Offerings

Chapter 37 Offering

Like the previous two times, he heard no answer.

But he felt the emotion. The emotions of satisfaction and joy in his consciousness suddenly became stronger and then disappeared, as if a candle was blown by the wind for a moment.

Is this a hint? Joy and contentment?

Li Wuxiang told himself to calm down. Putting aside this time, the first two times when the external evil appeared, it must have been due to some common factor... The first time it was because I wanted to help, and the second time too, it was just to help me?

Feel joy and satisfaction because you helped yourself?

It's definitely not right. But he felt that he was getting close to the correct answer... Think about the second time, the time when he was fascinated by Zhao Qi's drug - he called out the external evil, and the external evil appeared. But at first the external evil was indifferent, and then what did he say?

"No matter who you are, if you help me this time, I can live in peace, learn some magic methods, and worship you...and find tributes for you! What do you want?"

After saying these words, Waixie immediately took action to restore his clarity of mind. Still the same question, which sentence moved it?

Li Wuxiang's heart skipped a beat and he was silent for a moment: "What you...want to offer as an offering are magical powers?"

The darkness faded away like a tide, and the light from outside suddenly filtered in through the gaps in the doors and windows. Li Wuxiang felt his body. But he still sat on the straw bed, motionless.

This is not because he has lost control of his body, but because he has a thought that makes him "want" to sit here. This kind of thought is not irresistible, nor is it clearly malicious. It is more similar to the feeling when a person wants to leave the warm bed on a cold winter morning when the north wind blows, making him want to stay in bed for a while, and then stay a little longer. Sticky resistance.

He knew it in his heart. I answered a question correctly, which made Waixie feel satisfied. But he was not completely satisfied yet, so he turned the tough and arrogant deprivation into gentle control, which was both a small reward and another kind of deterrence.

Li Wuxiang sighed in his heart. I originally thought that after coming to this world, although there were many crises around me, I at least gained complete freedom. But the current situation has become a bit like the old world again - demanding, controlling, and giving. The only good thing is that he is used to and good at handling this kind of relationship, and he doesn't feel particularly angry or uncomfortable about it.

So he calmed down his breathing and did not fight against the thought that asked him to continue sitting here, but calmly said in his heart: "Okay, let's have a good chat now. I should have some common sense here. And memory, I guess you have mine too, knowing where I come from.”

"Then you should understand that where I come from, people are no longer used to kneeling down and worshiping powerful people, so you should also know that I will not be particularly respectful and fearful towards you like other people in this world. It's not that I don't respect you. It’s a matter of habit for you.”

"Then, can we discuss one thing - don't be the Riddler? No matter how you came to me, I feel that now I must be very important to you, and you should be very important to me. So we can Can't you find a more convenient way to communicate? So that no matter what you want in the future, I won't misunderstand you. For example, now and before, you always remind me of something and understand something, but what if I misunderstand you? Now, do you think that’s what I mean?”

He really wanted to hear a specific response from Waixie. A sound, an image, or some other concrete reaction, rather than the current "feeling". This "feeling" was too lofty, too mysterious, and too ethereal. Many times, it even made him feel that he was completely unable to resist, resulting in a subtle despair.

Waixie remained silent and did not give the response he expected. After a short while, when Li Wuxiang was not sure whether it had left, he suddenly couldn't help but look at his left hand.

This is a pretty good hand, slender and strong, with well-defined muscles and bones. Under the skin, which is no different from that of ordinary people, there is a layer of net that supports the shape of the hand, and the tentacles below simulate the shape of blood vessels.

But when Li Wuxiang saw his hand now, he suddenly felt extremely disgusted. There was no reason, but he felt like this hand was like a piece of shit that was forcibly attached to his wrist. He wanted to cut this thing off immediately and throw it away far away.

This is the feeling that external evil gives you!

When he clearly realized this, he couldn't help but stand up, pulled out a piece of firewood from the firewood pile, and began to seriously consider how to get this hand off.

He immediately spoke in his mind: "Okay, I understand, I won't misunderstand what you mean. I can tell whether it is my own idea or yours."

The left hand immediately became less annoying and became a familiar hand to him again.

Li Wuxiang put the firewood back in, was silent for a while, and then breathed out: "What else do you want?"

After saying this, he thought of Zhao Qi, and then more thoughts jumped out of his head. Li Wuxiang felt a shiver in his heart, knowing that this was Waixie answering his question, so he immediately let his thoughts wander freely and spread out——

Zhao Qi is a disciple of Zhao Puppet. If Zhao Puppet is not lying, he is "about to form an elixir", which means that it is similar to his current state, which is the stage of "Jie Jiugong". The difference is that he has no state, and No energy at all. However, according to the classification of Ranshan Sect's cultivation realm, in terms of "building foundation", "refining Qi", "forming elixir", "returning emptiness" and "integrating Tao", Zhao Pup should be at the great state of Qi refining.

When Zhao Qi was talking to him in the morning, he once said something - "Wait until I reach the realm of your master." According to his temperament, if he is also a master of Qi refining, he will definitely explain it. And Zhao Xi said that it usually takes a year for ordinary people to build a foundation, which can take more than a month. So Zhao Qi should be refining Qi now, but he is still far from a great success.

From this aspect, my master is actually about the same level as myself.

But this only refers to "realm".

For example, two strong adult men, the "adult" realm here.

Strength is also half a pound, and the "strength" here refers to the amount of energy in the same realm.

But one is an ordinary person, and the other has received long-term martial arts training, has a sharp blade in his hand, and knows how to use his strength. If he really takes action, there is no doubt about the outcome.

Zhao Qi has been in the Ranshan sect for more than 20 years. He knows the magic of talismans, the preparation of elixirs, kung fu skills, and sacrificial rituals. These things are the real life-saving and killing techniques.

The talismans must be obtained by oneself. When Zhao Xi was killed, she had many talismans made of bamboo paper hidden in her body. My current situation is similar to that of Zhao Xi at that time. If I learn Zhao Qi's talismans, I can use that method to sacrifice false internal organs for myself - although Guang Chanzi's Taoist book is to cultivate people into A piece of human skin, but if the body is filled with those talisman organs, it will look more like a human being. Zhao Qi checked his own pulse and didn't see anything, but monks with more advanced Taoism were not so easy to fool, and Talisman Technique could solve this problem.

Mixing pills, kung fu skills, etc. are not very unusual. If you can't learn them from Zhao Qi, you can also find opportunities from others.

But the most important thing is the sacrificial rituals.

The eight mystical religions and even all the unpopular teachings in the world all have gods enshrined in them. The spells and supernatural powers of Qi Refiners and Taoist priests originally came from the gods they worshiped. Only by offering sacrifices to the Lord can the magical powers be more effective, and only then can one ascend to a wonderful realm and be ranked among the immortals when he finally attains enlightenment. Even in more extreme cases, you can try to invite gods to come to the world and borrow their various magical powers.

But this kind of thing is only in the hands of the Eight Mysterious Sects, or to be more precise, the Seven Mysterious Sects - Taiyi, which worships Donghuang Taiyi, has now been divided into thirty-six sects. Among these thirty-six sects, there are Some people don’t know the serious rituals of worshiping the eight spiritual gods.

But the Ranshan sect still knows, and Zhao Qi still knows!

The thought came to an abrupt end, followed by a strong sense of anticipation.

"Okay, I understand, this is what you want me to do - get the Ranshan sect's talismans and sacrificial rituals." Li Wuxiang said in his heart, "But I have a small opinion. If you If you know something about my past, you should know that I need to be paid for doing things. It will indeed benefit me to get these things, but the problem is that if you don’t ask me to do it, I will do it myself to know more and change. Be stronger.”

Li Wuxiang's thinking paused for a moment, and Waixie did not give any feedback. He took this to mean that the other party was not dissatisfied.

"Then you have to give me some reward. Are there any powerful techniques, magic weapons, or key information? Otherwise, if I am like this now, how will I deal with Zhao Qi if something unexpected happens?"

After a moment of silence, he suddenly felt a sense of security in his heart. It was not warm, but a little cruel. At this moment, he had a strong impulse - take risks. What's the big deal even if it fails? I was already dead once when I was in the stove, but the external evil saved my soul. Even if I die again, the worst I can do is bury myself in the ground and wait for someone destined to meet me. Months, years, tens, hundreds of years... I can wait slowly.

Then the impulse disappeared, along with the sense of grandeur and emptiness.

Li Wuxiang let out a breath, walked slowly around the room for a few steps, waved his arms, closed his eyes and thought about some scattered thoughts, and then made sure that the external evil had left.

Those thoughts just now were "given" to me by external evil spirits, and at the same time, they also provided some things that I didn't know originally. With these thoughts, it made demands and proposed clear and required objects of worship - the talismans mastered by Zhao Qi and the rituals for worshiping the gods.

This thing...is a bit interesting.

After learning the talisman, you can disguise yourself better in the crowd - this seems to be for your own good.

But if you look at it in conjunction with the requirement of "sacrificial rituals"... does it plan to force itself to use this method so that it can occupy this body?

No, Zhao Puppet once said something about external evil when he was trapped: External evil will help people practice, but in the end it will drive people crazy, so it shouldn't be in a hurry to take action now. And as long as it knows itself a little bit, it should know that when that time comes, its choice will be exactly the same as when it was trapped-at worst, everyone will die together.

What is that for? This external evil likes to help others? Or keen on emotional value?

Li Wuxiang let out a breath. There are still some questions that need to be clarified...for example, whether it is monitoring its every move and whether it is aware of its every thought. If he can solve these problems, it's not like he has nothing to do -

stop. He didn't let the second half of the thought come to him. That may be the only method he can use in the future when facing this external evil that can control people's hearts, and he now doesn't know whether the external evil can read his thoughts.

However, what is gratifying is that it gives myself a safety guarantee... although the end will be very miserable when I think about it. Is this external evil a bit stingy?

For the next whole day, Li Wuxiang meditated in the woodshed. Although the essence gained through breathing and breathing is just a drop in the ocean, over time, you will gain something. He took two breaks during this period and found that Xue Baoping seemed to have barely memorized the fifty-three words, so he tried to teach her another thirty words, but this time she couldn't remember it no matter how hard she tried.

This is not because she has a bad memory, but because of her understanding - the content of things like the Taoist Book of Mind and Dharma has magical power in itself. Whether she can memorize these things or not is a matter of passing a test. But Li Wuxiang was very happy to see such a result. Her aptitude and understanding are not good enough, but not to the point where she is completely unable to practice. Then she won't have the chance to get into too much trouble in the future, but she can also strengthen her body. For an ordinary person, this should be enough.

At dusk, Li Wuxiang came out of meditation again and walked to the yard. Xue Baoping is making dinner for dinner. She liked the fish noodles made two days ago and is making them again today. Li Wuxiang looked into the pot, poured a basin of cold water aside for her, and said, "I'm going to Chen's house."

Xue Baoping looked at him worriedly: "What happened?"

Li Wuxiang smiled: "It's okay. Remember I told you that I almost figured out Zhao Qi's temper in the morning?"

Xue Baoping thought for a while: "You said that he was angry with you because he was a little jealous of your good qualifications. But then he sighed again inside... It should be that he felt that he should not be angry and was a little rude. And... well... ...You say that a person like him cares so much about what others think of him. Maybe he is not too bad at heart and has a soft heart. "

Li Wuxiang nodded: "So if he is really such a person, now he will feel a little guilty for what he did in the morning, maybe only a little bit in his emotions. This is very subtle, early on A little later will make him want to see me even less, and a little later will make him feel like it’s nothing. But now is just the right time, and it’s the best time to increase his favorability.”

"Build some...favorability points?" She frowned and tilted her head, then looked at Li Wuxiang's face, "You...seem to be a little happy."

"When I know what to do, I usually feel a little happier - let's go, wait for me."

"Why……"

"Um?"

"I've been thinking, do you mean... Zhao Qi is a good person?"

"Most people are not too bad in nature. But Zhao Qi, his master is Zhao Puppet, I can't say. Let's go."

This was the first time he had walked into town at dusk. I thought that in this era, there would be a lot of people on the street at this time, but I didn’t see people holding bowls and gathering to eat and chat on the street. Instead, they were calm and calm, with almost no one in sight. . Those who occasionally saw him did not look at him as unscrupulously as they did a few days ago, but immediately avoided him and looked at him secretly.

It must be that the news that he was accepted as a disciple by Zhao Qi has been known to others, so he must have felt a sense of awe... It seems that the status of a cultivator in this world is higher than he had imagined before.

When he arrived at the door of Chen's house, the security guards guarding the door did not stop him as usual. But at this time, he found that the Zhen Bing looked at him a little strangely - he came to be a disciple during the day, and then had dinner at Chen's house and then went out. The Zhen Bing looked at him with a slightly more respectful look. But at this moment, when Li Wuxiang wanted to say hello and nod to the two people at the door, their eyes suddenly turned away and they straightened their bodies slightly.

What happened in such a whole afternoon?

He walked to the yard and found that there were no lights in the main hall, but Zhao Qi's room was on. He didn't know where the three members of the Chen family had gone.

He walked to Zhao Qi's door, first called "Master" through the door, and then knocked three times.

Two chapters merged into one. The previous two days were all about excessive drama, and now that it’s over, the transitional plot is almost over.