The Terror of the Heavens Begins with Gu

Chapter 35 God hates ghosts
Inside the box were several rolled-up scrolls.

Li Zhen picked up a painting and opened it.

Inside was a large portrait of the Vermilion Bird, whose entire body was red and covered in fire, which matched Li Zhen's imagination of the Vermilion Bird.

This time, Fatty Huang did not act recklessly and do anything that would make Li Zhen laugh or cry.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Fatty Huang said proudly, "The painter is a minor celebrity in the city. I personally went to his house and asked him to paint these pictures for me."

Li Zhen nodded: "It's really good."

Fatty Huang asked hesitantly, "You said you want to make sure that thing is real?"

Li Zhen put down the painting. "I heard that putting a coffin in your home can ward off bad luck."

"Does that ward off bad luck? Don't lie to me." Fatty Huang said with disbelief. "Besides, why would you want to have a big one and a small one?"

Li Zhen casually said, "You can get promoted and get rich. Haven't you heard of it?"

"Haha, just talk nonsense."

Fatty Huang hesitated for a moment, as if remembering something, and then said casually, "I saw...Uncle Li on my way to the hospital."

"I heard that Uncle Li made some major adjustments to your company a few days ago, which caused quite a stir."

"It's just a small amount, let them do whatever they want with it." Li Zhen's tone was still very calm.

The company has condensed a lot of his efforts.

Li Zhen’s mid-term goal was to expand the company’s scale and successfully list it on the stock market.

Li Zhen also enjoys scheming against various people in the company every day.

If Li Zhen had not suffered from a terminal illness, he would have devoted himself to his career and would have definitely asked the other party what he had done after hearing such news.

But now, Fatty Huang’s words couldn’t even arouse his emotions.

Fatty Huang looked at Li Zhen in surprise, changed the subject, chatted with Li Zhen for a few more words, and then said that he would go back to find out about Huang Jiarong.

After seeing Fatty Huang off, Li Zhen went to the basement with a few scrolls and a small piece of banyan tree about two fingers in size and more than ten centimeters long that Fatty Huang had brought.

The method of storing the spirit is a righteous way of practice. Regardless of whether there are gods in this world or not, it should not be practiced together with the evil method of black magic.

Li Zhen rearranged a table in the small room opposite, lit incense and candles, and then hung the six scrolls on the wall behind the table from high to low.

The five scrolls below are the five elements of divine beasts corresponding to the five internal organs, and the one on the top is a portrait of the Shangqing True God customized by Li Zhen.

This person is very similar to the gods imagined by the ancients. He wears a nine-colored crown on his head, a golden robe on his body, holds a jade scepter in his hand, and sits upright above the nine heavens, majestic and upright.

After feeding the red-eyed bat with a blood clot that was almost solidified, Li Zhen felt a little unwell. He swallowed a few painkillers before preparing to practice.

The method of meditation taught by Master Danyang requires one to bathe and cleanse the body, burn incense and calm the mind before practicing.

According to the above account, Li Zhen obediently bathed and changed his clothes, then came to the table to burn incense and calm his mind.

The green smoke from the incense burner drifted away and blew into Li Zhen's nose, which actually made him feel a sense of peace.

No wonder the ancients loved burning incense when worshiping gods.

According to what Master Danyang wrote, Li Zhen began to adjust his breathing with the method of fetal breathing, so that his mind could enter a special state where he seemed to be thinking but not thinking.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe only a few tens of seconds, Li Zhen looked at the statue of Vermillion Bird in the middle.

The lung spirit is the White Tiger, the heart spirit is the Vermillion Bird... Keep them within, and your body and spirit will be in harmony...

Concentrating his consciousness on Suzaku, Li Zhen began to visualize his own heart transforming into Suzaku and entering his dantian according to the method of mind concentration.

When he tried to visualize the image of Suzaku in his mind, he found that in his visualization, Suzaku was always filled with the smell of blood.

Trying his best to get rid of this weird thought, Li Zhen forced himself to visualize a normal Suzaku.

His consciousness became more and more focused, and his eyes became deeper and deeper...

Changes occur suddenly.

With a "puff" sound, several scrolls hanging on the wall exploded at the same time.

Li Zhen, with a sudden shock in his heart, came back to his senses and stared blankly at the scrolls.

Paper scraps flew everywhere, and the Shangqing God and the five mythical beasts on the scroll disappeared without a trace.

Blood was flowing continuously from under his nose, his eyes were bloodshot, and Li Zhen, with a haggard face, sat there like a wooden chicken, not moving at all.

An invisible hatred floated in the room like a curse.

After a long, long time, Li Zhen slowly lowered his head. "Can't I practice the righteous way? Do the righteous gods hate me?"

Blood kept dripping from Li Zhen's nose.

No one answered Li Zhen's words.

Life and death are the same...

Follow destiny...

Who would be willing to die miserably as long as they can seize the opportunity?
Li Zhen wiped the blood from his nose and slowly stood up from the ground.

What exploded just now was not only the painting on the wall, but also the shape of Suzaku that Li Zhen had imagined in his mind.

This caused his consciousness to become empty all of a sudden, so his movements seemed a little slow.

Maybe it was because of his confused mind, but Li Zhen felt that his connection with the red-eyed bat became intermittent.

In this state, I'm afraid I can't even perform black magic.

Pushing the door open, Li Zhen left the room without looking back.

Pushing open the door opposite, the six-armed evil god statue was sitting high up, and the bat face seemed to be mocking Li Zhen.

A pale smile suddenly appeared on Li Zhen's face.

If you cannot visualize the righteous gods, then you can only visualize the evil gods in the same way as you visualize the righteous gods.

Contemplating the true God can eventually cultivate the primordial spirit and communicate with the true God.

Correspondingly, if we change the true God to an evil god as the object of our visualization, why can’t we cultivate and nourish our primordial spirit?

At least he could recover quickly to avoid being eaten directly by the red-eyed bat when it woke up.

The thrill of violating taboos caused Li Zhen to feel an indescribable strange emotion.

Slowly sitting cross-legged on the ground, Li Zhen looked up and stared at the six-armed evil god statue.

(End of this chapter)