Not only the tablets, but also the coffin, the altar, and even the altar under the coffin slowly disappeared.
In the process of these things dissipating, Wang Zijia clearly saw that this altar was actually connected to three independent altars, and they were secretly connected!
After everything on the fourth altar disappeared, the entire hall became harmonious, as if it should be like this.
"Uh... What the hell is this? Some old monster came to join in the fun and set up a coffin?"
"What is it used for?"
"Peach picking? Or something?"
After a while, Wang Zijia didn't think about the reason, and looked at the three empty coffins again.
After checking for a while, his spiritual sense told him that this was a divine inheritance.
But the vigilant Wang Zijia had no intention of going directly.
He raised his hand, and several pieces of ancient tortoise shell appeared in his hand.
"Tianxin's Three Questions: Misfortunes and blessings come and go!"
As the tortoise shell beats and the mana fluctuates, a bright spiritual light bursts out.
"Good luck to you: Little ghost will make things easier, everything will go smoothly, and you will be promoted easily!"
Looking at the hexagrams, Wang Zijia calculated several times and found good results. He also tried using the path of cause and effect and found no hidden pitfalls.
Looking at the three empty coffins in front of him, Wang Zijia hesitated for a while and decided to give it a try.
The divine position is not critical to him. The key thing is that without the Shinto skills, the divine position can basically absorb the power of incense, which is of great help to him.
So far, his methods of absorbing incense have been very reluctant. Even the statues of gods, after absorbing the incense, are converted into mist, which are then infected and exchanged by Wang Zijia.
Although the disguised form satisfies its application, multiple changes are equivalent to multiple precipitations, which greatly affects the efficiency.
Instead of lying down directly, with a thought, the five ghosts appeared.
"Go, you five go and lie down in there!"
Wang Zijia pointed to the coffin where the Danding tablet belonged.
The reason is not to let one go, but all five of them go together. The main thing is that the five ghosts are one. To become a ghost or a god, it is estimated that five of them need to be together.
When the five ghosts heard this, they didn't hesitate and got in directly.
Compared with the experience in the underground laboratory, this kind of thing that doesn't look scary is just trivial. It won't scare even the most timid five children.
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The four ghosts lay down directly, and the big baby came to the altar, activated the altar in front of him, and three notes of fragrance emerged.
Da Wa lit the incense, and amid the curls of green smoke, Da Wa's figure disappeared from the spot.
On the coffin, the silver runes were activated, and extremely complicated patterns quickly spread from the coffin to the entire altar.
The coffin lid condensed from scratch, and when everything was activated, a strong silver light burst out.
Wang Zijia dived into Dawa's chaotic sea of consciousness, trying to take a peek.
But the movement only flickered for a moment, and everything began to fade again.
But in an instant, the five ghosts were thrown out again.
"no?"
However, when Wang Zijia checked the baby's condition, he was shocked to find that there had been a big change.
Name: Dawa (ghost baby)
Cultivation: Middle stage of Yuanshen
Source of evil: pure
Daoxing: One thousand and five hundred years (600 million/1 billion)
Belongs to: Evil Transformation into Ghosts and Gods (belongs to)
Priesthood: Danding
Talents: Ghost Infant Enchantment, Summoning Prodigy, Lava Guard, Wanhua Weapon Body, Ghost Infant Incarnation
The divine position of the Alchemy Cauldron: A spiritual cultivator can create fortune and control the power of heaven and earth. You can dabble in some of the powers of alchemy belief in the world. The elixirs and tripod treasures in the world are naturally close to and in awe of you, and are easily controlled by you.
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The first is the essential change, from Wang Zijia's summoned creature to his godly one, with an additional priesthood.
Secondly, there are a lot of things like collecting incense, using incense as food, becoming a god of the Alchemy Cauldron in the Shenhong Realm, and so on.
Let alone the five ghosts, Wang Zijia didn't understand it for a while.
In short, they really became ghosts and gods!
And because of the special nature of the five ghosts, when the five ghosts turned into ghost elements and blessed him, these abilities became Wang Zijia's own.
After a while, Wang Zijia came back to her senses and looked at the three coffins again with burning eyes.
The tablets, incense burners, and even the altar of the Danding coffin have disappeared, but the coffin and altar still stand, unchanged.
The two altars of Sword Immortal and Chess God on the side had no effect at all.
Wang Zijia took a deep breath and confirmed again that it was a good omen. I came to the altar tablet where the chess altar belongs and entered the magic element at the designated place.
The magic element flashed away and directly activated the magic altar.
Three pillars of fragrance emerged.
Wang Zijia carefully checked Qingxiang. In an instant, the entire formation was activated, as if it would be activated in the next moment.
Wang Zijia's figure flashed and she nervously lay down in the corresponding silver coffin.
The coffin lid emerged, covering all the firelight, making the small coffin look dark and forced.
But it was different from the five ghosts who were thrown out in an instant.
Wang Zijia was lying in the coffin. As the lid of the coffin was closed, there was darkness for a moment. The next moment, countless silver and complex runes lit up. Destructive patterns like stars dotting the night sky occupied Wang Zijia's entire field of vision.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Zijia fell into a trance.
In his mind, the golden scale felt something, vibrated slightly for a moment, and golden light spread out.
The next moment, he suddenly stepped back and ignored him.
[In ancient times, there was an immortal who ate the wind and drank the dew, and the breath of food lasted forever. Turn your spirit into a general and be at ease in the world. 】
[There are demons and troubled times, and there is endless turmoil! 】
[Countless immortals and gods are born, there are swords that shine across the nine states, there are sentient beings that play chess, and they take all things as their sons... to save the world. 】
[Heaven and earth are in harmony, all living beings are worshiping, authority emerges, and there is a powerful person who can obtain it. Using authority as a guide, they form a link and open up the divine way of all the worlds. 】
[Shen cultivators can control the heaven and earth, create living beings, be worshiped by all people, and maintain their faith forever. If faith never ceases, it will never die or be destroyed. 】
[Those who are in charge of the divine position must remember: if you take it from the people, you must use it for the people, otherwise you will eventually suffer the consequences. 】
It was as if someone was speaking between heaven and earth, expounding the Dao, and it was as if heaven and earth were speaking themselves, and even more as if someone was speaking in Wang Zijia's mind.
The sound like a loud bell resounded through Wang Zijia's mind and kept echoing.
Wake up Wang Zijia from a trance.
The moment he regained consciousness, Wang Zijia found that he had changed the world.
In the unknown secret realm of Lingshan, a simple green-tiled courtyard stands at the foot of a low mountain. It has five rooms, simple and with a strange rhythm, as if it is in harmony with the heaven and earth.
Under a seemingly ordinary pear tree in the courtyard, there is a small stone table with black and white seeds placed on it.
There is a shelf on the left and right sides of the wall, occupied by a grape vine and a gourd vine.
The vines are brown and red, with leaves like emeralds. One on the left and one on the right, they spread across the entire courtyard wall, like guardians on the left and right, dotting the entire courtyard.
Crisp and a little more elegant.
The gaps between the leaves of the vines emitted a faint light, as if they contained rare and exotic fruits.
Outside the small courtyard, a spiritual spring-like stream flows in front of the door, the spiritual light is bright, and spiritual fish swim happily in it.
The air was filled with intoxicating spiritual energy, causing the weeds outside the courtyard to turn into low-level spiritual plants, the kind that could be sold for money if you caught a handful.
Subconsciously, I raised my head, and what I saw vaguely was not the deep blue sky, but a tree that covered the sky and sun, looming in the clouds.
It was as if the support of heaven and earth held up the whole world.
The rhythm of the great avenue of heaven and earth emanates from it. The fairy air and glow formed into clusters, hanging among the branches like strange fruits, as if they were nurturing some peerless fairy treasure.
The scene that looked like a Taoyuan wonderland shocked Wang Zijia.
Subconsciously, I want to incorporate spiritual energy into it so that I can distinguish the true from the false in the most direct way.
However, as soon as he thought about it, spiritual energy penetrated directly from his body surface.
Aura is real, and so is the environment, but Wang Zijia himself is not real.
He seems to be just a pure consciousness, restrained by strange spells.
However, the amazing thing is that he, who is supposed to be illusory and intangible, actually has a physical body like a real person.
At this time, in the courtyard, the owner of the house seemed to feel something, and said nonchalantly in calm words: "The end of the problem in the courtyard can be solved and passed down."
As the words rang out, Wang Zijia calmed down.
Otherwise, he is too familiar with this routine.
In the secret place of rare treasures, there is an immortal who lives in seclusion, and the gods are here to inherit it.
It was full of a sense of déjà vu.
Isn't this just a replica of his pretentious appearance on Penglai Xiandao!
It's just that what he created was a chaotic illusion, coming from a blind mind. Everything was fake and he could only cause trouble by cheating.
The unknown existence in front of me is supported by the amazing magic power and comes from the gods. Everything is true.
In fact, Wang Zijia discovered that he might no longer be in the current time and space.
He was transported to an unknown time and space by a shocking method, met with him, and accepted the inheritance.
But even so, Wang Zijia instantly tasted the familiarity of the pretentiousness, and even felt that it was a bit plagiarizing his Penglai idea.
Wang Zijia stood at the door, calmed down, and said respectfully: "Senior, junior..."
"Huh?!!!"
However, just as Wang Zijia spoke, there was a surprising sound in the green tiled hut.
The next moment, a middle-aged Taoist in a green robe suddenly appeared in front of Wang Zijia with a sad and tired face. He looked at the silver-haired Wang Zijia in astonishment and said, "Senior brother?"
Wang Zijia was stunned for a moment and said blankly: "Senior, are you talking to your disciple?"
The vicissitudes of life man in Confucian shirt was also stunned, and then he said with a complex expression: "I see, has Su Hui not fully awakened to the method of reincarnation?"
The man in Confucian robes smiled bitterly for a moment and said: "So this is how senior brother said we would meet again. Or is this the reason why you taught me the time and space stealing formation?"
The man in Confucian shirt seemed to be asking Wang Zijia, and seemed to be talking to himself, not expecting Wang Zijia's answer.
Wang Zijia: "???"
The somewhat confused Wang Zijia had questions in his head.
Shouldn't you show your divine temperament, use shocking methods, shock my mind, show yourself to me as a saint, and then grant me an opportunity after you're done?
Half of the routine has been used, and suddenly he comes out and calls me "senior brother", which is a bit of a loss of status!
"Senior?" The confused Wang Zijia could only ask.
Following Wang Zijia's words, the man in Confucian shirt came out of his dazed recollection, looked at Wang Zijia, and showed a familiar bright smile.
(End of chapter)
