"Didn't you say you have to wait for the sun to come out?" I stretched out my hand and quickly retracted it.
"You have been sleeping for five days. If you don't wake up, you will really starve to death." The worry on the master's face was not fake.
"You didn't tell me in advance? And you said you could sleep?" I know, the master must know.
"Survive first, and then argue with me." The master smiled bitterly and put the food in front of me.
I swallowed. If a poor man doesn't eat the food he brings, he's not hungry enough.
I bent down and ate it hungrily.
"Do you know that the art of conferring gods is a forbidden art?" I was eating, and the master sat next to me.
My mouth was full of food, and I could only nod my head vigorously.
"Because it's too powerful, those so-called righteous people won't be allowed to use it." I swallowed hard and answered the master's question.
In fact, these are all what the master told me.
"Yes, because it's not that one plus one equals two. As long as you truly master the art of conferring gods, it will be a qualitative change, and your strength will be horribly improved." The master said, his eyes shining.
"What do you mean? Could it be that I can beat you if I learn how to do it?" The master didn't say anything specific, because the master didn't understand either. Now that the master suddenly told me, of course I was surprised.
"Absolutely." The master actually looked at me and nodded.
"No wonder it's a forbidden technique..." I was stunned. The reason was not difficult to understand.
How long have I been practicing and how long has the master been practicing? It is simply unbelievable that I can defeat the master by mastering the art of conferring gods.
"Boy, do you want to hit me?" The master looked at me with a smile when he saw that I was dazed and didn't put any more food in my mouth.
"No, how is that possible..." I quickly argued.
"When you're full, let's start." The master said and stood up.
In fact, I wasn't full, but it was not good to be too full, so I simply put down my plate, got up and walked towards the chef.
I didn't expect the master to attack directly. Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough and raised my hand to block it. But who was the master? Naturally, I was hit and flew far away.
"Are you okay?" The master didn't chase me, but he actually cared about me.
This was impossible before. The master would definitely chase me and beat me up, then call me a loser and tell me to get up.
"It's okay." I'm not trying to be brave. I'm really not hurt.
"Very good. Your spiritual power level is now higher than that of most people, even on par with mine." The master nodded with satisfaction.
"What? Didn't you say that spiritual power is linked to soul strength and physical strength?" I was confused.
"That's all a trick on you. I was worried that you wouldn't train properly, but I didn't expect you to have such strong spiritual power for nothing." The master looked at me with a smile.
"How many other things have you lied to me about?" I frowned and took a few steps forward.
"To put it bluntly, the art of conferring gods is to invite gods to take over. But the secret of the art of conferring gods is that it can be done anytime and anywhere, and it is the spirit of the Rakshasa in your body plus your strength. Unlike ordinary methods of inviting gods, you will lose Consciousness." The master immediately changed the topic, and the topic was changed so perfectly that it was impossible for me to interrupt.
"I tried it, just once, at Biyue Lake." I nodded quickly in response.
"Actually, you were only a little bit close to succeeding. The key point of the art of conferring gods is your own strong consciousness." The master said and took a step back.
"What?" I still stood there dumbly.
Unexpectedly, in an instant, the master made a killing move directly on me, and the place was so big, I couldn't avoid it at all.
"Old man, what are you doing?" I was completely panicked.
But I couldn't sit still and wait for death. I quickly mobilized my evil energy and spiritual power to block the master's move.
But the master's technique was too powerful. Even before he got close to me, I already felt the pressure that made me breathless.
"Rakshasa, why don't you come out yet..." I shouted in my heart.
Seeing that the master was already in front of me, and seeing the decisive look in his eyes, he was really ready to beat me to death.
"Boom..." There was a loud noise, but I was still standing there.
"Old man, you master and apprentice are really fooling me around." This was the voice of Rakshasa.
The person who just blocked the master's blow was not me, but Rakshasa, or to be precise, Rakshasa's soul.
"If you come out early, it won't be over. It's a lot of work." The master looked disdainful.
"What's going on? Why did you come out on your own?" I always thought that my authorization was needed for Rakshasa to show up, but now it seems that's not the case.
"Tell him." The master said this to Rakshasa. After saying this, the master jumped up and disappeared from the entrance of the cave.
"What are you doing?" I looked at Rakshasa in confusion.
"Your master talked to me about the days when you were in coma." Rakshasa smiled helplessly.
"What?" These two guys were doing tricks behind my back. This was what I was thinking at this moment.
The so-called art of conferring gods means that humans and gods become one. Just like Rakshasa and I, my left hand became his physical body.
And this is the most difficult part of this method. Either the body will be taken away by ghosts and gods, or it will be rejected and die, but I am fine.
It feels a bit like a talisman, but completely different.
If the protective spirit ghost dies, the host will not die, but if the conferred god dies, the host will die as well.
At least in terms of mutual coexistence, the master did not lie to me.
Moreover, the strength of the protective spirit ghosts will be restricted by the strength of the master. This is why my two protective spirit ghosts cannot show their full strength.
But this technique is different. This technique can fully display its own abilities. This is a Rakshasa in front of me. Just imagine that I can use the strength of a Rakshasa. What a terrifying concept it is. No wonder this technique has become a forbidden technique.
Six years is a period of time. If I do not die within this period and am not snatched away by a Rakshasa, it means that we have coexisted together.
It's just that the master didn't tell me the truth back then.
Naturally, Rakshasa, who had been sealed for a hundred years, didn't know what his master was doing. He just thought that he had been sealed again, but it was replaced by a living seal.
Along the way, I have recognized Rakshasa, and Rakshasa has recognized me. In fact, Rakshasa has roughly figured out the so-called art of conferring gods during this period.
It’s just that I’m the one who never understands why Rakshasa keeps silent. It’s him who is also hesitating and thinking.
"What do you mean?" I interrupted Rakshasa's story.
"That is to say, your art of conferring gods has actually been completed." Rakshasa smiled helplessly.
"Then why couldn't I use it when my leg was broken?" I was shocked and angry.
"You didn't use it at that time, and you didn't have enough spiritual power at that time, and the evil spirit and spiritual power in your body were not balanced. It was really difficult to use it." Rakshasa said with a smile.
".." At that time, it seemed that I really had no intention of using this divine sealing technique. I came up to the soul sealing array.
Maybe I myself feel that I can't cast it, but now it seems that it's not a cast at all, it's just to see if Rakshasa is willing to help me.
