Chapter 137 The Last Time

"What...what favor?" Wu Sang hesitated as he felt a little uneasy at Yuan Ming's smile.

"I want you to collect all the incense ashes in the incense burner on the altar in the temple hall. After that, I am willing to give you ten silver coins. How about that?" Yuan Ming asked.

It's not impossible for him to collect them secretly, but he didn't want to waste too much time. These gold and silver in the secular world were not valuable to him, and he had received compensation from the old pipe not long ago.

"What do you want the incense ashes for?" Wu Sang's heart beat when he heard "ten silver coins", and he frowned when he thought of what happened during the day.

"In my hometown, when people get sick, they have to drink water with incense ashes. I suddenly had a stomachache this morning." Yuan Ming admitted generously.

"Take incense ashes to treat diseases? There are also such folk remedies here." Wu Sang said without comment, but he was quite disapproving of Yuan Ming's way of treating diseases.

"If you don't want to, I can go directly to the temple of Garong. I believe he will be happy to cure diseases and save people." Yuan Ming rolled his eyes and said.

"Haha, this is too troublesome. Besides, Senior Brother Garong is still angry now, so don't provoke him. When everyone rests at night, I will help you with this matter. You don't have to trouble others. Take care." Wu Sang laughed and said hurriedly.

After sending Wu Sang away, Yuan Ming returned to the house and began to circulate his magic power and passed it into the incense burner once.

He suddenly thought of the scene where the little emperor was concentrating on practicing the "fireball technique". The more he thought about it, the more strange it felt.

He subconsciously imitated the little emperor's appearance and spread his legs to stand in a horse stance.

Closing his eyes, he carefully recalled the process of the magic power running in his body at that time, as well as those spells, then opened his eyes, stretched out his arm, raised his index finger, and began to urge the magic power.

Soon, a flash of fire appeared above his fingertips, and with a "sizzle" sound, a fireball about the size of a walnut kernel condensed out of thin air.

Although the fireball looked small, a burst of scorching heat spread throughout the room as the fireball appeared.

Yuan Ming looked at the "fireball technique" he had performed for the first time, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. It seemed that he had a good talent in learning spells.

He stared at the small fireball on his fingertips, observed it carefully, and compared it with the fireball technique performed by Chen Wan in his memory. It seemed that there was no difference except for the size.

Could it be that the key to this spell was that the little emperor continued to inject magic power, making the fireball bigger and stronger?

This guess was quickly suppressed by him temporarily.

First, he was currently in the secular world, so it was really inconvenient to continue studying the fireball technique. Second, he wanted to find out the key to burning incense and possessing the body, and he didn't have much energy to consider other details.

In the early hours of the night, Wu Sang came over carefully, carrying a heavy cloth bag like a thief.

Yuan Ming checked and found that it was no different from the incense ash he had brought during the day. It was indeed the incense ash accumulated on the incense table for many years, so he gave Wu Sang ten silver coins.

After Wu Sang asked about Yuan Ming's condition for a few words, he left happily: "Sure enough, the medicine shop is the most profitable business, that's right. After paying off the debt, do you consider doing this business? It won't kill you, it won't save you, it's risk-free, and you can make a profit regardless of drought or flood!"

Yuan Ming was not interested in Wu Sang's little thoughts. He continued to practice while transferring his magic power to help the incense burner recover.

For the next seven days, he hardly went out, and Wu Sang rarely came to see him again.

That morning, the Tai Chi pattern on the incense burner finally lit up a layer of dim light.

Yuan Ming couldn't wait to pick up a black incense stick as thick as a thumb from the table and inserted it into the incense burner.

In order to prolong the time of his possession, he mixed three times the amount of incense ash into this incense stick, and also increased the amount of other materials.

After Yuan Ming locked the door, he lit the black incense.

As the green smoke rose, the familiar feeling came again. Yuan Ming rubbed his hands, and his heart was full of expectations.

When he woke up from the darkness again, he immediately opened his eyes and looked around.

This time, he did not see the magnificent palace, nor did he smell the scent of refreshing spices. Instead, there was a scent of powder that penetrated his nose.

What he saw was actually a boudoir with light gauze curtains.

He felt something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to touch his cheek, but found that the body he possessed did not move. It seemed that just like last time, he could not control the body's movements at all.

He couldn't even move his eyeballs. The only area he could see in his sight was the area that this body could see.

Fortunately, at this time, the owner of the body looked down, and Yuan Ming saw two raised peaks and a snow-white arm resting on the table. It looked like she was wearing a woman's dress.

"Not a little emperor, nor a groom, but a woman..." Yuan Ming secretly complained.

At this time, the owner of the body stood up, but accidentally knocked the table with a "clang" sound.

"Xiao Yuan, what are you doing?" A slightly reprimanding voice came in from outside.

Xiao Yuan? Is it the name of the owner of this body?

Then, Yuan Ming heard a crisp voice from "himself": "It's okay, I bumped my foot..."

At this time, the beaded curtain outside the gauze curtain was lifted, and a beautiful woman walked in from outside. She was wearing the same clothes as Yuan Ming at the moment.

Yuan Ming took a quick look and realized that they were all dressed as maids.

"Xiao Yuan, I asked you to help the young lady get a fan, what are you doing here? Young Master Lin will be here soon, why are you still dawdling here?" the pretty maid scolded.

"I don't know why, I just felt a little dizzy..." Xiao Yuan said weakly.

"You just like to be lazy." The pretty maid pointed at her with her orchid finger and said.

"I..."

Unexpectedly, before Xiao Yuan finished speaking, Yuan Ming really felt dizzy again.

The next moment, his consciousness sank into darkness.

When he woke up again, he was still sitting in the temple room, and the thick black incense in the incense burner in front of him had burned out.

"The time seems to be about the same, not much longer than last time..." Yuan Ming picked up the incense burner and looked helpless.

As for the Tai Chi pattern on the incense burner, it had naturally gone out again.

"It seems that I have to try again." Yuan Ming adjusted his mood and said so.

…

In the next month, Yuan Ming used different materials and incense ash to make black incense.

He tried four times in total, and once possessed Wang Shun, but the result was the same every time. Not only was the possession time short and hasty, but he was also unable to control the host's free activities, and there was no time to investigate and verify his identity.

This made Yuan Ming speechless.

Seeing that the time to return to the sect was approaching, he decided to make one last attempt before leaving.

He took out a spirit stone from the storage ring, smashed it, ground it into powder, and added it to the spices.

With the addition of the spirit stone powder, there was a weak spiritual power fluctuation in the spices.

Then, Yuan Ming took out some incense ash and added it to the spices.

With the mixing and stirring of various materials, another batch of incense sticks was successfully made by Yuan Ming.

This time, the specifications he made returned to the original style, and he did not make that exaggerated coarse incense.

However, after the incense was made, Yuan Ming strangely found that he could not feel the spiritual power fluctuation from it.

"Could it be that the spiritual power has dissipated?" Yuan Ming was puzzled.

But he didn't think much about it and lit the black incense again.

However, this time, before he lit the incense, he kept silently chanting "Little Emperor" in his heart, hoping to be able to possess him again.

In the past many times when he lit incense to possess, the benefit was the greatest when it was on the Little Emperor.

In addition to transferring mana to the incense burner to help it recover, Yuan Ming couldn't help but ponder the strange "fireball technique" in his spare time.

Because when he possessed the Little Emperor, he really empathized with the process of releasing the magic, and even felt the flow of mana in the body when the Little Emperor cast the spell, so Yuan Ming came back to study it carefully, combined with previous experience, and soon learned it.

It's just that it's not as good as when the Little Emperor cast the spell for the time being.

Yuan Ming still hopes to be able to possess the Little Emperor again, and it would be best if he could feel the process of his casting again.

"It must be the Little Emperor, it must be the Little Emperor..." Yuan Ming was still shouting in his heart until his consciousness completely fell into darkness.

The next moment, his vision finally lit up again.

He saw a beautifully carved dragon throne and a desk piled with memorials.

"Your Majesty, how about taking a break before continuing?" At this time, a somewhat shrill voice sounded.

Yuan Ming's host heard the voice and turned his sight to see a young eunuch in eunuch's clothes, holding a bowl of ginseng tea and serving.

"It's really the little emperor, it really possessed the little emperor..." After Yuan Ming confirmed this, he was immediately in great surprise.

This means that a guess he has always had has been initially verified.

His possession is not really random and disordered, but is closely related to the things or people he has been thinking about.

"Dealing with these government affairs is really boring, or practicing is fun. I was too stupid before and refused to practice. The next time the national teacher comes, my burning explosion technique will definitely surprise him." At this time, the little emperor spoke.

Yuan Ming could clearly feel the excitement in his emotions, and even he himself was a little eager to try.