Chen Zijian flipped through the booklet, and the wet paper collapsed and dissipated.

He seemed to see a innocent and troubled boy between the pages, moving towards aging and depravity step by step. He was abandoned by the times in the fear and struggle before his death. He was full of resentment and finally extended his claws to his descendants.

‘If you don’t have spiritual roots, you cannot inherit the family business. I have to keep my original intention and not let this opportunity fall into the hands of others. Because as a profitable person of the Chen family, once they are obtained by others, the wait for the Chen family will definitely be a disaster.’

‘Since that is the case, the descendants of the Chen family must pay the price for the family. And I swear to heaven that as long as I find an heir with spiritual roots, as long as his cultivation talent is stronger than me, as long as he can pass on the Chen family, when the era of truly abundant spiritual energy comes, I will die and leave with peace of mind…’

‘In March of the 12th year, from today on, my Chen family ancestor replaced Chen Cifang and could live another 70 years.’

‘Young body is so good. In the face of the ruthless years of passing water, everything is full of new hopes and possibilities. He is born without spiritual roots, but I can attach the spiritual roots to my soul. Maybe this is the so-called corpse-breaking immortality for a long time?’

‘I live forever, witness the decline of the feudal dynasty, and watch the arrival of the new era. Unfortunately, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is still thin. My ability cannot beat those aircraft and cannons, but it is still okay to use tricks to avoid the limelight.’

‘With my careful arrangement, I finally returned to my family’s bloodline and took the initiative. In the eyes of other tribesmen, the sins of the past seem to have been injected into the aging and decaying body, dissipating with the fire of funeral.’

‘To prevent memory loss, I need to use more time to study incense burners and ancient books, and store my research results in the incense burners. Whenever I think I am Chen Cifang, I come to the incense burners to relive my old dreams. As long as I keep strengthening my own memory, I will not fall into loss and confusion.’

‘But, as time goes by, loss and chaos will surely become my greatest fear. Maybe I can refine and peel them out and sow seeds on the blood of the Chen family. In this way, all the Chen family are fragments of my past and memories. I can carry the entire family on my shoulders and carry the burden and hold everyone in my hands.’

Chen Zijian's heart was thrilled. He had been unable to see himself in the mirror since he was a child. He had cognitive impairment in himself, which was clearly the intervention of the ancestor of the Chen family. How could normal people have such a brain disorder?

However, the ancestor of the Chen family could not be so outrageous as he could refine living people, and he did not deliberately design such obstacles. He just sowed the product of the incense burner on the offspring, and waited until the offspring gave birth to the next generation, and then checked whether there were spiritual roots in the offspring.

What disappointed the ancestor of the Chen family was that he wasted his life for many years and still could not cultivate a heir with spiritual roots.

For this reason, he secretly held a soul-turning ceremony before his death, seized the body again and regained his life.

In Chen Zijian's opinion, the ancestor of the Chen family was probably already crazy at this time. Under the pressure of exhaustion of life and dissipation of souls, his struggle was just another excuse.

Even if a heir with spiritual roots appears, he probably won't be willing to let go.

Therefore, the ancestor of the Chen family kept saying that it was for the family inheritance, but his words clearly stated, "I don't want to die."

Even so, the ancestor of the Chen family is also afraid of the heavenly tribulation, and he will not be reborn every time he is about to die. Sometimes he will lie dormant in the incense burner for many years, using the techniques of controlling the butler and servant to form his eyes and ears and ears and maintain his understanding of the outside world.

But when he loses patience, he will reuse his old tricks again, and the high-sounding building will collapse.

Perhaps for some people, the ancestor of the Chen family is the protagonist of the wrong era, and he has brought benefits to most people.

But for Chen Zijian, the ancestor of the Chen family is no different from the monster, and he has become what he is today.

Chen Zijian read all the way to the end, only a few pages of thin paper were left in his hand:

"This should be his strongest obsession, right? His handwriting is particularly clear, but in recent lifetimes of practice and research on ancient books, I can only leave behind a qi-seeing technique translated from ancient books to determine whether the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will return."

It can be seen that the ancestor of the Chen family has never been assured of the heirs, and he has never disclosed the existence of ancient books and incense burners. His priority in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is actually far greater than the so-called family inheritance and heirs with spiritual roots.

If there was no such accident, I am afraid that the ancestor would not have planned to hide in the incense burner and pretend to be a treasure-gathering artifact from the family, and only teaches future generations the qi-seeing technique. When the spiritual energy of heaven and earth revives, he will make a comeback without realizing it.

After reading, as the last page of paper dissipates, the heaven and earth in the furnace return to the form of smoke and dust.

Chen Zijian couldn't find the key point for a while and couldn't grasp the anchor point. He just felt that the surroundings were vague and his consciousness rose again.

"Is this my reserve spiritual energy that has devoured the memory illusion and restored my spiritual state?"

Then Chen Zijian was shocked to find that he, who had fallen into a deep pit, had been dug up at some point and placed on the incense table.

The appearance of the bronze incense burner that originally looked like 18K gold, but now it looks like a soaked rapeseed oil, and it has turned yellow and black. It doesn’t look like a valuable precious metal, but just an old incense burner that has not been scrubbed and maintained for many years.

The spiritual sense observes around. The mountain temple is still dilapidated, the holes on the roof have not been repaired, the corners of the wall are piled with firewood, and the big pits on the ground are buried with soil and stone bricks. The time may not have passed too long.

But when Chen Zijian used the qi-seeking technique recorded in the incense burner to identify the concentration of spiritual energy in the world.

He was helpless to find that the spiritual energy of the world in this world is still very thin, so weak that it cannot breed spiritual objects.

Just using a large-scale Qi-seeking technique made Chen Zijian a little sleepy.

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If there hadn't been a grey-robed old Taoist priest walking into the door with an oil-paper umbrella, Chen Zijian would have fallen asleep again.

The old Taoist priest in gray robe was unaware of Chen Zijian's existence, and took out a pair of red paper and black words like couplets, and fiddled with them.

The left is: bravely helping all beasts shake the world, the right is: swallowing wolf and fighting deer to determine the universe, the top is: The mountain king protects.

Perhaps this Taoist priest was really poor and could not raise money to repair the Shanjun Temple. This led to the statue of Shanjun, which had no head, continuing to be ruined. He had to use a wooden stand to hang a picture of "the tiger descending the mountain" to block the statue as a substitute.

"This old Taoist priest would cover up. Could it be that he dug me out secretly and filled the traces?"

Chen Zijian curiously poked out his spiritual consciousness and found that there was no god in the statue and the portrait.

Shortly after the old Taoist priest came in, another woodcutter came in carrying firewood and whispered something to the old Taoist priest.

At first, Chen Zijian couldn't understand what the two were saying at all, and only felt that the local dialect was extremely obscure.

But after the woodcutter finished a stick of incense, he immediately understood the words of the woodcutter and the old Taoist priest.

Woodcutter: "This year is not easy. The harvest days are rainy again. Please help me..."

"By the way, Taoist priest, I heard something moving on the mountain a few nights ago. Is there a meteorite outside the sky falling on the mountain? If I could find the meteorite and sell it to the Wulin Alliance in Yunzhou City, I could have repaired this dilapidated temple, right?"

The old Taoist priest: "Oh, don't mention it! I searched for the old Taoist priest for a few days and nights and only found some fragments of meteorites. Most of the meteorites must have been burned by the fire that day. This forging of a flying knife is not enough. How can I get money to build a temple?"

Woodcutter: "Yes, many people in Chenfeng County have seen meteors from the sky, but very few people have actually picked up meteorites. Perhaps fewer people believe in Shanjun, and the temples are getting more and more decaying, so the incense will not work, right?"

The old Taoist priest: "A sincere heart will make you feel good. But these days, some martial arts people have come to the county, and they are all wise and wise in the mountains. We ordinary people should not compete with them for the iron of the meteorites, so as not to have disputes."

During the eavesdropping period, Chen Zijian found that something was strange.

He caught a glimpse of the old Taoist priest and woodcutter wearing some kind of metal tight hoop on their foreheads.

The tight hoop shape is a bit like the same style as Sun Wukong, but the patterns and materials are completely different, so I don’t know what it is for.

In addition, the two of them are not like modern people, they talk about scavenging up scattered money and fame in the imperial examination.

The most important thing is that the two of them don’t have mobile phones, nor any convenient electronic products and lights, and they don’t even have a minimum match or lighter. They actually took out a pair of fire sticks, lit firewood with their beards and eyes squinted.

"It turns out that it is not the same era? I just don't know if this is the past world or the future world..."

Chen Zijian breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that the possibility of the Chen family's ancestor coming to the door quickly was much lower in an instant.

But since there is magicality in this world, the night of thunderstorms was clearly a strange variable caused by the changes in the world, and it cannot guarantee that you will be able to practice with peace of mind from now on.

However, is this Shanjun Temple? Anyway, Shanjun is no longer here, so it’s better to borrow territory and incense.

Chen Zijian observed the woodcutter and the old Taoist priest curiously. He could be sure that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has not been completely revived. The woodcutter is an ordinary person, while the old Taoist priest has some minor signs of Taoism and cultivation.

When Chen Zijian tried to use his spiritual sense to see the foot of the mountain, he found that he was quickly sleepy. He vaguely saw a county town with smoke rising from the mountain and white walls and ink tiles. There was an ancient city in the distance. So he glanced at it quickly and had to retract his spiritual sense gaze.

Although I identified it again and confirmed that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was still pitifully small, Chen Zijian saw other energy.

For example, the fireworks that live in the county town, the miasma surging in the mountains, the yin energy condensed near the ponds of mountains and forests, the evil energy of pig killers' homes, the turbid air above the inn, the earth energy of the distant city, and the faint dragon energy of the imperial court.

Each breath is very weak and seems to be unable to form a real strength, but it is a little symbolic.

Looking at the woodcutter again, there was another depressing atmosphere in his face. It was obvious that the year was not good, and he was really worried.

Chen Zijian even felt that the incense in that stick of incense was strange, with a very chaotic aura, which contained various desires of the woodcutter.

"It turned out that the grain production in fertile fields outside the county was reduced, and hunting and wild harvesting in the mountains were dangerous. When living in poverty, the elderly at home relapsed, hoping to collect a medicinal herb to cure the disease."

"If the incense burner can refine strong memories, I may be able to guide the spiritual energy as an attempt, but it may be temporarily fall asleep. When trying to rely on the spirits to help others accumulate incense, I have to be careful about myself..."

Chen Zijian stretched out an illusory thought and touched the stick of incense.

In an instant, this cheap yellow powder bamboo fragrance gushed out a mottled and mixed incense, which was separated by Chen Zijian.

The depression and gloomy air are the woodcutter's worries and worries. The brocade and silk are hidden. The woodcutter's dream of longing for wealth. The slightly cold and dark ones are the woodcutter's suspicion and contempt for the old Taoist priest...

These wishes have a strong direction. All the tigers flew down the ink painting of the mountains and then disappeared on the picture.

In the end, there is only that wisp of impermanence and colorless, without desires and without desires, and the "Wishless Incense" that fits the law of wishes can be intercepted by Chen Zijian.

"It's really a waste." Chen Zijian felt sorry for the incense that dissipated automatically. He now lacks various practical abilities and materials. However, mortals burn incense to worship gods, not incense burning, so they can't do anything.

But if you want to use this wisp of [Wishless Incense] to refine it, it has too little weight. Compared with the burning bamboo incense, this wisp of fragrance is less than one percent long, and it will be a burnt and bald butt.

It's really hard for me to do your business for you...

Chen Zijian tried to swallow this wisp of unwished incense, but the unwished incense passed by and had to exist in the furnace first.

The spiritual energy has not yet recovered, practice is not the time, there is no fate in your destiny, and there is no fate in front of you.

After the woodcutter and the old Taoist priest left, Chen Zijian yawned again and fell into a deep sleep in a daze.

Sleep may be a major secret technique that transcends time, but it is easy to remember the date in the chaos of consciousness.

In the dream, Chen Zijian felt that some county residents had come here several times one after another, but most of the incense was flying to the tiger down the mountain and ink paintings to dissipate by themselves. Only a small number of incense that conforms to the law of wishing were intercepted.

When Wuyou had enough incense to save a stick of no incense, Chen Zijian opened his eyes, but he was a timid little girl. He held a green bamboo branch as thick as a little finger in his hand, lit the bamboo head in the remaining charcoal in the brazier, and stuffed it into the incense burner.

"Please bless Shanjun, my mother is sick and can't afford medicine at home. I hope Shanjun will let my mother get better as soon as possible..."

Chen Zijian glanced at the "green bamboo" fragrance and found that the incense contained in it was quite large incense that conformed to the wish method. In contrast, other incense burners seemed perfunctory and had too many distracting thoughts, which was far less important than a little girl's concentration and sincerity.

However, fate is hard to find, and nature is hard to find. Chen Zijian cannot guarantee whether this little girl can maintain the same state of mind and continue to burn incense and worship in the future.

He just felt that he could not use this Wuyouxiang, and the Shanjun Temple was not the one who worshipped him, so he simply used the little girl's memory and obsession to make a refining attempt.

"But how to refine it? Just introduce the other person's memory and obsession into the incense burner?"

Chen Zijian's spiritual consciousness surged, and a whole stick of unwilling incense burned and dissipated. He used this incense to describe it as the little girl's memory, and immediately felt that the shadow of illusory medicinal materials appeared in the world in the furnace.

The next moment, Chen Zijian awakened the instinct of refining memory in the incense burner and re-composed it in his own language.
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