Burning Incense In Prison: Mistaken For A Fortune Teller

Zhao Yi was on the rooftop of the prison, while recovering his depleted true energy, he was using the book of life and death to select exercises.

Divine consciousness is equivalent to true energy, and it also requires skills to exert its power.

It took five or six hours to specifically browse through the exercises related to spiritual consciousness. Zhao Yi carefully selected one book from hundreds of thousands of books: "The Great Dream Classic."

The Dameng Ancient Sutra was the method used by the Dameng Taoist tradition to suppress religions nine million years ago. The hypnosis techniques that Feng Yue knew were just childish in front of him. The real thing is that he can create one by one, real A dream that is almost identical to reality.

You can make yourself dream, and you can make others dream.

In the dream, the mind is very clear and can change the flow of time. One night in the dream can be compared to several years in reality!

Moreover, you can also break into other people's dreams and truly kill people invisibly. The Great Dream Taoism nine million years ago was enough to be among the top ten in the universe. At that time, the leader of the Taoism could kill hundreds of people in a star field. Billions of living beings are dreaming.

He goes through hundreds of years in his sleep, marries a wife and has children, and ends his life as a child when he wakes up.

But too many forces coveted the Great Dream Ancient Sutra. Those who suddenly rose up were exterminated. Hundreds of thousands of disciples, ranging from handymen to direct disciples, were all killed in one night. The few who escaped to the chaos zone at the edge of the universe still could not escape. Pass the fate of being silenced.

The complete version of the Great Dream Ancient Sutra has also been lost. Currently, all the major forces in the universe have incomplete versions.

What Zhao Yi got was naturally complete, and he immediately began to choose to practice. The main reason was that there were many forces in the practice, and it would not matter if he walked out of the earth one day and was discovered.

Of course, the practice methods of the Dameng Ancient Sutra are also extremely demanding. Zhao Yi spent four days on the rooftop and read too many letters left by the predecessors of the Dameng Dao Tradition before he even stepped into the threshold.

Even if he only has one foot on the threshold, he is far superior to Feng Yue in terms of hypnosis.

After all, hypnotizing others is just the beginning of the journey. Being able to hypnotize oneself is the ultimate achievement, releasing the infinite potential of the physical body and bursting out frightening strength far beyond the realm. Of course, this requires practicing the Great Dream Sutra to a very high level.

Zhao Yi stood up from the ground, stretched out his long fingers, and started sketching again.

A ferocious and majestic tauren gradually took shape, with eyes the size of copper bells as red as blood, and wisps of black smoke spewed out from its thick nostrils. The smell of sulfur could choke ordinary people and poison them.

The bull-headed Rakshasa also wears ancient armor, which makes people involuntarily awe. The two horns on the left and right stand tall, making the rooftop sway with the slightest movement.

Zhao Yi, who had reached the perfection of the True Spirit Realm, drew another bull-headed Rakshasa, who was also powerful enough to fight King Wu, and guarded Fulong Mountain with the horse-faced Rakshasa!

Zhao Yi put away the Bull-headed Rakshasa, and three days had passed since the funeral battle.

period.

He was also learning about the outside world. He Qinghong, who was the most well-informed, reported that Yuncheng officials had blocked the funeral, and all relevant personnel had signed confidentiality agreements. The news media were severely warned, and the footage was deleted in person. Not a single photo appears online.

As long as someone dares to discuss it online, his account will be permanently banned immediately, and someone will come to check the water meter that day.

Now after three days of precipitation, the discussion rate has dropped by 90%.

Zhao Yi thought that the time agreed with the tea-making master Chen Jing had come, so he used the deformation technique to slightly change his appearance. After leaving the prison, he called a taxi and drove towards the deepest part of the tea market street.

The quaint little courtyard was tightly closed, the wooden doors turned into thickened metal doors, and even the walls were covered with barbed wire. At a glance, there were four or five cameras. It was completely different from the first time I came here!

Zhao Yi paid the fare and got off the car. He walked up and knocked on the door several times. Chen Jing's suspicious voice sounded from inside: "Who are you?"

"Brother Zhao."

Across the iron door, Zhao Yi said: "We agreed to pick up the tea today."

Hearing Zhao Yi's voice, Chen Jingcai lowered his guard and hurriedly opened the door. After letting Zhao Yi in, he quickly locked the door: "I finally found you. I thought it was those old guys."

"What old guy?"

Zhao Yi didn't know why, he didn't use the book of life and death, and he didn't know what happened to Master Chen.

Seeing the rightful owner coming, Chen Jingxuan was relieved and began to vomit his bitterness helplessly: "After you left that day, I started frying tea. I didn't expect that the quality of your tea is so high and the fragrance is so fragrant." After traveling a few kilometers, I lured those greedy people over."

"They all wanted to pay for it, but I didn't have the right, so I kicked them all out."

"but...."

"I'm not afraid of thieves, but I'm afraid that thieves will miss me. Those old gluttons are squatting at the door to prevent them from doing evil things to the tea. I had people renovate the courtyard overnight."

The old guys Chen Jing was talking about have also been addicted to tea ceremony for decades, and they are at the level of gourmets. They can't walk when they see good tea. In the past few days, they were so scared that they didn't sleep well for fear of waking up. As soon as I woke up... I found that the tea had been stolen.

"Where's the tea?"

Zhao Yi looked at the suspicious Chen Jing and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, knowing that if he came to get the tea two days later, he would probably become suspicious.

"You sit down first and I'll get it."

Chen Jing got into the main room and soon brought out a huanghuali wood box.

Seeing this box made of huanghuali wood, Zhao Yi was a little surprised. It must be worth two to three hundred thousand, but it was actually used to hold tea: "I'm really willing to give it up."

The grandson Chen Yingjian, who works outside, just thought that his grandfather was a petty bourgeoisie. He couldn't even imagine that the money in his bank card exceeded nine figures.

Chen Jing didn't care at all, but said sincerely: "Your tea is more expensive than gold, and only huanghuali wood is worthy of it."

Carefully opening the huanghuali wood box, Zhao Yi's eyes fell on the tea leaves. After being fried, they were completely stimulated. The aroma that greeted him was refreshing. The appearance was like exquisite jade, and each piece showed a unique luster and texture. , actually contains a touch of aura!

Tea containing spiritual energy can be called a panacea. Regular drinking has the effect of detoxifying, nourishing the skin and prolonging life!

Zhao Yi closed the huanghuali wood box and was about to pay the fee for making tea, but Chen Jing waved his hands repeatedly: "It is already an honor for me to be able to fry tea of ​​this level. How dare you say that your money can do it?"

"that is."

"hey-hey."

Chen Jing rubbed his hands nervously: "Brother Zhao, if you still have this kind of tea, can you sell some to me after the frying is finished next time? The price is guaranteed to satisfy you!"

The money in his bank card exceeded nine figures. He originally wanted to let his grandson inherit the mantle, but he didn't expect that his grandson thought it was too hard to make tea and there wasn't much money to be made. He gave up after a few days. Chen Jing didn't tell him if he didn't like it. His truth.

I wanted to let him suffer some setbacks in society, and then tell him that his grandfather was a hidden rich man when he came back.

"OK."

Zhao Yi agreed.

The first time I made tea, I just wanted to check the quality. The huanghuali wooden box only weighed half a catty, so it was definitely impossible to sell it to others.

The dozens of tea trees on Fulong Mountain are quite enough, and I can sell some to Chen Jing for frying next time.

Chen Jing was overjoyed to get the answer, his nose was bubbling with joy, and he sent Zhao Yi out of the tea market before walking back.

After leaving the tea market, Zhao Yi did not go back to the prison, but went to Yan Lao's small courtyard.

On the day of the funeral, Mr. Yan also came forward to support the Xueling Cosmetic Company. This status was very important. From now on, the relevant departments would have to give the green light all the way, without any official airs, and there was an important thing to talk about.

Arriving at the small courtyard where Mr. Yan was, the two of them sat in the pavilion.

"You are such a good boy. You have good things and still think of me."

Mr. Yan looked excitedly at the huanghuali wooden box, and watched Zhao Yi take out five or six pieces and put them into a fine purple clay pot. With the injection of hot water, the tea leaves spread out in the water, releasing a kind of The refreshing aroma seems to penetrate every cell, calming down the anxious heart in the summer.

Waiting for it to soak, the fragrance will overflow.

The soldiers in the yard who were responsible for guarding Yan Lao subconsciously looked over, with refreshing expressions on their faces.

Yan Lao couldn't wait, took a sip, and the folds on his face stretched out, and every cell in comfort groaned!

"After drinking tea for a lifetime, I realized that the ones before were at best tree leaves!"

Mr. Yan cursed and cursed, his tongue was so hot that it felt numb.

Zhao Yi also took a sip. This level of elixir had little effect on him, but it tasted really good, crushing everything he had drunk before.

The two drank three or four cups in a row before Zhao Yi put down his teacup and revealed the purpose of his trip: "A few days ago, I accidentally predicted that a catastrophe was coming in the future of Yuncheng!"