Meng Zhang is also a person who does whatever comes to his mind. He stopped reading, put the leader's notebook close to his body, and walked out of the hall.
Taiyi Sect is a small sect, the entire sect covers an area of less than thirty acres.
Among several small courtyards, there are patches of green spiritual fields.
There are no magnificent buildings in the gate, just a few rows of ordinary houses. The tallest sect's main hall has no decorations and is not eye-catching at all.
Meng Zhang left the sect hall and walked into a row of houses next to it.
This is where the Taiyi Sect's large treasury is located, and basically all the property in the palace is stored here.
On weekdays, Meng Zhang's die-hard supporter Tian Zhen lives here and is responsible for guarding the warehouse.
Seeing Meng Zhang come in, Tian Zhen, who was meditating on the ground, immediately stood up.
"Head..."
"Don't worry about me, I'm just getting something."
Meng Zhang waved his hand and walked to the back wall of the house.
He reached out and groped on the wall, twisting a few times.
Following waves of gurgling sounds, a portal opened on the original wall, revealing a secret room behind it.
Meng Zhang walked straight in knowing the way.
He has been here more than once and has counted the materials inside many times.
It is said to be a large warehouse of the sect, but the supplies inside are pitiful.
The walls around the secret room are engraved with layers of runes, which are used to prevent the loss of spiritual energy of the items inside, and to ensure constant temperature and humidity in the entire secret room, as well as to prevent insects and moths.
There are rows of shelves all around the walls, but most of the shelves are empty, with only a few shelves containing items.
Several large stacks of commonly used talismans, more than a dozen bottles of elixirs, and a large number of commonly used low-level materials, such as cinnabar, blank talisman paper, spices, monster blood, incense, medicinal oil... are placed on each shelf in categories.
There are several large jars on the ground.
One contains about two hundred kilograms of spiritual grain, and the other contains some dried spiritual dates...
There is a large box in the middle of the secret room, which contains less than a thousand low-grade spiritual stones.
What is stored in the secret room is all the supplies of the Taiyi Sect, which are also accumulated by the entire sect over the past hundred years.
Although it is said that the entire sect has not even a single decent magical weapon in its entire treasury, to be able to accumulate these assets under such harsh conditions, the successive heads of the Taiyi Sect have indeed spent all their efforts and painstaking efforts to run the sect. .
The items Meng Zhang needs are not complicated, and they are not too precious.
He searched through several shelves and gathered what he needed.
After Hotan Zhen greeted him, Meng Zhang left in a hurry.
Meng Zhang found a stone the size of a millstone in the yard outside the main hall and returned to the main hall.
After returning to the main hall, Meng Zhang placed the stone in the middle of the main hall, took out his flying sword, and flattened the surface of the stone to reveal a flat surface.
Then he injected his true energy into his fingertips and traced it on the stone according to the records in the leader's notebook. Finger-thick cracks appeared on the surface of the stone. Line after line formed layers of complex runes.
Meng Zhang had an excellent memory and it didn't take much time to complete the sketch. Moreover, all the runes and the records in the leader's notebook were exactly the same.
Meng Zhang took out a bottle, which contained mercury tempered with spiritual energy.
Pour the mercury in the bottle on top of the stone, and use the Zhenqi remote control to let all the mercury flow from the gaps on the stone along the outlined runes, quickly filling all the gaps.
Take out the cinnabar and smear it on the entire surface of the stone.
A simplified altar is now set up.
A small bottle of monster blood and ten low-grade spirit stones were carefully placed on the surface of the stone as sacrifices.
Meng Zhang was glad in his heart. Fortunately, the sacrifices needed were not many and the cost was not high.
Finally, take out three long incense sticks and light them on the ground in front of the altar.
After doing all this, Meng Zhang stood in front of the altar, calm and calm.
According to the leader's notebook, the Taiyi Sect in its heyday once made a contract with a ghost and god in the underworld, and this ghost and god was responsible for guarding this trial place.
Disciples of the Taiyi Sect need to set up altars, prepare sacrifices, communicate with the ghost and god, and then use the power of the ghost and god to let their souls go to the trial place.
When worshiping this ghost and god, there is no need for any other face-saving measures such as bathing and changing clothes, burning incense and fasting. The most important thing is that you must be sincere and not have the slightest contempt for ghosts and gods.
After standing in front of the altar for a long time, Meng Zhang felt that he was finally meditative. He bent deeply towards the altar, bowed three times in a row, then lowered his head, arched his hands, and said with a respectful expression on his face, " Someone, Meng Zhang, the head of Taiyi Sect, sincerely prays and asks the gods to appear."
After finishing speaking, Meng Zhang kept lowering his head and cupping his hands, his body motionless.
There was silence in the main hall, not even a sound of wind. Only three incense sticks on the ground were burning quietly.
These three long incense sticks can burn for more than an hour in a windless environment.
Time passed slowly, Meng Zhang's expression remained unchanged, his movements did not change at all, and even his breathing was not disordered at all.
Seeing that the three sticks of incense were about to burn out, a change finally occurred in the main hall.
Waves of dark wind generated out of thin air whistled fiercely in the hall, making Meng Zhangdu feel a little unsteady on his feet.
A thick black cloud appeared over the altar. Among the black clouds, a looming portal appeared.
A suction force suddenly appeared in the portal, sucking the sacrifices on the altar directly in.
Meng Zhang's heart moved, knowing that this was a critical moment.
He suddenly sat down cross-legged, and then meditated as quickly as possible to communicate with his soul.
Soon, Meng Zhang entered a strange state that seemed like he was sleeping but not asleep.
In the haziness, he felt the soul in his body.
It was a group of light that exuded soft light and had a human form. The surface of the light group was blurry, and the looming face was somewhat similar to Meng Zhang's appearance.
This is me, a sudden realization flashed through Meng Zhang's heart.
After that, Meng Zhang's consciousness entered this ball of light, and he and the ball of light were no longer distinguishable from each other.
Meng Zhang controlled his soul and jumped with all his strength, as if he jumped out of a cage.
Meng Zhang's spirit jumped out from the top door of his body, looked around, and hesitated for a moment. Then, with unusual determination and an indomitable attitude, he pounced towards the door above the altar.
