So I became a god

Chapter 39

This dream journey has been very rewarding.

Not only did he inherit all his realm and strength from Qiu Sheng, but he even had a deep memory of the Taoism he learned in that world.

On the weekend, I spent a whole day to consolidate the Taoism in the realm of nourishing the soul, and I also reviewed all the Taoism I learned to learn new ones.

Full of confidence, he left the room and walked out of the community.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he turned his head and stared at his own building.

The evil spirit shrouded the sky above the building, and it was filled with tumbling.

"I didn't expect the place where I live to be so unclean. After cleaning up that female ghost, let's do a good cleaning again." Weekend muttered, and left gracefully.

at dusk,

Came to a remote alley on the weekend.

It was the only shroud shop he knew of in the neighbourhood.

The shroud shop has been open for some years, and I remember on weekends that this shop has been here since he was sensible.

The boss is an old man with intertwined gray hair and beard. He likes to put a bamboo chair in front of the store to bask in the sun.

The business of the shroud shop is neither good nor bad. After all, except for a funeral at home, no one likes to visit the shroud shop.

Although the door of the shroud store was open, the room was dark.The two pairs of paper dolls standing at the door looked eerie and weird under the dim moonlight.

On the weekend, he walked into the store with his face unchanged, and found the boss with his eyes closed in a pile of wreaths of paper figurines.

Hearing the movement, the boss didn't open his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to buy?"

"Yellow paper, cinnabar ink, writing brush, if there is a good old mahogany wood, I also want it." Zhou Zhou said.

The boss opened his eyes suddenly when he heard this, but after seeing that there was only a young boy in front of him, his expression returned to calm.

"It's better for ordinary people not to touch these things, so as not to cause trouble to the upper body and harm others and themselves. If you really want to play something exciting, I still mind you to search for some foreign psychic games on the Internet and try."

I ignored the boss's kind persuasion on weekends: "Can you hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Hmph, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer a disadvantage. The young people nowadays really don't have any sense of awe. They will suffer a big disadvantage sooner or later."

After talking about it for a while, the boss got up and turned on the light, then went into the warehouse behind.

A few minutes later,

The boss came out: "Hey, yellow paper, cinnabar ink, brush, a total of [-], cash or QR code?"

On the weekend, I looked at the things the boss brought out. Although they were not top-grade, I didn't fool myself with some rubbish.

It's going to be dark soon, and I don't bother to go home on the weekend.After paying the money, I grinded the cinnabar ink in front of the boss.

"Young man, this is the old man's business card. If you encounter something unclean while playing the game, you must remember to call the old man." The boss took out a business card and put it in front of the weekend and said.

I continued to grind on the weekend without even looking at the business card.

The boss said angrily: "Boy, you really don't know what to do, do you know that this old man is saving you?"

Grinding continued over the weekend with no response.

"Forget it, the dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know a good heart. I'm really a good person in vain. Hmph, I don't care whether you live or die." The boss was almost depressed by Zhou's ignoring attitude, and immediately made up his mind not to manage the weekend.

After the ears were finally cleansed, after adjusting the cinnabar ink on the weekend, he immediately drew a spell on the yellow paper with a brush.

The boss who was leaning against the door of the store was smoking a cigarette, and after taking a few puffs, he choked himself until his face turned red.

When I was coughing violently, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the weekend who was concentrating on painting.

"This brat can still draw symbols? He must have learned it randomly on the Internet." The boss affirmed in his heart, but driven by curiosity, he still walked over and glanced at it.

And after seeing this, the boss couldn't move his eyes any longer.

"What kind of amulet is this?"

That's right,

The boss didn't even recognize the spell drawn by the weekend.

But the powerful energy contained in that yellow paper cannot escape the boss's insight.

The boss's eyes were wide open, with an expression of seeing a great god on his face, and his heart was even more turbulent.

"Impossible. Impossible. This old man has traveled the rivers and lakes for decades, and has never seen this kind of spells. Soul-suppressing charms? Ghost-expelling charms? Evil-breaking charms? No, these spells are not so complicated and mysterious, and their power is not so terrifying and powerful. , What... what kind of spell is this?"

The boss was dumbfounded as he watched the writing brush in Zhou Zhou's hand continue to outline cumbersome and mysterious spells under the yellow paper, and the expression on his face showed signs of being about to fall into a demon.

After drawing the three ghost-killing talismans, Zhou Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The ghost-killing talisman is an enhanced version of the ghost-expelling talisman, which is several times stronger than the ghost-expelling talisman in terms of power and performance.

Of course, painting ghost-killing talismans is also very demanding for monks, and the minimum threshold is to cultivate souls, and you must practice ghost-expelling talismans to achieve great success.

With the Taoist cultivation at this time of the weekend, just drawing three Ghost Killing Talismans is already a bit overwhelming.

Turning his head, he saw the boss staring at him stupidly.

"Wake up." Weekend's mana-filled growl instantly woke up the stunned boss.

After the boss woke up, he straightened his clothes immediately, and bowed to Zhou Zhou with a solemn and respectful face: "Junior Quan Qing Sect disciple Cai Cheng, pay homage to the Taoist priest."

Among the Taoists, there are distinct levels and strict systems.
According to the realm of cultivation, it is divided into: Taoist boy, Taoist, Taoist priest, Taoist priest, real person, and celestial master.

The first level of Qi training is Taoist,

Practicing Qi on the fifth level is a Taoist,
The seventh layer of Qi training is a Taoist priest,
The state of cultivating the soul is the Taoist leader,
The realm of alchemy is a real person,
Above the alchemy is the celestial master.

Judging from the current state of cultivation at the weekend, it is no exaggeration to be honored as a Taoist leader.

Weekend was silent for a moment, and then said: "Weekend."

"It turned out to be Daoist Zhou face to face. Cai Cheng has offended me just now. Please forgive him." Although he didn't reveal his own sect at the weekend, Cai Cheng didn't dare to complain in his heart.

He knows very well what it means to be a real priest in today's era.

He may be the leader of a faction,
He may be the master of one side,
He may be the guest of the top dignitaries,
It is even possible that some big boss paid a high price to ask him to come down the mountain to worship.

No matter what kind of Taoist priest he is in front of him, he is not something that a mere ants on the second floor of Qi training can offend.

You must know that the head of the Quanqing Sect is only at the sixth level of Qi training, even if that is the case, those local wealthy businessmen have to make an appointment in advance to meet each other.

As for the appearance and age of the weekend, Cai Cheng has no doubts.

Although the masters of Taoism who are in the realm of nourishing the soul cannot live forever, it is not a problem to have the art of retaining the face.

Even some Taoist masters who are still childish will maintain their appearance as a child, so as to play with the world of mortals and hone their Taoism.

"By the way, Daoist Zhou, there is a treasure of the store in the Pindao shop. It is a century-old high-grade mahogany sword. I wonder if Daoist Zhou is interested." Cai Cheng asked respectfully.

(End of this chapter)