Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 677: Coming and going in the mortal world, meeting an old friend again

That night, Song Ciwan used up his time for cultivation and brought both the Sweet Rain Illuminating Technique and the Demonic Heart Reflecting Technique to a certain level.

The practice of the Sweet Rain's Illuminating Heaven technique was much smoother. After Song Ciwan practiced for fifty years, he had reached the mastery level of the Sweet Rain's Illuminating Heaven technique.

It also took fifty years, but Demon Heart Reflection was only at the proficient level.

But even so, its destructive power is so terrifying that even from Song Ciwan's current perspective, it still seems extremely powerful.

She felt that she was actually following a path of fighting to support the war.

The more kills she makes and the richer the spoils she gets, the faster her own combat power will increase.

Great, she likes this road!

Finally, Song Ciwan fulfilled Aunt Wen's wish before leaving the country.

[You sold the power of wishes, the pure wishes of the Haoran Realm painting monks, ten pounds and nine ounces, and gained the power of the painting spirit, mastery.]

Power of the Painting Spirit: This is a spiritual bonus. The holder will gain mastery of the painting spirit and can, to a certain extent, turn the virtual into the real and use painting as a means of warfare.

Note: The power of the painting spirit cannot be improved through practice.

This "cannot be improved through cultivation" is, to some extent, quite similar to speaking the truth from heaven.

But from another perspective, the power of the painting spirit seems to be in disguise, copying Aunt Wen's ability?

Can you do this?

Song Ciwan recalled that he had once learned the word "change" from Yan Hanzhang's scholar's magic word through the power of will, and he immediately had a further understanding of certain effects of the power of will.

The next morning, Song Ciwan walked on the morning dew, packed up the Hanguan Liuliju, and hiked down Tianlong Mountain with the big white goose.

She did not choose to travel through the void, nor did she ride a big white goose to fly to the sky. Instead, she measured with her footsteps and walked the road of Tianlong Mountain again.

In the human world, only one night passed, but in her cultivation space, it seemed as if hundreds or thousands of years had passed.

The huge time gap sometimes makes Song Ciwan feel dazed for a moment.

However, she was already familiar with this gap and adjusted to it quickly.

She reviewed the previously planned "Hall of Yama" list in her mind again, and slowly walked down the mountain.

Along the way, we saw lush vegetation and numerous wild animals on the mountains.

Among them, the proportion of monsters is obviously increasing. Monsters eat wild beasts, and wild beasts turn into monsters again. It is a chaotic cycle that shows both vitality and barbarity and disorder.

Song Ciwan saw it all, but he just watched and had no intention of interfering with this natural change.

These changes are probably caused by the repeated increase in the concentration of spiritual energy.

The heaven and earth must change, and the spiritual energy must ebb and flow. This is the law of nature. In the general trend, everyone must abide by this law.

Song Ciwan brought the big white goose down Tianlong Mountain and headed south.

To the south of Tianlong Mountain is Cangling County.

Unconsciously, she returned to Cangling County. Then, she entered Pinglan City.

When entering the city, Song Ciwan did not alarm anyone.

She was mixed in the crowd, queuing up with ordinary people to enter the city with the big white goose. The one person and the goose were originally outstanding in appearance, and they should have attracted attention wherever they went.

Especially since Song Zhao's name is now known throughout the nine provinces, as long as Song Ciwan appears in front of people with the goose, it is hard for people not to see her.

But Song Ciwan's insignificant talent had been cultivated to a superb level. As long as she wanted, she could make no one notice her without being invisible.

Being in the world and yet away from it, this feeling is very comfortable.

Song Ciwan looked around and found that Pinglan City was no longer as prosperous as before. Although there were still people coming and going on the streets, it gave people an inexplicable feeling of depression. Pedestrians were always in a hurry. There were fewer people in the shops selling leisure and entertainment, but there were long queues in the shops selling grain, oil and daily necessities.

In the street in front of the City God Temple, the spiritual material shops, talisman shops, and pill shops are also doing a booming business. The clanging sounds of blacksmithing in the weapons shop can be heard from two streets away.

Many people also go to the City God Temple to worship, which is quite similar to the previous Huijiang City City God Temple.

However, the City God Wu of Pinglan City was an old acquaintance of Song Ciwan, and the two sides had once had a good relationship.

It’s just that the good relationship at the beginning was not formed based on her own identity, but on Lu Zhong’s identity.

Song Ciwan's mind moved slightly, and on the long street, her figure suddenly disappeared into nothingness for a moment. After another moment, she came to the City God Temple, but her appearance had changed, and she had become the original Lu Zhong again.

The big white goose was also taken back into the spirit beast bag. Song Ciwan transformed into a young man in black, Lu Zhong, and strode into the City God Temple.

The City God Temple in Pinglan City is very large, far beyond the comparison of a small city like Huijiang.

In addition to the statue of the City God in the main hall, there are also many statues of auxiliary gods on both sides. In one of the side halls, there are two snake girls standing back to back.

Two girls with human bodies and snake tails stand together. The girl on the left holds a flower basket, and the girl on the right holds a water bottle.

Many people with illnesses brought incense and offered sacrifices to the girl with the pure bottle, most of them praying: "Please, fairy with the pure bottle, be merciful and bless my child to recover quickly!"

Or they pray: "Please, Fairy Ti Hu, save my mother. She has been bedridden for three months..."

In short, they are basically seeking medical treatment.

Some people prayed for offspring, and they knelt before the statue of the girl with the flower basket. Some said, "I pray that the fairy will protect the baby in my belly and keep it safe..."

The woman who was speaking lowered her eyebrows and gently stroked her belly, which was not yet visible, with a worried look on her face: "Alas, this child came at the wrong time. If it had come two years earlier..."

The woman paused as she spoke, a wry smile appeared on her face again, and then she said in a daze: "Why not come two years later..."

Kneeling and sighing, the incense smoke curls up.

Humans are powerless and can only put their hopes in the gods.

But what can the gods do?
The kneeling people each had their own requests, and some were truly devout. Invisible balls of wish power would emerge from their heads, floating down into the flower baskets and bottles in the hands of the two statues.

There is no need to mention the ungodly.

But no matter whether they are pious or not, after worshiping the statue, the expressions on everyone's faces are always slightly relaxed when they leave the City God Temple.

It seemed that no matter what, I had always prayed and tried my best, and having the gods to rely on was better than doing nothing.

What the people couldn't see was that next to the clay statue of the fairy holding the pot, there were two phantom-like snake girls, with their snake tails coiled, standing back to back.

The two phantom girls both had sad and gentle expressions on their faces. Although they were back to back, they clearly had a tacit understanding with each other.

One of them was writing something down with a pen and paper, while the other was reciting: "The child of the Luo family in Sanming Lane in the south of the city is seriously ill. His mother offers three taels and three coins of spiritual power. You can, you can go and save him..."

As she recited, she sighed and said, "Alas, unfortunately our divine power is limited. We can only save the pious people first, and we cannot save everyone."

The girl holding the pen comforted her, "Sister Niuniu, if we save more people, our reputation will grow, and our divine power will grow again!"

Niuniu lowered her head and responded gently: "Hmm..."

Then he continued to weigh the strength of his vows.

When Song Ciwan saw this scene, he was a little stunned at first, and then his face showed joy.

The two snake girls actually spoke!

The two girls in the bottle who were rescued by her eleven years ago not only have real divine status now, but their tongues that were cut off before have also been restored.

Not only that, they who once got caught in the rain are now holding umbrellas for others.

Sorry, I fell asleep while writing in the middle of the night, so this chapter is counted as yesterday's. Thanks for the support, dears, refills~