Chapter 135 A Flash of Inspiration

After Yuan Ming used his spiritual sense to investigate the black incense, he still found that the incense still had no spiritual power fluctuations. Just like the previous studies, there should be no spiritual materials in the material. Even so, there are many kinds of things in the world. How to be sure?

He carefully recalled the details of the two times he had been possessed by incense.

Yuan Ming just sat there quietly, not eating or drinking, and he had become crazy.

One day, two days, three days.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Yuan Ming dragged his tired body, got up and opened the door. Wu Sang walked in and said happily: "This time I can confirm that one of the materials is very close to pine powder."

"Similar to pine powder? So that's it. Mr. Wu Sang has worked hard." Yuan Ming nodded and said, without showing any joy on his face.

In the hundreds of previous attempts, he had already added pine powder.

Even if it was pine powder, what could it do.

"Friend Yuan, forgive me for being blunt. Your black incense doesn't look special at first glance, but after my exploration for some time, I feel that this incense is extraordinary. As long as you spend more time and effort, you will succeed. Don't be too anxious." Wu Sang comforted.

If he had helped Yuan Ming purely for money before, at this moment, he really had a strong interest in the mysterious black incense. The appearance of this black incense rekindled his desire to win.

Yuan Ming forced a smile. He had limited time away from the sect and could not stay in Jiuli Temple for a long time.

Once he returned to the sect, it would be impossible to purchase countless incense-making materials and experiment one by one. In addition, he had a lot of things to do, so there was no hope of successfully imitating it in the short term.

Forget it, forget it, let's go back to the sect.

"My friend, listen to my advice. You are a little impatient. In fact, making incense is a slow and meticulous job. It is better to go out and relax, calm down your mood, and then come back to continue. Today is the annual ceremony of worshiping the dog-tooth god in the temple. You can go and worship." Seeing that Yuan Ming did not speak, Wu Sang hesitated and said.

Yuan Ming was not interested in this kind of worship of ghosts and gods in the mortal world, and did not think it really existed.

He shook his head and was about to refuse, but he thought about it and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

In the eyes of ordinary people, a cultivator like himself is also a legendary god.

"Lord Dog-tooth God lives in the cloud palace and can observe everything. As long as you pray sincerely, maybe he can project his sight over and help you complete the incense making." Wu Sang saw that Yuan Ming was moved and said again.

"Can the dog-tooth god help me?" Yuan Ming said with a little sarcasm.

"Sincerity is effective, why not give it a try?" Wu Sang said with a smile.

"Haha, I've been bothering you in the temple for many days, so I should burn some incense sticks." Yuan Ming also laughed. He was indeed a little obsessed with making incense these days, and he was a little obsessed. It would be a good thing to watch them pretending to be gods and ghosts, to relax and calm down.

So under the leadership of Wu Sang, he came to the main hall and found that there were obviously more people burning incense in the temple today than in the past.

An altar was set up in front of the dog-tooth god statue. A temple keeper wearing a priest's robe and a tiger head mask was dancing on it, sometimes dancing with his hands, sometimes dancing with his feet, and sometimes kneeling down to worship the dog-tooth god statue.

Yuan Ming knew that this was a dance to worship gods in southern Xinjiang, and it was only performed during some grand celebrations or festivals.

"The sacrificial ceremony is being held now." Wu Sang explained softly.

Yuan Ming nodded slightly and joined the crowd of people burning incense.

The altar in front of the dog-tooth god statue was filled with bunches of incense sticks. The rising smoke condensed on the face of the dog-tooth god statue, making it blurry and adding a sense of mystery.

Groups of people from southern Xinjiang came forward to burn incense and pray sincerely. The whole courtyard was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere. Yuan Ming was in it and couldn't help but feel touched.

He recalled the last time he possessed Wang Shun and saw the people praying outside the City God Temple. He seemed to have the same unspeakable emotions that day.

He looked at the southern Xinjiang people around him. They all had solemn faces and pious expressions. Some put their hands together on their foreheads, and some put their fists on their chests. They seemed to have something to ask for and were sincerely worshipping.

As the crowds gathered, pilgrims took turns to come forward one by one, burn incense to the statue, kneel down, and then leave.

Everything was in order. No one needed to say or do anything. Everyone followed the rules and did not dare to make any disrespectful moves to the gods.

Yuan Ming also followed the crowd forward.

Unlike others, he held a stick of incense that he made himself. After lighting it on the candle flame, it emitted bluish-white smoke and a slightly unique fragrance.

Yuan Ming imitated the common people, put the incense between his eyebrows, bowed three times to the dog-toothed god statue, and inserted it into the incense burner.

Because he used a little more force, his two little fingers were pressed into the incense burner, and were stained with a lot of incense ash.

After inserting the long incense, Yuan Ming clasped his hands on his chest, knelt on the mat, and prayed silently in his heart while bowing his head: parents are safe, cultivation is successful, and misfortune can be turned into good fortune.

Strangely enough, when he did this ritual, Yuan Ming's original distractions and anxiety disappeared, as if his soul was comforted, and his heart became surprisingly calm.

After he finished bowing for the last time, when he raised his head, his eyes involuntarily looked at the dog-toothed god statue on the high platform.

At this moment, the statue was surrounded by smoke, and its face became even more blurred under the smoke.

Just as he was stunned, the people of Southern Xinjiang behind him were already whispering to him to make way.

After Yuan Ming stood up, he walked towards the temple entrance.

Wu Sang was standing there waiting.

"How is it? Have you received any enlightenment from Lord Fang God?" Wu Sang asked.

Yuan Ming did not speak, but shook his head.

"Maybe the time is not right yet, or Lord Fang God has not felt your sincerity." Wu Sang glanced at Yuan Ming and sighed meaningfully.

Sincerity leads to success, and you get paid for doing things?

"Maybe... Wu Sang, have you ever listened to the instructions of the Fang God?" Yuan Ming asked back.

"The Fang God never speaks to people, but his guidance is in the sound of the wind, in the surging clouds, in the stars in the night, and in the dreams of lost people." Wu Sang was stunned, then shook his head and smiled. He had always heard this from the temple keeper, and it came out naturally.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ming said without comment: "No matter how beautiful your words of praise to God are, God can't hear them. If God is effective, you wouldn't have lost everything and had to hide here!"

Wusang's smile disappeared in an instant, and he whispered: "No, no, that's because I'm not pious enough..."

At this moment, a clear and pleasant bell sounded, the sound was very penetrating, as if it could hit the soul directly.

Yuan Ming looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall man wearing a dog-head mask and a ragged robe with colorful strips of cloth sewn on it. He held a brass bell in one hand and a delicate brass sword in the other hand, and he jumped all the way from the outside.

"Senior Brother Galong is going to perform the Nuo dance, make way for him." Wusang said, pulling Yuan Ming to the side of the door to avoid it.

The people in the temple also scattered around, leaving the middle area.

The masked Garong danced into the center of the square, chanting incomprehensible prayers and shaking the copper bells while dancing.

Yuan Ming could understand the southern Xinjiang language, but he couldn't understand the prayers with unique rhythm and tone. It was just that the bells, which were not very frequent, struck his heart one by one.

He couldn't help but think of the Biluo Cave and the soul-stirring silver bells.

Yuan Ming watched for a while and was about to leave, but was stopped by Wu Sang.

"You must watch the Nuo dance from the beginning. That is the rare time when the dog-toothed god descends. It is taboo to leave now, and bad luck will come." Wu Sang said with a serious expression.

"I don't believe it." Yuan Ming said.

Can a gambler who has already lost his soul really have a pious heart?

Thinking of this, Yuan Ming couldn't help but chuckle.

In the rhythm of the prayers and bells, Yuan Ming slowly set his sights on the incense burner on the altar.

The long incense sticks inside were emitting smoke, and the ashes of the burned incense slowly fell and settled in the incense burner. The incense burner on the altar had accumulated nearly a hundred years of incense ashes!

He couldn't help but clench his fists, and his skin felt the incense ashes that had just been stained.

At this moment, Yuan Ming's mind was like an electric shock, and a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

The inspiration had completely controlled Yuan Ming's thoughts and dominated Yuan Ming's body at this moment. The next moment, he took a step forward, his figure like a swimming fish, passed by Ga Long who was dancing the Nuo dance, and came to the incense table under the surprised eyes of everyone.

Ga Long also stopped dancing, and Wu Sang was unable to react for a while.

Yuan Ming ignored the reactions of others, stretched out a finger and inserted it into the incense burner. The storage ring on his finger shone and collected some incense ashes. He turned around and ran out of the square, disappearing from everyone's sight.

There was a dead silence in the hall at first, and then a commotion broke out.

The pilgrims had different expressions, some were puzzled, some were angry and accused, and some knelt down to pray, begging the gods for forgiveness.

No one understood what the young man did? Nor did they know why he suddenly did this? Some people began to curse in a low voice.

Garong had never seen such a situation before, and his body was stiff. He didn't know whether to jump or not, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Wusang didn't want his sponsor to be expelled, so he temporarily put aside his piety to the gods and had to step forward and say loudly:

"Don't panic, everyone, he may be guided by the gods, this is the blessing of the dog-toothed god, and he has come again."

After hearing this, everyone stopped being angry and knelt down to pray, while Garong breathed a sigh of relief, continued to shake the brass bell in his hand, and jumped up while muttering something in his mouth.