The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 164: Dare to snatch incense from the Buddha

As soon as Lang Jiuchuan said the word "contract", Mu Yu played a trick on him and said, "Contract, what kind of contract? You are a little girl who hasn't even grown all her hair yet, but you can add a new layer of spell to the array pattern engraved by my master without destroying the tower. You are really capable. You don't know how to become the master of this tower. I will teach you. Just put your soul mark on this tower so that it will have your soul consciousness."

"You said that, do you really think I'm a little girl who hasn't even grown all her hair? You know best how the man who owned the tower before lost it, right? It's because although he became the master of the Vajra Tower, he didn't become your master. So when he used the Vajra Tower to raise those evil spirits, you, the weapon spirit, saw the opportunity and attacked him, and finally made him die from the evil spirits he raised, right?"

Lang Jiuchuan exclaimed again, "No, he didn't even become the master of the Vajra Pagoda. He just got this treasure and used it to feed the evil spirits, turning the treasure into waste."

Wooden fish: “!”

It has been weak and dormant for many years. Are all the ghost children nowadays so smart?
"No matter how the previous people who owned the tower died, I will never follow the old path of my predecessors and repeat the same mistakes, lest I be bitten back by you at any time." Lang Jiuchuan snorted coldly: "So, quickly sign the contract and don't talk nonsense to me."

"I am a great spirit of a weapon, and you want to make a contract just like that? You, a little girl, think you can become my master?"

"Xiao Muyu, you probably forgot how weak you are now. If I don't use this Little Nine Tower, you will be dreaming of getting better. As a weapon spirit, if you continue to be weak, you will disappear completely, right? I can wait, can you?"

The spirit of an instrument is also the soul of the instrument, and it complements the instrument. If an instrument is not used for a long time and is lost in the long river of history, the spirit of the instrument will disappear.

Look at how weak the wooden fish is now. If it had been in league with the one who raised the ghost, it would have become powerful, but at the same time, it would have completely turned into an evil spirit.

But it didn't. Instead, it used its own spiritual consciousness to retain a little of Master Basil's hard work, making itself even weaker.

The strong prey on the weak, this is how it is with humans, and weapon spirits cannot escape this cruel fact. Once the evil and vicious evil completely turns the Vajra Tower into an evil weapon, it will either be assimilated or swallowed up and disappear completely.

The wooden fish feels like its throat is being strangled, so infuriating!

"The little girl is really smart. Okay, it's okay to make a contract, but you have to serve me well in the future." Mu Yu pretended to be arrogant.

Lang Jiuchuan said: "It depends on my mood. If you do a good job, offerings will be easy. After all, it is my tower. Those who follow me will not suffer any loss."

The wooden fish hums softly.

Seeing that it had surrendered, Lang Jiuchuan stopped talking nonsense and continued to draw talismans and engrave new formation patterns. Her soul had actually reached its limit, but she was just holding on.

Lang Jiuchuan summoned the talisman pen and projected his soul consciousness into the Xiaojiu Tower. A soul imprint was formed in the tower, and if he could resonate with the spirit of the instrument and form a bond, things would be much smoother. After all, Mu Yu had agreed.

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, waking up many people from their dreams.

When the contract was formed, Lang Jiuchuan immediately had a real feeling that she was the master of Xiaojiu Tower.

call out.

Lang Jiuchuan's soul returned to his body.

His heart, which had been hanging in the balance, was suddenly freed. He let out a tiger roar that was mixed with anger and grievance, then returned to his spiritual center and curled up into a ball.

Lang Jiuchuan showed a very weak smile. If there was someone here, he would definitely be frightened by her people. Whose face would be so pale as a ghost without any blood?

She looked at the still dazzling black Small Nine Towers. There was only one last step left: to draw lightning to quench it.

After being cleansed by the heavenly thunder, it was able to completely wash away the filth and regain the glory that should have belonged to it.

Lang Jiuchuan secretly adjusted his breathing, waited until his soul was stable in his body, swallowed a few pills, and then staggered to his feet.

As soon as I stood up, my vision went dark and my soul almost left my body.

The general said in a weak voice: "You should at least take it easy and stop struggling." Lang Jiuchuan said: "There are only two steps left. After finishing them, you can enter the tower to recuperate your soul. Why not do it?"

Two steps, isn't that one step?

Lang Jiuchuan picked up the small nine pagodas and put them in his wide sleeves, saying, "You were originally forged by a great monk who practiced both Buddhism and Taoism. Now that you are in a Buddhist temple, you have a connection with Buddha. I will take you there to get some Buddha nature and wash away the bad luck from the past. Otherwise, you may not be able to survive when struck by lightning."

Jiang Che: It’s not enough to pull it here, you have to pull it in front of the Buddha statue. This is too much!

Mu Yu was very excited.

It's quiet at night.

Lang Jiuchuan put on his cloak, went out quietly, walked through the entire Zen temple as if no one was around, and came to the main hall.

There was a novice monk meditating on a cushion in a corner of the hall. He seemed to have not expected someone to come so late at night. When he saw it was a little girl, he clasped his hands together and nodded slightly.

Lang Jiuchuan returned the greeting, came to the front of the temple, and looked up at the huge golden Buddha statues. Their eyes were slightly closed, with a compassionate look on their faces. They looked at all living beings with sympathy and did not drive away her, a strange soul.

Merciful indeed.

I think he would also have sympathy for the common people and the spirits of the objects.

She took the incense, burned a stick of incense, and then knelt down on the cushion in front of the Buddha with peace of mind.

The novice monk took a look and didn't take it seriously. He just thought that the female donor was sincere and kind, and stayed up late at night to meditate. Therefore, he didn't know that the shameless female donor took out a small pagoda from her sleeve, placed it on the mat, and covered it with her body and cloak.

Because it was the first day of the Lunar New Year and it was the Huguo Temple, the incense in the main hall not only never stopped burning, but also the incense used was all high-quality sandalwood as thick as arms.

As soon as the small tower appeared, the incense in front of the Buddha burned rapidly, and a steady stream of incense smoke entered the tower.

Mu Yu was happy but also filled with emotion. It had been many years since he had tasted such a delicious incense. Master Basil would never have imagined that hundreds of years after his death, there would be such shameless and daring descendants in later generations who dared to snatch incense from the Buddha.

A quarter of an hour later, Lang Jiuchuan began to feel his soul gradually becoming weak, as if it was shaking and in pain, as if it was about to be driven out of his body.

This is, being warned?
She opened her eyes and looked up. The Buddha was still compassionate, but the golden light was brighter than before. His magic power was boundless, and he wanted to raise the gavel to strike her strange soul.

Looking at the arm-thick incense stick in front of the Buddha, Lang Jiuchuan touched his nose awkwardly, picked up the small nine-pagoda stick that no longer had any innocence, stuffed it into his sleeve, and said, "Let's go. That's it for today. We'll come back to worship Buddha later."

Muyu: “…”

How to say it, these words really make people angry. It also wants to come out and beat her up, but it knows what is good for it.

The Buddhas gathered their compassion and said: Come again? Buddhas also get angry!
Lang Jiuchuan left the main hall leisurely.

The novice monk stood up, bowed to her again, watched her leave, then turned around and prepared to add some fragrant oil.

But he took two steps and stopped where he was, staring in amazement at those huge arms as thick as his arms, and blinked in disbelief.

Amitabha, how come this incense is almost burned out after only being replaced for a short time?

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