an illusory spirituality similar to the ethereal soul.

"And the self in the past state... doesn't it mean that the divine command can also invite people who have existed in the past... Even the deceased can be present, as long as they are closely related to me? So this god can also be the deceased The person’s spirit in heaven.”

Ouyang Rong suddenly realized it, but immediately started to mutter again:

"But I'm not a Taoist priest, and I don't know how the Shangqing side uses the command of gods. There should be more 'gods' they can invite. After all, there have been many powerful figures in the history of Fulu Sanshan, who were enshrined as gods.

"But I don't know any powerful people, and there are even fewer people who are closely related to me. I can't just ask my junior sister or Liulang to be a god. If I can only descend from a high position to a low position, the scope will be even smaller. How can I feel that it is temporary? It's a piece of shit.

"In addition, if the person invited is someone who is still alive, will this person be able to sense it? I should be able to do so. After all, it borrows the spirituality of mythology..."

Just when he looked hesitant, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the yard, and soon the shouts of the junior sister came, seeming to be saying something to Zhen Shuyuan, Ye Weilai and the others.

Ouyang Rong immediately put away many items on the table and walked out.

"What's wrong? Junior sister."

After sending away Zhen Shuyuan, Ye Weila and other female relatives, Ouyang Rong asked immediately.

"Daochang Lu is leaving tonight. He called the prince and the prince to discuss matters. He said he had an important matter to explain."

Xie Lingjiang glanced at him: "Elder brother, it's best to go."

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)