"Hehe, this trip is really full of rewards. Not only did I participate in a gang fight and exercise my muscles and bones, but I also obtained so many benefits.”
Lin Feng hugged a large suitcase and couldn't suppress his excitement. He thought to himself that before he came, he really didn't expect to have such a huge harvest.
An entire suitcase of incense and candles. They were all made by Zhao Ping using a special method. They were extremely useful for supernatural things.
He had also obtained an additional 30 pieces of nourishing incense. This thing was a huge treasure and had to be hidden well.
Of course, the most important thing was that Old Zhang also gave Lin Feng two prints. One of them was Qin Qiong, and the other was Yuchi Gong. Both of the door gods were surrounded by incense, and they were good treasures to ward off evil spirits.
Although it was not of much use to him, Lin Feng liked to collect all the supernatural treasures now. He built his own hall into a impregnable fortress.
The door god was stuck to the door. Wasn't he fragrant?
When he opened the door of the hall, he saw a figure floating down from Mount Tai and standing in the middle of the hall. It was the Great Master.
As the Stele King, his grandfather usually sat in the hall, allowing him to enjoy his life.
"Master, I got something good this time. I came back today to show my respect to you.”
Lin Feng quickly opened his luggage and placed two candles on the altar, lighting them up.
"Yes, it's indeed good stuff."
Great-Grandfather Fang looked at the incense stick. After a few wisps of smoke entered the statue at the front of the altar, he took a few deep breaths. His face was filled with enjoyment. For the old man, who had cultivated for a hundred years, to have such an expression, one could imagine how good the incense stick was.
The old master knew that his descendants were the first horses. The highest authority in the entire hall was the sect master. Although the sect master was cold and aloof and did not interact much with the others, he was still the head of the hall. Everyone had to respect him.
"This time, I've gained a lot. Brother Puppy, I've also brought you good things.”
Then, he took out a few incense sticks from his luggage and lit them with candles. He inserted them into the incense burner.
The incense sticks were visible to the naked eye as they drifted toward the Five Mountains Picture.
"Suck! Suck!"
The faint sound of incense being inhaled could be heard. At this moment, the few Five Mountain Paintings looked even more ethereal and majestic under the green smoke.
Then, he sat cross-legged on the futon and meditated.
"This Li Wei is really evil. He actually attacked ordinary people.”
If the banesouls he cultivated were all cultivators, then there would be almost no karma. They were all just making a living. There would be almost no karma in a battle between cultivators, and perhaps there would be merit.
However, if a cultivator attacked an ordinary person, there would definitely be negative karma. However, this negative karma usually did not appear. However, once someone "subdued demons", all the negative karma would be converted into merit.
In fact, the effect of karma was very small. If one really went all out, it would be like an army killing. Which general didn't have many lives under him? Didn't they see the divine retribution?
However, most cultivators cherished their feathers. If there were no benefits, who would slaughter ordinary people? Those who killed people indiscriminately were all beaten up into the demonic path.
Looking at the merit he had obtained after killing Li Wei, the golden light of merit lit up.
More Joss Flame Qi was also there, slowly nourishing the golden flame light, making its light brighter and more powerful.
"Inhale ~ exhale ~"
Lin Feng sat on the ground and meditated. As he increased his mental strength, he breathed in and out the mysterious gas produced by the Yin Qi after lighting the incense sticks to train his body. In this line of work, it was necessary to have a good body.
Moreover, he had to train and meditate every day. As time passed, he would be able to break through this barrier sooner or later. Perhaps he would have a strong foundation. At that time, he would directly become a very powerful Itinerant Immortal.
Legend had it that Third Master Hu was personally conferred by the Emperor, and with the support of a wisp of Emperor Qi, he directly achieved the right fruit and led the immortals outside the pass.
However, Lin Feng's family was in the pass, so he really didn't meet many powerful people. The only people who were extraordinary were Zhao Ping, Old Zhang, and Li Wei.
Suddenly, in the quiet village, there seemed to be someone singing Beijing opera.
"The ice wheel on the island has just turned, and the jade rabbit has already risen to the east ~
The ice wheel left the island, and the world was exceptionally bright. The bright moon was in the sky, just like Chang'e leaving the moon palace ~
I'm like Chang'e leaving the Moon Palace, and I'm like Chang'e descending to the ninth level, lonely and desolate in the Vast Cold Palace, ah Vast Cold Palace ~"
This faintly discernible song woke Lin Feng up. Listening to the song, he couldn't help but think in his heart.
"There are people in our village who can sing Beijing opera. Are they so versatile?
But why was he still singing in the middle of the night? Didn't he know how to disturb the people?”
Lin Feng also recognized this part. It was the Drunken Noble Concubine. Her voice was very authentic. It must be authentic. She had learned it in the troupe. Perhaps she could sing it now.
For a moment, he did not use his spiritual perception to observe. After all, what kind of society was this? How could he encounter supernatural problems so casually?
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