Jiajia Building.

At around twelve o'clock, Sister Jia Jia and Zhenzhen did not go back to their room to sleep.

They were waiting at the same time to see if Wang Zhuo came back tonight.

Until she came back at this point, Sister Jia Jia asked tentatively: "Zhenzhen, do you think Zhuozai slept with Xiaoling at night?"

Wang Zhenzhen said: "It shouldn't be true. Xiaoling is actually quite conservative. Maybe where are they drinking and chatting?"

"You don't know if your brother is drinking. Do you think my mother will be able to hold her grandson next year?"

"...Mom, I'm sleepy, I'm back to my room to sleep."

Wang Zhuo pointed to the sky, and a white light rushed straight into the sky.

After a while, a small thunder cloud slowly condensed in the sky.

During this period, Xiangjiang was sunny and the energy contained in the clouds attracted was limited.

But this is also good. Xiaoling is just a beginner and practices, and she is on a thunderstorm for the first time, afraid that her dantian and meridians will not be able to bear it.

Crack! Crack...

A lightning flash fell from the thunder cloud, hitting the King Zhuotian Spiritual Gave.

The one who could have completely turned a man into a coke, but at this moment he turned into an electric snake and wrapped around Wang Zhuo's body, and finally got into the talisman on his back.

Wang Zhuo continued to practice his skills, and every quarter of an hour, a lightning flash fell and was absorbed by him.

Twenty-four raids were scattered, and the energy in the thunder clouds dissipated, and more than six hours passed.

In the originally empty space of thunder species, two white electric snakes were playing and wandering with each other as if they were spiritual.

After the power is absorbed, the power is not fully completed, and it needs to be further refined until it is directed by an arm.

After pinching the time, it was already midnight, and it was almost Yin time.

Wang Zhuo awakened Ma Xiaoling from his practice and said, "The practice of true qi has come to an end, and the next is the time to practice Maoshan's mind power."

Wang Zhuo took out the prepared talismans and small flags, set up a spiritual formation, and the two of them faced the east to meditate.

Although the thunder clouds dissipated, because it has been here, the magnetic field energy around them is astonishingly high.

Ma Xiaoling has a bloodline of fate and is already gifted. She quickly got started and absorbed the first ray of spiritual energy.

In a trance, she seemed to see the flowers, plants and trees around her bowing to her, and the mountains, rivers and rivers nodded to her.

A woman in yellow who could not see her face clearly walked towards her from the ground, opened her mouth and spit out a golden starlight, floating towards Ma Xiaoling.

The starlight poured into her Mingtang Palace and lit up the lights.

"Xiaoling, thank Empress Houtu quickly."

Wang Zhuo's voice appeared in Ma Xiaoling's consciousness. Ma Xiaoling bowed to the woman in yellow. The woman in yellow nodded, turned around and left, and soon disappeared from the mountains and rivers.

Ma Xiaoling opened her eyes and found that the sky was already dark.

Wang Zhuo, who was standing beside him, was staring at him, and Ma Xiaoling said excitedly: "I succeeded!"

Wang Zhuo smiled and said, "It's Xiaoling who is the first time he built the foundation successfully. But now it's just the beginning, and there is still the Eight Palaces waiting for Ming. From now on, every Yin hour, I will face the east according to the method I taught you and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for my own use."

Ma Xiaoling said happily: "I can! Then can I fly now?"

Wang Zhuo reached out to her position in the Dantian and tested her skills.

Ma Xiaoling is very talented, at least much higher than Xiao Yaoyao. She only accumulated six or seven years of skill in one night last night.

However, it is a bit difficult to start practicing the Tathagata's magic palm with this skill, and it takes at least ten or twenty years to have the same skill.

"It's not possible now. It's almost done if you practice for another night tonight."

Now it's dawn, it's not easy to fly in the sky.

Wang Zhuo and Ma Xiaoling used their light skills to go down the mountain and prepared to take a taxi back.

However, before leaving, Wang Zhuo found the Leizu Temple halfway up the mountain according to the location mentioned by the Uncle Qiu.

The Leizu Temple is broken and small, with only one main hall, and the statue of the God of the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder Sing Puhua Tianzun is sitting in the middle.

Except for him, there were no other statues of Thunder God on both sides, but they were hung on the wall with wooden signs.

Early in the morning, a temple of seventy-year-old and eighty-year-old were cleaning.

He was very happy to see someone coming to worship God, but there were two young men and women. Now there are not many young men who believe in God.

Wang Zhuo and Ma Xiaoling lit incense and worshiped sincerely.

Wang Zhuo took out all his cash, borrowed Ma Xiaoling's cash, and collected two thousand Hong Kong dollars and handed it to Miaozhu as money for incense and oil.

The temple blessing was so happy that he couldn't stop, and he held Wang Zhuo away, saying that it was fate and wanted to give him something.

Wang Zhuo thought to himself that since the temple blessing looked so poor, it should not be a valuable gift, so he agreed.

The temple prayed to climb up the incense table with a hunched over, and Wang Zhuo said in surprise: "Be careful."

"It's not hindering." Miao Zhu took a small cloth bag from the statue and stuffed it into Wang Zhuo's hand.

Wang Zhuo touched it and it was a small square. I don’t know what it was. When it was difficult for someone to open it, he thanked him again and left.

After Wang Zhuo left, Miao Zhu turned around and kowtowed to the statue: "The oracle of the Heavenly Lord has been completed, so I beg Xu Xiaoshen to return to his position."

The statue of the Thunder Ancestor suddenly cracked a hole and then shattered into countless pieces.

The temple celebrated the great joy and kowtowed, "Thank you, Tianzun."

After saying that, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, falling on the temple Zhu's head, and at the same time, the entire temple was lit and a raging fire broke out.

Strangely, the fire was only burned in the temple and did not spread to the outside world at all.

Wang Zhuo, who was sitting in the taxi, looked at the sky strangely, without even clouds, where did the lightning come from?

Ma Xiaoling asked, "What are you looking at?"

Wang Zhuo shook his head and said, "Nothing."

There are many things worth thinking about today, and Pingkong Pili can only be considered a small matter.

Xiaoling practiced Maoshan Technique for the first time, but she attracted the gods to spread the Dharma just like she did before.

But she is Laojun, and she is the Queen of Houtu, one of the four emperors.

Queen Houtu is a god who is responsible for the mountains, rivers and earth. She is the mother of the earth. The land of the mountain god, including all earth immortals and elves, is under her control.

Not only that, she is also responsible for controlling bad luck and is the Mother God who brings happiness and hope to all living beings.

Recalling Ma Xiaoling's original life fate, because she was the chess piece created by the Book of Destiny to deal with Pangu.

So starting from Ma Ling'er, she is full of difficulties, setbacks and pain in life. She cannot get what she wants and love is a portrayal of her life.

Does the Empress Houtu, who brings happiness, favor her now? Does it mean that some invisible changes have begun to occur in the dark?

Does this mean that everything you have done has begun to produce results?

Wang Zhuo was secretly happy and couldn't help but put his hand around Ma Xiaoling's shoulder.

Ma Xiaoling said: "Don't you open the things that the old temple blessings gave you just now?"

Wang Zhuo said: "I guess it is a talisman or something."

He opened the cloth bag casually, and the object that appeared in front of him made him breathe.

Ma Xiaoling picked up the thing and played with it: "It's a small seal? It seems to be an antique. No matter whether it is worth it or not, it is at least very valuable. Let's see what it carved?"

Four large seals were engraved on the seal, and Ziwei arrived in person.

“…………”

Both of them were silent, and Ma Xiaoling handed the seal back to Wang Zhuo: "Please hold it yourself."

Wang Zhuo wrapped the seal again and stuffed it into his arms.
Chapter completed!