Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 417: Ten Thousand Families’ Incense

Finally, Shang Liangshan's eyes were fixed on the barely perceptible crack on the rock wall.

This crack seemed like a deep scar, growing on the rock wall, but actually it grew in the void, connecting the nine underworlds, and emitting a eerie ghostly aura.

"A crack in the void? A hidden path?" Shang Liangshan whispered softly, thinking about a solution.

After much thought, he only came up with two solutions. One was to find Taoist Xuan Ce to seal the void crack.

The second is to suppress the crack with the spirit form and phantom thunderclouds while absorbing ghost energy to strengthen oneself.

The ghost energy here is so strong that it would be a pity to seal it.

Moreover, if any fluctuations occur when the seal attracts the attention of powerful people, it may cause unnecessary trouble.

So should we choose suppression?

However, if the spiritual aspect wants to become more powerful, it not only needs the nourishment of energy, but also requires one to constantly comprehend the mysteries of it.

In this case, it seems that only the phantom thunder cloud can be used.

Because it already has its own avenue, and what it needs now is enough energy to evolve its own dojo.

Thinking of this, Shang Liangshan had already made a decision in his heart.

I saw the dim dragon shape reappear and sank into the crack in the void. After completely sealing it, it disappeared.

At this point, this shady place returned to its former tranquility.

"It's time to create thousands of lights and incense in thousands of homes again." Shang Liangshan's voice echoed in the dim cave, like a muffled drum, deafening, and resounding at the entrance of the cave.

As the old patriarch waited anxiously, Shang Liangshan's figure floated like a light butterfly and landed beside the pavilion.

"Liangshan, you're back." The remaining fire that was grilling meat greeted Shang Liangshan warmly, as if he had met a long-lost friend.

This guy is always full of enthusiasm.

His words startled Shang Liangshan, then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and he said, "Don't worry, don't worry, roast it slowly."

He sat down leisurely, took a sip of hot tea, and then sent a message to inform the old patriarch of the situation in the underworld.

"As the saying goes, autumn brings refreshing air, but I feel that the weather has changed and become a bit chilly. I'm really afraid that there will be an unexpected snowfall and ruin the crops." The old patriarch said in a worried tone.

There was a sense of helplessness and sadness in his voice, as if the gloomy weather was a huge stone weighing on his heart.

"That's impossible. Besides, with the Phantom Thunder Cloud, it can also stop the snow."

"Yes, the old man is worrying too much."

"Speaking of snow, I'm afraid it will really snow this winter, so we have to rush to plant late rice." Yihuo shook his head.

There was a hint of worry in his tone, as if he was worried about the coming winter.

"Well, this is a problem that needs to be taken seriously. You can talk to Lao Feng about this tomorrow." The old patriarch said in agreement.

"Why don't you say it?" Yihuo blurted out.

"Because I am the chief of the tribe. Although sowing seeds is a big thing, it would appear that you are incompetent if I, as the chief of the tribe, were to give orders."

"Chief, don't say that. I'm very strong and definitely not incompetent." Yihuo's tone was filled with determination.

"Get lost." The old patriarch almost burst out laughing.

Shang Liangshan couldn't help but smile when he heard this. Yihuo was really a funny guy. There was a sense of humor and wit in his words, as if he was a pistachio, which made people laugh.

Of course, this humor and wit is a bit...

He did it as soon as he thought of it. The next day, Shang Liangshan sat cross-legged in the main hall, summoning a cloud of incense and vows, and began to retreat to create his innate skills, attracting incense from thousands of families.

Wanjiaxianghuo, this is a name that sounds simple but contains huge power.

It is not just a simple fusion of wishes and incense, but a qualitative change produced through a special way, and it becomes a cloud with the power of illusion and suppression.

This power is so mysterious that it is hard to imagine.

However, Shang Liangshan will face huge difficulties and challenges in order to attract thousands of families to come to its temple again.

First of all, he needs to master the correct methods and techniques, otherwise it will be difficult to successfully integrate the power of vows with the incense.

Secondly, he also needs a large amount of incense and vows as support, otherwise he will not be able to form a powerful incense base of tens of thousands of families.

Finally, he needs to overcome various unknown difficulties and unknowns, otherwise he will easily fall into danger.

Despite all the difficulties, Shang Liangshan did not give up.

He believed that with the wisdom he had gained from nine years of compulsory education, he would be able to successfully create another family of worship.

Because he began a long and arduous period of seclusion, studying and practicing day and night.

During the retreat, he encountered many expected and unexpected difficulties.

Sometimes it is because the ratio of the fusion of vows and incense is not right, and sometimes it is because the illusion and the power of repression are not properly controlled.

However, he was not defeated by these difficulties, but continued to adjust and improve.

After a period of hard work, Shang Liangshan finally mastered the method of making Wanjia incense.

He began to combine his wishes and incense in specific proportions, and at the same time used his own will and soul to control the illusion and the power of repression.

Under his careful manipulation, pieces of incense and vows gradually condensed into clouds that rolled and spun in the air, emitting a powerful aura and light.

These clouds are like beautiful flower fields, intoxicating people and making them linger.

When the last piece of incense and wish merged into the clouds, the incense of ten thousand families was finally born.

It exudes dazzling light and powerful aura, as if a god has descended to the earth.

Shang Liangshan stood in the clouds, feeling the power of thousands of incense sticks flowing through his body. His body and soul were greatly enhanced and sublimated.

He seemed like a peerless master, possessing the most powerful force in the world.

"Practice really makes people progress. It is true that watching too many action movies is not as good as practicing." Shang Liangshan sighed sincerely, and his figure flashed and landed on the grass in front of the white palace.

His mood was as bright as the blue sky and white clouds, full of confidence and joy.

"Master." The soil layers and blocks came forward to pay their respects.

They had broken through to the seventh level some time ago and had been consolidating their cultivation in the Huawai Taoist Temple.

Hanzi consolidates his cultivation by forging iron, so he is not in the Huawai Taoist temple, and he also shoulders the responsibility of making a baby.

Shang Liangshan nodded to the two of them and asked about his situation during his retreat.

"It's September already?" Shang Liangshan was a little surprised, and then asked about the old patriarch's life.

"September 9th." The soil layer gave the date.

"Master, why hasn't the second one broken through yet?" Fangkuai asked with some concern.

"Cube, people can't lift it. Look, this is a breakthrough." Shang Liangshan pointed to the stone chamber and said with a smile.

"It's true." Cube happily disappeared underground.

Shang Liangshan and Tuceng smiled upon seeing this, and walked and chatted towards the stone chamber.