This god is really evil

Chapter 12: The Spiritual Supervisor
The magic is also called the method of communicating with the spirits or the art of spiritualism.

In this world, evil spirits are rampant. For humans, although there are many warriors who practice martial arts, they can never beat the sorcerers who master magic, also called spiritual officials.

Magic is the foundation for human beings to survive in this world.

In order to release magic, you need to have enough inspiration.

At this time, Li Yan had already understood that this so-called inspiration was actually the degree of communication between the soul and the underworld.

Only by relying on the soul and borrowing the power of the underworld can the magic be fully released.

The most popular magic in this world is the magic of incense.

The incense and candles burned in daily worship of the gods of heaven and earth naturally carry the power to communicate with the underworld.

For this reason, many self-taught sorcerers who have no master in any school started by practicing incense magic.

No one knew where Niu Ma got this incense technique from, but judging by his movements and proficiency, he had mastered it quite well.

It’s just that before, I didn’t have enough inspiration and my comprehension was poor, so it was difficult to communicate with the underworld and gain power.

Niu Ma stood still in the open space, his eyes slightly closed, recalling the feelings he had just had when he met the great and virtuous teacher.

The strange whispering sound surrounded my ears, as well as the damp smell like mold and decay, and the despair brought about by the huge sense of nothingness and insignificance.

"Explore the nine heavens, search the netherworld, explore the creation, use the fragrance as a thought, capture!"

As he spoke, Niu Ma suddenly opened his eyes, and the incense ash in his hand moved without wind, floating in front of him and condensing into the shape of a palm, which suddenly shot forward like lightning, sneaking forward like an inconspicuous piece of dust.

With a "whoosh", he caught a little firefly.

It was a phosphorescent fire burning on a grave, intangible and formless, yet it was caught by the phantom of the hand formed by the incense ash, leaping back and forth unable to escape.

Niu Ma's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.

Become!

His incense technique has been mastered!
At the same time, in the broken temple in the netherworld, on the lotus throne, the small figure of Niu Ma changed again, with an additional message:
【Aromatherapy·Photography (Introduction)】

The streams of light continued to flow as before, feeding back the massive amounts of information that had been analyzed to Li Yan's mortal body.

【Aromatherapy·Photography】: Getting started…Minor success…Mastery…Great success…

Li Yan only felt that there was a hint of enlightenment in his soul, and the communication between this mortal body and the underworld became deeper.

【Aromatherapy Photography】: Perfection!

He has thoroughly mastered this art of incense.

At this point, Li Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With the fifth level of Qi and Blood skills, plus the perfect level of Incense Technique, he should be able to protect himself.

At least when encountering any danger, you will not be without the ability to resist.

He knows his own business. After the improvement just now, he also felt that his mortal body was naturally repelled from cultivation. Not only was his aptitude poor and unsuitable for cultivation, but there was no need for him to cultivate.

To make an analogy, his body is more like a graduate student supervisor who has no knowledge and has only gotten his position through connections and backdoors. He himself has no academic research level, but fortunately, his connections in the academic world are strong enough, and even the big guys in journals are his good friends. Therefore, as long as his students work hard and produce some academic results, he can take them, modify them, put his name on them, and publish them in journals to create influence and get promoted.

He then cast a concerned and loving look at Niu Ma who was not far away.

It's all up to you, Mavericks.

After Niu Ma got the hang of the technique, he was happy at first, but then he felt as if all his strength had been drained away and his head became dizzy.

The practice and use of magic consumes a lot of mental energy. Niu Ma hasn't had a good rest in the past few days, and his brain is almost shaken from nodding for a long time. Although he has the blessing of Xuantian Fuzun, the continuous practice of calming the mind and incense technique has already reached his limit.

He knew very well that the ability to master the Calming Mind Technique directly depended on the foundation laid by previous hard training and the improvement of his aptitude and understanding today. However, the Fiery Fist Technique bestowed by Xuantian Fuzun could not be mastered by immediate practice.

We have to think about it in the long term.

Originally, his desperate practice of martial arts also had a certain tendency to give up on himself and harm himself, but now with the blessing of Xuantian Fuzun, he had hope and realized that it was wise to keep his body in the best condition.

Too much to chew.

He then forced himself to kneel on the ground, holding on to his trembling body, and kowtowed three times towards the sky as a token of his gratitude to Xuantian Fuzun. Then he stood up and staggered back to the charity cemetery.

On the way back, the dark clouds in the originally gloomy sky dissipated a little, and three moons appeared together, illuminating the road ahead, making Niu Ma's heart feel brighter and brighter as he walked.

After Niu Ma had walked for a while, Li Yan jumped down from the tree. His feet landed gently on the ground, and he could already feel the difference in himself. "The fifth level of Qi and Blood, should this be considered a master in Weizi Town?"

It’s a pity that the highest level of concentration training is only the fifth level of Qi and Blood.

However, if it were not for this kind of common martial arts, the court of Da Qi would not have announced it directly, or even taught it for free in the charity cemetery.

The main function of Dingxin Gong is to strengthen Qi and blood, suppress evil spirits, and avoid being infected by common evil spirits.

Thinking of this, Li Yan clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, and the blood in his body surged. He swung his fist suddenly, and with a "bang", he hit the big tree in front of him.

I saw wood chips flying everywhere, and on the thick and hard trunk of the tree in front of me, there was a deep fist mark left by the punch.

The dead branches and broken leaves above my head also fell down and scattered all over the ground.

Li Yan nodded slightly, his strength had indeed increased a lot.

It’s a pity that the Dingxin Gong is only an internal skill and has no fighting techniques. This still depends on the "Lieyang Fist Manual".

He glanced at the ground and found that the remaining incense ash had been used up by Niu Ma, so the magic [Incense Magic·Photography] could not be tried for the time being.

However, we can get a rough idea of ​​the magic we used after Niu Ma got started. It is estimated that the power of the perfect level is at least several times stronger.

Even when facing evil spirits, you can still give it a try.

After figuring this out, Li Yan patrolled the cemetery again, covering up all the traces that Niu Ma had missed, and then walked backwards out of the cemetery in the opposite direction of the charity cemetery. He stepped on a haystack on the side of the road, walked around and changed direction, and then walked towards the charity cemetery.

It's never wrong to be cautious. After all, there is suspicion of worshipping a heretical evil god, so it's always right to take some anti-detection measures.

When I returned to the charity cemetery, I heard thunderous snoring in the apprentices' dormitory. I looked inside through the broken window that was leaking air, and I saw that the one snoring the loudest was Niu Ma.

At this time, Niu Ma was lying on the big bunk with his eyes closed and his legs spread out, sleeping soundly with a smile on his face.

Li Yan nodded, but did not rush in to rest. Instead, he strolled around and came to the crematorium. He took out a few human bones he had picked up from the grave.

There are residual human ointment in these human bones. Although it is not more than 20 years old, it is at least 10 to 8 years old and has some effect.

When it is roasted slightly over the fire, oil will flow out.

Li Yan used these dry bones as pens and, under the moonlight, quickly wrote Xuantian Fuzun's sacrificial prayers on the huge crematorium, and also drew a magic circle with Anti-Tai Chi as the core.

After doing all this, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don’t know what Wang Liang and the Yuhua Society behind him are trying to do, it’s always better to be cautious.

You have to be on guard.

When the human cream dries up, it will turn into translucent grease. If you don't pick it with your hands, you won't notice the characters at all, they will just be considered as some oil stains.

In addition, the door of the crematorium also needs to be reinforced, especially the handle, which is too thin. I will replace it with a thick iron rod someday...

After doing all this, Li Yan returned to the big bunk, stepped over a bunch of feet, arms and legs, and returned to his own bunk and fell into a deep sleep.

At the same time, dark clouds once again obscured the three bright moons, and outside a nearby graveyard, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard.

A dozen or so warriors dressed in constable uniforms and wearing Buyun shoes came running and suddenly stopped in front of the mass grave.

The first middle-aged man with a long sword and a mustache turned around and clasped his fists and said:
"Master Aole, this is the mass grave of Weizi Town. Please give us your instructions."

He was originally the chief constable of Qinghe County, Gao Yong. He was a man of the third level of Qi and Blood, and had always been arrogant and domineering. But at this moment, he dared not breathe, for fear of saying something wrong.

You must know that the person he is working with this time is the spiritual supervisor of the Imperial Observatory!

At this moment, a dozen people suddenly made way for each other, and a figure slowly walked out from the darkness.

But it was a young man with dozens of small braids, squinty eyes and a strong build.

Although it was winter, the man was only wearing a fur vest, revealing his two arms covered with tattoos. He wore a deer antler hat on his head, a small drum hung around his waist, and he was playing with a small drumstick in his hand.

Gao Yong bowed slightly again. Not to mention that the young man in front of him was the disciple of that big shot, he would definitely not dare to offend him just based on the other party's methods.

Aole sniffed lightly, narrowed his eyes, and grinned:

"Yes, it's the smell of a great evil spirit... Search, dig three feet deep into the ground, and find it for me and offer it to the heavens!"

(End of this chapter)