My ring is too bad

Chapter 306 Incense
The whole body of the wood carving is jet black, and it is carved from precious sandalwood. The upper part is in the shape of a human, and the lower part is the body of a tiger, with a tiger tail behind it.The whole statue appears lifelike.

Ordinary people will feel slightly dizzy if they stare at this wood carving for a long time.

"Master, there is the power of incense in this wood carving, which belongs to the power of Shinto." Wangcai replied.

"What is Shinto?" Fang Gan was a little curious when he heard this.

"Shinto grows stronger by absorbing beliefs and incense, and immortality transforms by self-cultivation." Wangcai explained: "Even an ordinary stone can generate consciousness after being enshrined by people for a long time, and finally become a god."

"Is the Divine Dao powerful, or the Immortal Dao powerful?" Fang Gan asked.

"It depends on the situation. The gods produced by Shinto generally cannot leave the area where their incense and beliefs are, otherwise they will become extremely weak." Wangcai said: "And the power of immortal practitioners is rooted in themselves, and the world can go to hell. Yes, and the combat power in the early and mid-term should be stronger than the gods bred by Shinto."

"However, in your world, Shinto still has potential, because Immortal Dao is already in a difficult situation, and the aura is acceptable, but the rules do not allow it.

Just like a mobile phone that has been used for too long, it is no longer possible to install and run applications with large memory, otherwise it will crash and freeze.

For your world, a powerful cultivator of immortality belongs to the application of large memory. Once it appears, it will have a very bad impact on this world, and the consequences are not controlled by his subjective will.

Therefore, no matter how cultivators in this world practice, the Golden Core realm is the limit. "

"But the Shinto creatures are different. Their power comes from the believers and from the statues of gods. The power can be dispersed and preserved without causing suppression by rules."

Fang Gan was a little stunned when he heard the words. This rule sounds a bit like the "End of Dharma Era" set in the novels of his previous life.

Different from the setting where there is no aura at all, there is aura in my world, but ordinary people cannot practice without skills, and those who can practice will be suppressed by the rules.

"Then according to what you mean, if you want to become stronger in this world, practicing divine way is the best way out." Fang Gan continued to ask: "If I keep cultivating Zixu to win the championship, the limit in the future will be Jindan Boundary?"

Wangcai comforted him: "In this world, the master's cultivation will indeed be limited, but master, you don't have to worry."

"Zixu Wending is a very perfect exercise, which combines the essence of the divine way and the immortal way. Master, what you are practicing now is both the divine way and the immortal way."

"In addition, although this world limits the upper limit of individual power, you, master, can take advantage of the divine way to disperse and preserve your power, and continue to grow and grow."

Fang Gan felt half-understood, and continued to ask in his mind: "The last question, is there a god in this world now?"

Wangcai said quite simply: "Yes, especially in North Africa and some primitive tribes, where the most primitive Shinto creatures are preserved.

By the way, the master, since the power of the gods comes from faith, it can also be absorbed by the ring, increasing the ring's reputation points. "

Fang Gan raised his eyebrows: "You mean, I can hunt those gods to increase the reputation points and unlock the ability of the ring."

Wangcai nodded: "I didn't tell the master this before because the master's strength is not enough, and now the master's strength can already deal with some low-level divine creatures.

As for the more powerful divine creatures, you need to wait until the master has advanced to the Jindan realm before hunting. "

Fang Gan nodded. He was still worrying about how to collect tens of billions of prestige, but now there is an additional channel to quickly increase his prestige.

"At that time, you can get the wood carving and study it carefully." Fang Gan glanced at the wood carving again, and then focused on the transfer method.

After Yuan Feng was baptized by dipping willow branches in water, there was a tinge of blood on his face.

The middle-aged man in a white Taoist robe suddenly stepped on the ground with his left foot, scolded, and picked up the gossip mirror on the table, which was facing Yuan Feng.

I saw the Bagua Mirror pulling away a visible black energy from Yuan Feng's forehead, wandering around in the air, and then being taken into the Bagua Mirror. Everyone around was amazed when they saw this.

Yuan Feng, who was still a little sick before, has seen a significant improvement in his energy and spirit.

"Oh, master, you really are a master with cultivation." People around were amazed and couldn't help but praise.

Yuan Shijun saw that his son was really much better, and a smile appeared on his face.

Only Uncle Wu on the side showed doubts and just wanted to speak.

The middle-aged man in a white Taoist robe raised his hand and said: "The ceremony is not yet completed, please don't make any noise."

Everyone quieted down immediately after hearing the words, quite convinced of this middle-aged master.

The middle-aged master reached out and picked up the black statue, letting Yuan Feng hold him tightly.

As soon as Yuan Feng's fingers touched the statue, his whole body twitched like an electric shock, but he still held the statue obediently, and the discomfort only existed for a moment.

The middle-aged master began to mutter again, picked up a wolf hair brush, stained it with red chicken blood, and wrote complex runes on Yuan Feng's forehead and the backs of both hands.

Yuan Feng's eyes were closed tightly, and the vitality of his whole body grew at an unprecedented speed.

A few minutes later, Yuan Feng suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of vigor, and his face was radiant.

"Father." Yuan Feng smiled and looked at Yuan Shijun.

"Feng'er, how do you feel?" Yuan Shijun asked hastily.

"I feel comfortable all over now. I have never been so healthy." Yuan Feng replied.

"Okay, okay, okay." Yuan Shijun looked gratefully at the middle-aged master upon hearing this, and said, "Thank you, master, for translating the child's luck. I don't know if the ceremony has been completed."

The middle-aged master nodded slightly, with a serious expression on his face, "Master Yuan needs to rest for the next few days to rest his soul and calm down. Apart from me, no one else should disturb him."

"Yes, yes, everything is done according to the master's words." Yuan Shijun nodded quickly.

Uncle Wu, who was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, looked at Yuan Feng carefully without saying a word, but he didn't see anything unusual. Seeing Yuan Feng jumping around, he secretly thought that maybe he was worrying too much.

Fang Gan was also observing Yuan Feng at the moment, and found that the black air on the other side's head was not only not less, but became more intense, and the blood color inside became more substantial, which indicated that a person's life would not be long.

I think back then, A Biao, the Feng family's thug, had his head covered in blood after being hit by a bad luck charm, and he died shortly after.

"It's amazing. I looked so weak just now, but now I'm so energetic, and my complexion is much healthier than ordinary people." Both Jiang Yingjun and Han Qian muttered in surprise.

Wang Zihao also felt that his world view had been refreshed. The education he had received before did not allow him to believe in these feng shui ghosts and gods.

But the scene in front of him made him have to lament that the world is so big, full of wonders, and what he knows is too little.

After the transshipment ceremony, the middle-aged mage took off his white Taoist robe, and underneath was a red Tang suit.

"I'm Zhao Han, these magical artifacts were forged by Mr. Zhao, and all of them have been consecrated. Mr. Zhao came here for the first time, hoping to form a good relationship with you, so I will give these magical artifacts to you today."

The middle-aged mage said to the rich and powerful people in Jinling who were watching the ritual, his tone was neither humble nor overbearing.

(End of this chapter)