Volume 1 Fortunately, I met the immortal who first enlightened me, and then went to Xiangyan to seek the true Dharma. Chapter 55: The Rituals and Incense Dispersed
The treasure ship continued to move forward, and as it passed through more and more streets and alleys, the wishes gathered in the sky became more and more intense.
At this time, although it was already noon and the sunlight was getting hotter, the number of people around did not decrease at all. The fanatical faith made the spiritual response bestowed by the gods even more powerful.
Even in Miro's eyes, the shadow of the magic mirror appeared unconsciously, reflecting all kinds of scenes around him, projecting the information that was usually hidden in the dark into his heart and recording it in the magic scroll.
Wisps of white mist gathered from all directions onto the treasure scroll, transforming into a thin layer of smoke that lingered around. Inside, illusory and uncertain patterns constantly emerged, disappeared, reorganized, and blurred...
Some of the original names and abilities were also sometimes blurred and sometimes clear under the mist.
When it resurfaced at the end, the description had not changed, but there was a little more brilliance on the surface of .
"I owe you a huge favor this time!"
Miro felt emotional.
Although this information can be obtained, it is more about the characteristics of Miro's own companion treasure.
But it is an undeniable fact that Gu Daoren and Zhang Daoren gave him opportunities and guidance, which was also a great favor.
He looked back in the direction of Taoist Zhang and suddenly saw a scene that surprised him.
"The breath of Shimizu..."
In Miro's eyes, Qingshui Weng, with his head full of white hair, wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, was surrounded by a wisp of dusk.
Although the decadence on him was not as much as that on Taoist Zhang, it was still all over his body, indicating that his vitality had begun to fade and he was entering the second half of his life.
It couldn't be seen in the past because the surface of the straw raincoat contained traces of vitality, and the runes and magic prohibitions inside were mainly used to lock in essence and vitality, thereby prolonging his life indirectly.
'Speaking of which, it seems that Qingshui Weng entered Taoism not too early. It seems that he received the inheritance around the time he reached the age of 50 and began to practice. Although his early experiences and accumulation allowed him to quickly complete the self-cultivation and foundation-building, he entered the Jade Liquid Realm within three decades.'
"He is about 220 to 230 years old this year. His cultivation method is water magic, which is inferior to the method of Changchun Temple in terms of prolonging life. In addition, he was born as a casual cultivator and probably had many battles in his early years. Judging from his old age, his life span is probably only 260 to 270 years old..."
Thinking of this, Miro couldn't help feeling a little sad.
In theory, the life span of a Jade Liquid Realm cultivator should be 480 years, although this is the theoretical limit, and most Jade Liquid Realm cultivators only live for more than 300 years. Suddenly seeing a Jade Liquid Realm cultivator who may not even live for 300 years, it is inevitable that some frustrated thoughts arise in my heart.
He withdrew his gaze, suppressed his thoughts, and paid more attention to the second half of the ceremony.
With the blessing of spiritual response, the magic mirror reflects one's own emotions, the mind is empty, and the various visions performed in the hands become more and more exquisite.
Taoist Zhang, who was following behind, nodded secretly and thought in his heart.
'Now, I am the only disciple left in Changchun Temple who used to listen to Master Lu's teachings. Unfortunately, I entered Taoism too late. Although I am willing to practice the method of prolonging life, I can't increase my lifespan much. Master Lu has not contacted me in Changchun Temple for more than ten years. Among the many younger generations, only Gu Xiaozi has communicated with Master Lu twice.'
"If this continues, after a hundred years, the connection between the two sides will probably be much weaker. And among the next generation of disciples, most of them are just good enough to maintain the status quo. There is not a single one who wants to go further and join the sect to study."
'This Taoist Mi Luo is extremely talented and has condensed his companion treasure early on. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely become a true disciple of the Condensation Realm. This time, Gu Xiaozi has established a relationship with him. If we communicate more in the future, we should be able to maintain the relationship and strive for some possibilities for the next generation to enter the sect to study.'
'In this way, I have lived up to the trust my senior brother gave me when he passed away.'
When Taoist Zhang thought of this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he was recalling the scene when he studied Taoism with his fellow disciples.
But soon, Taoist Zhang also reacted and began to patrol the surroundings to prevent any unexpected situations.
In fact, after many days of sacrifices, plus today's ritual of inviting the gods for a parade, Qinghe County is now the safest in the past ten years.
Not to mention that common monsters such as mud ghosts, grass ghosts and water ghosts dare not show up, some monks who practice dark techniques or have complicated magical powers will not have an easy time during this period of time.
An upper-middle-level county town, with the faith and worship of more than 400,000 people, plus the fanatical belief emanating from a morning, if concentrated in one place, would be enough to create a god of the eighth rank, or even the seventh rank, from scratch.
The power of this thought was so great that even Lord Meng and Lord Yan were unwilling to personally send down their spiritual thoughts to preside over the ceremony.
The reason is that the wish power is too fervent. To the gods, it is like fine wine, which can easily make them indulge in behavior and do some irrational things.
Therefore, for such large-scale sacrificial activities, gods below the third rank in Hanxia mostly choose to let immortal monks preside over the rituals, and the gods themselves will send down spiritual responses, and the combination of the two will divide the power of will.
Among them, gods and monks only take 30% of the power of wishes.
Half of the third will fall into the hands of the gods after the ceremony is over and with the final sacrifice.
One third fell into the hands of the people who presided over the ceremony. As one of the monks who protected the statue and presided over the ceremony, Miro received a small share of the power. This was also the origin of the wisps of white mist that continued to emerge from the treasure scroll.
Similarly, both the one hundred young men clearing the way in front of the treasure ship and the four strong men below the treasure ship also received some feedback.
In Miro's eyes, the phantom of the magic weapon above the hundred young men gradually condensed some patterns inside as they continued to move forward, under the spiritual response and blessing of Yan Gong, the water god of Qingjiang River.
These patterns were imprinted on the bodies of those young men one by one, allowing them to come and go freely in the Qingjiang River in the future and to swim better in other rivers.
In comparison, the four strong men who carried the boat received more blessings from Meng Gong. Due to Meng Gong's divine patterns, their boats would be safer and stronger in the future, and they would also have a sense of talent in sailing.
The last one-sixth is mostly integrated into certain specific things as the rituals are carried out.
For example, the Evergreen Ceremony is to integrate this part of the wish power into the evergreen ivy and give birth to the evergreen spiritual fruit.
As for the bulk of the power of vows, nearly 70% of the power of incense and vows will be fed back to the believers during the sacrificial ceremony along with the rituals, either as blessings, to drive away evil spirits, or to relieve disasters.
Under such oppression, the evil cultivators below the Condensation Realm were simply unable to cast spells, let alone harm others.
Therefore, the so-called protective work of Zhang Daoren and the other two was more about preventing unexpected situations from occurring during the welcoming ceremony, such as someone falling, someone getting dizzy, or even people being stepped on.
