Chapter 100 Asking God
After seeing Chi Jin walk far enough away.
The figure is almost invisible!
Only then did Yan Ziqing dare to sit cross-legged on the ground and took out a long wooden tablet from his mustard seed bag. He placed it in front of him, took out three incense sticks, lit them, closed his eyes and muttered something.
The fragrance lingered but did not dissipate for a long time, instead forming a ring of white smoke around the wooden sign, with occasional flashes of various colors in the smoke.
Anyone who knows the matter will know at a glance that Yan Ziqing is summoning gods.
Who would have thought that among the direct descendants of Tianji Tower there is actually a talent who is interested in witchcraft.
No wonder he dared to fight with the sword cultivator.
Asking gods to ask gods literally means offering sacrifices and inviting the gods to answer questions and resolve doubts.
However, although they are called gods, the more common term in the world of cultivation is the residual soul of a powerful being.
When some people ascend, others fall.
Those who ascend will never return to this world, and those who fall can only stay in this world and wander as a residual soul.
If the person invited a warrior, then the cultivator would also gain a certain degree of combat power for a short period of time. However, this move was extremely risky, after all, one could never know what kind of creature they had invited to possess them.
A white light flashed between Yan Ziqing's eyebrows.
He kept muttering obscure words, the sky and the earth were filled with wind and clouds, and unknown gods were gradually descending.
The fragrance disappears in an instant——
Yan Ziqing shuddered and exhaled a long breath. His forehead was covered in sweat. He slowly opened his eyes, his expression extremely happy.
"It's Wu Qu. Great! It's still the Venerable Wu Qu this time!"
Wu Qu belongs to the element of metal, which is extremely compatible with Yan Ziqing's gold spiritual root. When he succeeds in summoning gods in his own sect, it will most likely be this Wu Qu Venerable.
Yan Ziqing, who was summoned by the gods, is the one responsible for the martial arts value of Tianji Tower in this Ten Directions Competition.
Yan Ziqing wiped his sweat off his forehead and immediately stood up and bowed to the wooden sign.
"Thank you, thank you, Your Majesty!"
The aroma lingering on the wooden sign also shook, as if in response.
Yan Ziqing used his fingers as a bridge and reached out to touch the center of the wooden sign, one inch upwards. The fragrance instantly condensed into a thin line and diffused into Yan Ziqing's body bit by bit through the wooden sign.
Just as he was possessed by the spirit.
The boy's voice was calm.
"I was wondering why there's such a foul smell here that it makes me feel dizzy."
Yan Ziqing suddenly looked up.
Chi Jin, who had originally walked away, came back. He was holding something in his hand, and the gorgeous green jade pendants on his waist jingled as he walked, looking like a young master from a noble family.
Chi Jin covered her nose with a disgusted expression: "Praying to the gods? You are so unrefined."
"Any cat or dog dares to be stuffed in here."
Chi Jin really disliked that fragrance. If he hadn't wanted to find his senior sister and the contract destiny disk had pointed him back in this direction, Chi Jin would definitely not have come back.
It can be said that among all the rules of fortune-telling and divination, he hated the idea of praying to the gods the most.
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Previous life.
Chi Jin tried to summon the gods.
Chi Jin, who was taught by Ruan Wei, inherited her elder sister's arrogance. Chi Jin looked down on many people. For example, the other nine sect disciples, the elders in her elder sister's family who mistook fish eyes for pearls, and even if they were more rebellious, Chi Jin would still look down on her third and fourth elder sisters.
It's true that they have a good relationship, but Chi Jin still doesn't like the hesitation and dullness of his third senior brother, nor does he like the fact that his fourth senior sister has been controlled by her brother all her life.
Ruan Wei taught him that the world is vast, and there will always be mountains and rivers higher than the sky.
then.
When Chi Jin first learned how to summon gods, he looked down upon these fake immortals who were touted in books as being evergreen, benevolent and saving the world.
If he really saved the world, why did he ask for offerings? If he really was evergreen, why did he leave behind so many ancient books that boasted about himself?
In Chi Jin's view, inviting gods is just asking for a handful of yellow earth.
And this loess was shoveled away.
In the end, Chi Jin grabbed it like a life-saving straw. He held on to the yellow earth that he once sneered at like a child.
At that time, Penglai had been completely closed. In the last ten years, Chi Jin returned to the demon world half-crazy.
A person who has high aspirations when young.
He was a person who once declared that all the practices of summoning gods were false.
In the end, a luxurious execution ground was set up, the likes of which the world had never heard of or seen before.
That was truly a grand ceremony to invite the gods.
The sky was filled with dark clouds. Chi Jin, dressed in a noble robe, raised his hand and sprinkled talisman water all over the sky, covering the area for ten miles with red. He raised his hand, and the dry soil of the Demon Realm, which had been dry for thousands of years, bloomed with fresh flowers and plants, stretching out for thousands of miles.
Bow every three steps and kowtow every nine steps.
The young man knelt down and prayed to the nine heavenly gods in the most pious ceremony in this world.
He said all the prayers.
After reciting for ten days, his throat became dry and his voice became hoarse, but he never stopped reciting.
What is he asking for?
Whatever it is.
The results were certainly not satisfactory.
He had deliberately blurred his memories of those ten days.
Chi Jin only vaguely remembered it.
The three towering incense sticks he made from the skeletons of ancient mythical beasts were indeed very useful.
The incense kept burning, and after ten days, it burned out.
The fragrance continued to dissipate, and it was useless for Chi Jin to use magic energy to trap it in one place.
As soon as he let go, everything scattered.
It was as if even the gods and Buddhas in the nine heavens could not grant Chi Jin’s request.
It's like, it's fate.
He was furious.
The blazing dark blue underworld fire instantly ignited, and the fireworks were huge, raging in this carefully crafted ceremony of summoning gods.
Burned half of the sky of the Demon Realm blue.
After this——
Chi Jin hates to invite gods, she really hates it.
It’s not so much that he hates praying to the gods, but rather that he hates everything related to destiny.
I also hate myself for practicing the way of life.
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At this time, Yan Ziqing's upper body had reached the final step, and the eye he looked over with suddenly turned golden.
Yan Ziqing looked alert.
Chi Jin, with her head down and not looking at anyone, gradually approached.
The young man's face was gloomy as he stared intently at the wooden sign in front of Yan Ziqing and the rings of incense threads lingering on the sign.
Yan Ziqing panicked, "You, don't come over here, what are you doing?"
The ceremony of inviting the gods has not yet ended.
He is just a weak Gua cultivator!
But when he saw clearly that Chi Jin was holding a life plate, Yan Ziqing felt somewhat relieved. Chi Jin holding the life plate proved that he was practicing the way of life.
The Dao of Gua is derived from the Dao of Fate, and there is not much difference between the two.
Yan Ziqing, "Don't come over! You're a cultivator of the Way of Life, you must know!"
"Your master should have told you, right? You can't interrupt the spirits, or you will be retaliated by the spirits!"
Yan Ziqing spoke rapidly, like a string of pearls.
No matter what, he has told Chi Jin directly now.
Those who cultivate their destiny should avoid being bound by fate.
Yan Ziqing dared to guarantee that Chi Jin knew the severity of the backlash.
Just as he expected.
Hearing this, Chi Jin stopped instantly.
Chi Jin frowned and thought, ah. How did he break it off back then?
Forgot.
Whatever.
In Yan Ziqing's eyes, this pensive look seemed to indicate that he was hesitating.
He really doesn't dare!
Yan Ziqing couldn't help but feel a little excited. He quickly looked at the thin line that was about to be completely immersed in his fingers.
It’s going to succeed…
“Crack!”
Chi Jin raised her leg and kicked him.
Yan Ziqing groaned, and a trace of blood flowed from his lips, but he didn't even have time to react.
The incense thread that was just barely touching the fingertip collapsed and dispersed in an instant.
Yan Ziqing was stunned.
He lowered his head in confusion, looking at the half of the wooden sign on the ground and the other half that was kicked away and disappeared.
Yan Ziqing suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, "Wow——"
Did he miss something?
Junior Brother Penglai is a lunatic who can’t understand what people say?
Does Chi Jin know that the backlash from asking the gods for help is really, really serious?
Yan Ziqing's fingertips trembled, but he just wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and looked at Chi Jin in disbelief, "You!"
"Do you know how serious this backlash is?!"
"The gods will always remember you. They will constantly come looking for you. You will suffer from constant bad luck, get injured, or even die..."
"So what?"
Chi Jin interrupted impatiently.
He put away the life plate, brushed off the dust that accidentally stained his robe, and once again treated Yan Ziqing as an invisible person.
Yan Ziqing was choked by him.
After dusting off the food, the young man straightened up and raised his chin slightly, his eyes slightly contemptuous. "I told you. This stuff smells bad. I don't like it."
If he doesn't like something, just destroy it.
This is what my senior sister taught me.
"Backlash?"
Chi Jin smiled and said, "Then... let your 'spirit' come and find me, ah——"
What he hates most is asking gods for help, and the second is threats.
unfortunately.
Yan Ziqing did both.
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