It took a long time for Wang Zijia to get to know and master these five ghosts. As his first attempt, the method was still incomplete, and Wang Zijia was already very satisfied with it.
As he thought, the five ghost figures beside him merged into one solid figure.
Immediately afterwards, the ghost turned into a puff of black smoke and sank into Wang Zijia's chest.
Pulling open his collar, he looked down and saw a dark tattoo of a ghost face appearing on his left chest. Feeling the coldness in his heart, Wang Zijia nodded with satisfaction.
'It's also a trump card. When the opportunity comes, let's find a way to replace it with five real ghosts. Now these five puppets will be used as a medium for casting spells. '
After finalizing his thoughts, Wang Zijia stood up and started to clean up the basement.
Although he did not commit any evil, this method was very evil after all, and Wang Zijia did not intend to expose it.
After a long time, Wang Zijia packed everything up and recovered, then opened the basement and came to the yard.
At this moment, the sky was dark, and the stars were scattered along with the moonlight, making Biyiyuan quiet and peaceful.
Wang Zijia looked at the time. He started preparing at around eight o'clock, but now it was already past twelve o'clock. It took a long time.
He didn't fall asleep immediately, but his mind moved slightly and he came to the chaotic space of the sea of consciousness.
There is still chaos all around the space, with the golden scale in the center.
Wang Zijia took a deep breath. As his mind changed, faint black smoke filled the air from his illusory body, like a ghost.
As the black mist came into contact with the chaos, the chaotic mist began to change. Slowly, an extremely real bird appeared in front of Wang Zijia.
"Can it really affect this place?"
Wang Zijia looked at the bird shaped by spiritual power using the power of the Dharma as a medium, his face filled with joy.
His previous consciousness did not have any power, so his influence on this chaotic sea of consciousness was extremely limited. He originally thought that he would have to wait for the Jiujiu Realm and achieve Daoji before he could have certain means of influence.
Unexpectedly, he possesses the Five Ghosts Technique in advance, which allows his consciousness to manifest extraordinary and thus affect this place.
Moreover, the shaping of spiritual power, which is obviously like a magic trick, can actually change the world here. In other words, in this sea of chaotic consciousness, any bit of power can become extremely exaggerated.
"In that case, let's see how far we can go!"
Wang Zijia looked at the bird that was shaped in front of him, which was much more realistic than the outside world. His face was filled with joy, and his mind was spinning. A faint black mist spread out from his body and flew into a large chaotic space.
In an instant, the area shrouded in black mist began to undergo tremendous changes.
First, an endless ocean emerged, and then an island stood in it.
On the island, spiritual trees are green, fairy flowers and elixirs can be seen everywhere, and fairy light surges in the gurgling spiritual springs;
In the mist-shrouded Lingshan Mountain, cranes chirped and flew with the rising clouds and mist, creating a fairy-like atmosphere.
At the corner of the island, there is a tall mountain peak. At the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, there is a classically charming attic. In front of the attic door stands a huge stone monument.
On the stone tablet, there are two simple and vigorous words engraved.
Penglai!
There is also a plaque hanging in front of the attic door with the words "Penglai Immortal Palace" written on it.
After a moment, when everything stabilized, Wang Zijia floated down with surprise and landed in front of the Penglai Immortal Palace.
I reached out and touched the stone tablet. It felt real and it was difficult to tell whether it was true or false.
Looking at the huge stone monument, Wang Zijia frowned, feeling that it lacked a bit of charm. With a thought, some words appeared on the corner of the huge stone tablet.
Entering Penglai, your body will change in this life.
Get rid of the mortal body and spend the rest of your life climbing the path of immortality.
Looking at the changed stone tablet, Wang Zijia was satisfied.
Then Wang Zijia looked around for a long time, adding various details. If he hadn't clearly known that he was in the sea of chaotic consciousness, he would have thought that he had traveled to an island again.
He raised his head and looked at the sky. The equivalent scale was emitting a dazzling golden light, just like the sun in this world.
Nodding with satisfaction, Wang Zijia entered the attic again. As he stepped into it, the empty first floor hall began to change rapidly. Tables and chairs continued to emerge, and it became richer in a moment.
In the blink of an eye, the hall turned into a trading hall full of classical meaning.
The most attractive thing about the entire hall is the huge cabinet that occupies nearly half of the hall, like a medicine cabinet in an ancient pharmacy.
I don't know how high the container is. Looking up, I can't see the end.
There are dense grids of drawers on the shelves, and each grid is filled with amazing auras.
The entire container exudes an aura of longevity, vicissitudes, and majesty at all times.
It is as if it has experienced the baptism of countless time, experienced a period of unknown years, and has crossed over from the distant end of time.
In sharp contrast to the container, in front of the huge container, there is a small desk-like counter in the center of the hall.
A table and a chair, neither luxurious nor majestic, just extremely ordinary.
Everything was formed in an instant. When Wang Zijia entered the hall, everything had changed and completed, as if they were what they were.
Wang Zijia stood in the main hall, looking at the huge 'medicine cabinet', and began to modify and carve the drawers one by one.
Sometimes it becomes obscure, sometimes it becomes dazzling, and it is constantly being refined and refined.
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Before I knew it, the night passed by.
When the sky dawned, Wang Zijia stopped carving the Penglai Immortal Palace, or Penglai Hall.
As usual, he got up and washed up, boxed with Bai Qian, ate and chatted with Xiang Feifei.
After a while, after breakfast, Xiang Feifei went to work in Fulou.
Wang Zijia waited until noon before jumping on the kite, but did not go to work. He took out his ID card and clicked on the information Xiang Feifei provided him.
In the past two decades, he has preliminarily screened these materials. If he hadn't prepared the five ghosts, he would have started to do it.
For this step, he had been trying and preparing for months before joining the sect!
Now that the five ghosts are all ready, Wang Zijia no longer hesitates, the paper kite spreads its wings and goes in one direction.
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The southern area of the Qi Fu Mai building complex is a commercial street, which contains not only sect disciples, but also many business personnel from other large sects.
The east area belongs to the work area, and most of the official buildings in Meili are located here. In other words, this is the 'official' neighborhood of Qifumai.
The West District is a 'residential area', and most of the disciples in the line, especially the largest handyman disciples, almost all live there.
The North District has no obvious position and is mostly occupied by various small families in the vein. Many of them were given away by Qi Fu Mei in the early years when the Qi Fu Mei was opened in order to encourage some small families to build and develop the Qi Fu Mei.
Some private lands and manor properties, such as the Xiang family that Wang Zijia relies on, are one of them.
(End of chapter)
