Chapter 7 Seventy-two Earthly Evil Techniques: Hutian
Although he has explored a quite vast map and opened many teleport save points, the only realm master temple that truly belongs to Chen Jingle is Maeda Village.
"To be honest, it's a bit shabby."
For those who follow the incense and fire path, believers are actually a strategic resource in a sense.
The number of believers often determines the lower limit of a person's strength.
The more temples there are and the more believers there are, the stronger the power will naturally be.
However, the power of the land without worshipers will continue to weaken, and it may even disappear from the world.
In dealing with those evil gods and obscene worshipers, all dynasties in the past have used the method of destroying their temple statues to cut off their source of incense.
Chen Jingle is not interested in becoming a god or immortal or immortality.
After all, in a sense, immortality is more like a cruel curse for mortals like him who are unable to forget their feelings and are greedy for comfort and enjoyment.
Watching your parents, relatives, classmates and friends, and even your descendants, all grow old in front of you, but you can't do anything about it.
What is it if it's not a curse?
However, in order to better face the test of the times such as the strange recovery, it is natural to find ways to improve its strength.
Between purchasing shopping mall props and occupying the new Realm Lord Temple, Chen Jingle chose the latter.
The main reason was that the cheap goods in the mall were of average value for money, and he couldn't afford the expensive ones. He might as well try to occupy a new realm master temple and develop followers.
……
Including this mission reward, Chen Jingle now has a total of 900 incense points.
After killing the nightmare last time, he tried it and found that he still didn't have enough incense points.
This time he had 900 points in hand. If it didn't work, he would be hard-pressed.
"Dear me, a mere realm master temple is so troublesome and makes it difficult for people to have fun?"
You must know that there are more than a hundred Jingzhu temples in Xinfeng Town, not to mention Orange County, Chuchuan City, the entire Lingnan County, and even the whole country!
How to organize so many temples?
How many incense points will be consumed by then?
Fortunately, I finally got it done this time.
[You spent 800 points of incense and wish power to successfully occupy the main temple of Guangling Realm and become the new master of Guangling Realm. 】
[You have obtained the legacy of the former Guangling Realm lord Guangling Saint King, the Seventy-two Earthly Evil Techniques Hutian. 】
[Hu Tian can open up a space or a cave, and accept the Sumeru in mustard seeds, so that the vast universe can be stored in the sleeves, and the heaven and earth can be stored in the palm of the hand. 】
"I blanch, my magic power?!"
There was nothing in front of him, but when he saw that the legacy of the previous master of the Guangling Realm was actually the Hutian Technique among the seventy-two Earthly Evil Techniques, Chen Jingle became uneasy.
Sumeru mustard seeds!
Everything is in your sleeve!
Anyone who has a little knowledge of Taoist terminology should be able to understand what these two terms mean.
"This means that you have space in your pocket, and you no longer need to carry a suitcase when you go out. It is very convenient. If you practice to the extreme, you can even create a small world!"
Chen Jingle's eyes widened and he almost drooled.
Can 800 incense points buy a magic spell in the mall? Don't be ridiculous.
This wave of temple blind boxes has made a lot of money! ! !
……
But then problems came.
Suitable materials that act as mustard seeds are needed.
After much deliberation, Chen Jingle decided to try the Nightmare Heart he had obtained after killing the Nightmare before.
The Nightmare Heart looks like a peach core-shaped dark blue gemstone pendant.
Having mastered the Pot Heaven Technique, he could easily refine Sumeru Mustard Seeds, but the materials determined the upper limit of the space. Naturally, I hope to get a better one that can hold more things.
After all, the Nightmare Heart is an item dropped from Weird's body, and its material is unparalleled.
After a while.
Chen Jingle weighed the Nightmare Heart in his hand, which had almost shrunk by half, and couldn't help but feel happy.
Who would have thought that there is a full 1,000 cubic meters of space in this little thing!
Although it is not very big, it is very satisfying for a newbie like him. It will be expanded slowly later.
"It will be much easier to go out now. If you are really short of money, you can help the country bring some goods from abroad and earn some transportation fees."
I hope there won't be such a miserable day.
……
After finishing this matter, Chen Jinngle remembered another thing.
Open the V letter contact list, find a familiar name, and ask: "Brother Ji, I need help from you."
Brother Ji's real name is Chen Zhenji, and he is Chen Jingle's uncle according to his seniority.
However, the two of them are only one year apart in age. Since they were young, they have always walked together, whether they went to the mountains to pick myrtles, dug out bird's nests, or went down to the river to catch fish and clams, and they had a good relationship.
Now it is also developing in my hometown village. With the addition of another friend, they are called the "Maeda Village squatting trio".
In fact, they all have their own careers, but in the eyes of those peasant women who like to gossip, not going to work means not having a serious job. They are at home surfing the Internet all day and never going out to work.
Brother Ji quickly replied: "I'm in the hospital. What's going on?"
Chen Jingle was surprised: "Why did you go to the hospital? You washed your feet too much, is Jill poisoned?"
"Roll, roll, roll!"
Brother Chicken: "When you accompany others to see a doctor, talk about your business first."
Chen Jingle: "You are well-informed, help me pay attention to whether there is anything strange happening around me."
Brother Ji belongs to the kind of social nerd, and you can see him in various small circles in the local area.
This is why Chen Jingle wanted to ask him to help collect information about strange events.
The people themselves are quite awesome.
After graduating from high school, I didn't go to college, so I went to work for a game studio to make money. After two years of work, I saved my own money and went out on my own. At first, he got two sets of Fantasy 175 five-year-old accounts. Later, he spent money on a few computers and hired a few young wives in the village who had nothing to do to help him read the accounts and specialize in digging for treasure maps through technology.
Well, this is a gray industry and is not recommended.
But I did make money and bought a Yuhuang Emperor. My favorite thing to do is to go to the county to wash my feet every Friday. My idol is Mr. Qiao, the great swordsman.
He belongs to a person who is sworn in with gambling and drugs.
Good kids don’t want to learn.
……
Brother Chicken: "What is a strange thing?"
Chen Jingle: "It's the kind that cannot be explained by science."
Brother Chicken: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Chen Jingle: "Just do me a favor and thank you later!"
"Wait a moment."
After a while, Brother Ji sent a photo: "Is this something that cannot be explained by science?"
Chen Jingle was shocked when he saw it: "What's going on?"
The photo is of a leg, but this leg is obviously not normal at the moment. It is swollen below the knee like an elephant's leg, and the skin is black. It does not look like a normal person, but more like the kind of corpse that has been thrown into the river and soaked in the water for a long time. Soaked.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Chen Jingle even saw from the photo that there seemed to be lines on his legs that resembled a human face.
Then the voice call came.
Chen Jinngle answered.
Brother Ji's voice was obviously tired: "I don't know why you asked about that, but I did encounter something here."
"The photo I just sent you is of my nephew. My sister and brother-in-law are not at home. His grandparents and I took him to the People's Hospital for a checkup. Yesterday, I went to the mountain with his grandma to collect firewood. After returning home one night, he became That’s it. I just took a CT scan and the doctor said there was no problem, but the edema just won’t go away.”
Speaking of this, Brother Ji lowered his voice: "I heard from his grandma that he stepped on the gold pot."
Chen Jingle's eyebrows suddenly jumped.
No wonder Brother Ji thinks this is abnormal.
My stiff neck is so uncomfortable and my neck hurts so much that I haven’t finished writing it until now. If you have extra votes, you can help vote. I have been in the industry for seven years and I have never written a book with such poor results at the beginning. Fortunately, my mentality is different from the past╮(╯▽╰)╭
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