With magical powers, I can quietly meditate on sutras for hundreds of years and become an immortal.

Chapter 110 Not being able to ask for anything is a disease
  Regarding modifying other people's secret methods at will.

Li Zhen didn't feel any guilt at all.

Even if someone comes to visit him in the future, he will still have something to say.

Yours is six characters, mine is nine characters.

What could this have to do with anything?
  Smiling rather shamelessly as he got older, Li Zhen started to get down to business.

Find a way to recycle this bottle of "incense" from waste.

First of all, it must be explained that there is no shortage of precedents in the world of using true Qi rhyme to nourish personal belongings.

Under the infusion of zhenqi, these weapons often reveal characteristics far beyond those of ordinary weapons.

Or it can cut iron like clay, or it can be as solid as rock.

The so-called magic weapons in the world refer to these objects that have been cultivated with true energy for a long time.

Just like the Fu Tianming sword that is still stuck on the sword-removing stone at the foot of Xianming Mountain.

It is such a magic weapon.

In this case, simply use this as a reference.

Is it easy to draw a conclusion?

What true energy can do, incense can also do.

In this way, the "weapon refining" envisioned by Li Zhen also has the possibility of success.

Although he doesn't have a suitable weapon in his hand for him to test.

However, isn't there something more suitable right in front of him?
  Whether it succeeds or fails, you will know once you try it.

Thinking of this, Li Zhen walked into the ancestral hall in the courtyard with a smile on his face.

He looked at the portrait of himself hanging on the wall a little awkwardly.

After all, it always feels a little weird to be hung on the wall and worshiped while still alive.

But such emotions only flashed through his mind before he suppressed them.

Then he opened the jade purification bottle and softly recited his improved mantra.

There was a buzzing sound.

The weight of the bottle in his hand suddenly increased again.

The voice was urgent.

He lightly hooked his fingers and pointed toward the portrait.

Along with that kind of mysterious connection.

The jade pure bottle had dissipated a little in the past few days, but still most of the incense left suddenly flew out.

It turned into a stream of light invisible to ordinary people, flashing in the air.

Then, he disappeared into the portrait.

Take a closer look.

It was originally an ordinary figure, just a portrait that had been stained by years of fireworks and had some traces of time.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt something strange.

It's like it's covered with a layer of mystery.

The clothes of the characters in the portrait are slowly shaking.

At the same time, the faces of the characters also become unreal and somewhat unclear.

"It's done?"

Feeling that weak connection suddenly strengthened a bit.

Li Zhen was a little happy and looked at it carefully again.

Take in the changes that have occurred one by one.

Wave after wave of novel feelings surged through his heart.

Despite knowing that he may not be the first person in the world to make such use of incense.

This portrait is not the first so-called "magic weapon" as he calls it.

But somehow, Li Zhen felt an inexplicable sense of joy.

It's like a child getting a favorite toy for the first time.

That kind of joy bursts out from the bottom of my heart from the inside out.

For a moment, it was hard to suppress.

"hey-hey!"

"Incense, mantra, magic weapon."

"Who said this world must only be about martial arts? Isn't it getting weird now?"

A strange smile flashed on his face and he murmured.

In Li Zhen's eyes, the world has remained unchanged for more than fifty years.

It seems that strange changes have taken place in just a few years.

And this kind of change shocked ordinary people and terrified warriors.

But it was exactly what he had always expected.

The more bizarre and absurd it becomes.

At the same time, it also means that the world has more possibilities.

Practice and live forever.

This was never just a dream!

"And this is just the beginning."

Look at the portrait in front of you that seems to disappear strangely and return to ordinary.

While Li Zhen laughed heartily, he had a novel idea.

At that time, Li Taiqing was able to leave his martial arts will in the murals for three hundred years.

But right now, he may be far behind him in terms of martial arts willpower training.

But if there is no need to reach his level.     Just hide his two styles of Sanshou in this portrait.

It seems that it is not impossible.

Li Zhen stroked his beard, and the smile on his face became brighter.

Jingming four years.

Li Zhen and Lu Ce, the director of the Xicheng Martial Arts Academy, were drinking at Feng Chong's home.

This is a standard northwest man.

Burly and bold.

But there is also a stubbornness.

He just came back from the northwest a few days ago.

A majestic innate master.

Broken an arm and suffered injuries all over.

Of the dozen martial arts masters who went with him, only three came back alive.

Every time this matter is mentioned, this northwest man cannot help crying.

It was through him that Li Zhen learned about the war in the northwest.

Terrible!

Unspeakably tragic!

It was a more fierce and bloody fight than a head-on military confrontation.

Facing the crazy church supported by Buddhists: the Three Tribulations Salvation Society.

And the Blue Dragon Society, which is secretly fanning the flames.

Countless young martial arts disciples died tragically in life-and-death fights with them.

Whose son are they?

They were handsome young men.

They should also have a bright future as bright as the sun.

But now, they are all dead.

Because of the emperor's absurd order, he died in the far northwest frontier with his passion for sharing the country's worries.

Even after death, the whole body cannot be found, let alone the soul returns to its hometown.

"I'm sorry for them!"

Having said this, Lu Ce raised the wine bottle and poured himself into it.

When he put it down, tears mixed with wine flowed down his face.

Listening to his story, Li Zhen fell silent.

He had no words of comfort to say.

Because he knows.

Lu Ze doesn't need comfort right now.

All he needs is to vent and have someone to listen to him quietly.

It turned out that the person was Feng Chong.

It’s just that hot-blooded young people can’t listen to this.

He went to practice martial arts full of anger, saying that he would kill all those thieves in the future to avenge this.

So this job fell on Li Zhen.

Fortunately, he has rich experience of being used as a talking hole by others all year round.

So I just listened quietly and drank a glass of wine silently.

At the same time, I sighed in my heart.

He could see it.

This kid Zhao Ping is still sick after all.

The disease is due to the fact that when I was young, I prayed hard but couldn't get it, and my love gave rise to hatred.

Yes, he hates martial arts.

Likewise, I also hate all people who practice martial arts in this world.

So he sent the young people from the martial arts academy to the far north.

Perhaps the intention was not to let them die, but to keep them farther away from him.

However, the development of things is always unexpected.

Maybe Zhao Ping, as the master of this huge country, doesn't care about the deaths of these people.

However.
  In this world, is it really possible to completely abandon warriors and walk on one leg?
  Maybe, maybe not.

No one will have the answer until everything comes to an end.

Li Zhen doesn't know either.

But he understood that this was not the end, but the beginning.

Finished the meal.

He Feng Chong explained how portraits can save lives at critical moments.

Li Zhen said goodbye to Lu Ce and left Xicheng on Erqing.

There is no never-ending feast.

Hopefully, they can have their next reunion.

It's just that he didn't notice.

Shortly after he left, the Suzi Guanyin Temple, which had been closed for a long time, suddenly opened its doors.

In walked an unusually young monk.

(End of this chapter)