Mana can only be improved with the improvement of rank, and it can’t be increased by any means until rank is reached. However, the will power is different. The will power is attached to the bottom of the crystal and can only be improved by smoking incense. Although this kind of cultivation is slow, it is not limited by the rank like the cultivation of mana, and the will power can be cultivated indefinitely.

As long as there are more incense wishes, the lake of one’s own wishes will be deeper, wider and purer, and one’s own strength will naturally increase with the increase of one’s wishes. In the end, nature is willing to surpass mana and become its main force, maintaining its power as a god.
While looking at the information and data transmitted by my own magical power, I feel the little growth of the willing lake. The feeling of increasing the willing power is really a beautiful feeling. The whole body and mind seem to have been sublimated, and the soul is clear and shining, with endless light shining in the deep heart.
A moment later, the incense wishing power accumulated for half a year was digested by the wishing power lake in Zifu, and the beautiful feeling disappeared. I rolled my eyes, and now I have finished reading the information and data transmitted by my own avatar. Empty Ming immediately dispersed it and stopped the operation of my own avatar.
Strolling down the statue, through the body of the village head, Kong Ming waved and took out the merit book and opened it to check it out. At this time, half a year has passed, because the excitement at the beginning has been lost, and the magical power has not been displayed for half a year, so there are not many merits on the merit book now.
Careful calculation, a total of 210 wishes, most of which are made by the villagers in Qingshan village and surrounding towns, are very simple wishes, nothing more than peace, bumper harvest, full meals and so on. After reading all the wishes, Kong Ming immediately began to walk around Qingshan Village with a merit book, fulfilling his wishes and realizing the wishes of all mortals.
Shaking his sleeves and whisking away the dust, he strolled along the path in Qingshan Village. After one night, most of the wishes in the merit book have been fulfilled. Except for some mortals who live in the surrounding towns, all the villagers in Qingshan Village have got their wishes and fulfilled their wishes.
Soon, the sky has begun to emit light. The sun has already flashed its wings and flew in the air. Endless light came out of generate on the wings of the sun, illuminating the whole world. Smoke curled up, water waves scattered, and the villagers in Qingshan village have got up to work.
PS: Thanks for the reward and evaluation ticket of the cloud-colored snow.
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Chapter eighty-eight Spring ploughing
Possessed on the idol, watching the village head lead the villagers to worship in the earth temple in the morning as usual. Because it was morning, the villagers didn’t burn yellow incense, nor did they put three sacrifices. They just bowed sincerely for a few times, and then they dispersed and got busy working.
Silently looking at the village head’s action on the idol, Empty Ming didn’t say anything, and he didn’t even feel anything in his heart. Those villagers come to worship every morning. For such a long time, as before, they are just the most superficial thread of faith, and it is almost invisible.
For more than half a year, although most of the villagers in Qingshan Village have established a belief in the idol of Empty Ming, except for some villagers who have really seen the power of Empty Ming and have feelings of gratitude and awe in their hearts, other villagers just prefer to believe it or not. Although they believe it in their hearts, they are extremely thin and have no cornerstone.
In this way, Kongming didn’t have any feelings about the village chief who always led the villagers to visit him. At the beginning, when he rebuilt the land temple and established his faith, Kongming had already paid off the village chief’s achievements. So now the village chief is just holding his ground and has no merit, so he can naturally ignore it and see if it is vegetation.
Possessed in the idol, the mind is immersed in the purple mansion. There are countless silk threads extending from the lake and reaching into the void on the lake. The empty mind is constantly feeling the will inside on these silk threads and digesting the water droplets of the will transmitted from the silk threads.
Slowly accumulate the willing lake, making its own strength more powerful. The mana in the body is constantly condensed, pure and compressed a little, making it reach the most dense state, forming a liquid and turning it into a river, which is carried in the body according to the method of these three virtues.
Time passed gradually, and after half a month, Kong Ming, who was possessed by the idol, opened his eyes indifferently and looked at the fluttering snowflakes in the sky, which dyed the whole earth white and covered everything. Then the whole Qingshan village began to get busy, and every household was busy, preparing things for the New Year, such as meals and grains, new clothes and roasted bamboo, and so on. Many merchants earned a lot of money during the New Year.
Soon, when night came, the Jade Rabbit rose. Before this time, everyone in Qingshan Village had turned off the lights and slept. But now every household is lit with lights, and there are plenty of food, fish, chickens and ducks on the wooden table. Although there are no expensive dishes, these home-cooked meals are particularly sweet at this time.
This meal was eaten for a long time, until the Jade Rabbit rose to the top. After zero morning, the villagers in Qingshan Village finished their meal. The children baked bamboo at home behind the older children, pressed the old bamboo up, and then baked it on the fire. The old bamboo was baked by the fire for a while, and it exploded. The crackling sound mixed with the laughter of the child and spread far away at home.
After New Year’s Eve, when the sky just brightened and the sun just flew, the village head and the villagers were already waiting outside the earth temple. After the cock crowed at the sun, the village head stood up and pushed open the door of the land temple that had been blocked for three days.
Slowly waiting for the foul air in the earth temple to disperse, the village head walked into the earth temple with all the villagers and lifted a layer of gauze hanging over the statue. The villagers stood by and watched the village head sweep away some dust in the earth temple, and then two fires were lit on both sides of the statue, which added some heat to the earth temple.
After washing their hands, the village chief immediately asked the villagers to stand behind him, then tore open the oily paper clinging to Huangxiang and distributed the Huangxiang in their hands one by one. A quarter later, every villager got the yellow incense. Wang Ziqi village head immediately led the villagers to light the incense and bowed down to the empty gods.
After kowtowing, the village chief did not let the villagers get up, but continued to kneel on the ground. Then the village chief took out a piece of toilet paper from his clothes, which was full of words.
The village chief looked at the words on the cursive paper and read them out accordingly: "Alas, those who know the gods and all mortals should not be indifferent …"
In the hands of the village name is a eulogy, which means that it’s been over the years and spring ploughing is about to begin, asking the gods to allow the villagers to reclaim land and plant rice and wheat. Ask the gods to bless us to plant all the wheat seedlings in one day when we plow in spring, and to have good weather and good weather when we plow in spring. Ask the gods to let all ghosts and goblins not disturb the fields and prevent rice and wheat from being damaged.
I don’t know who wrote a eulogy, which is smelly and long. Not only is the village head thirsty, but the villagers kneeling on the ground have already felt the pain in their legs. Trying to swallow his saliva, the village chief rolled his eyes and mechanically read the eulogy on the toilet paper.
At this time, the village chief is kneeling in the front, facing the gods’ statues, with a eulogy in his hand. At this time, the village chief can’t stop drinking water. He must read all the eulogy and finish the whole ritual activities before he can drink water and rest.
Oblivious and indifferent to the villagers kneeling on the ground, and the village chief who tried to read the eulogy. With the chanting of the eulogy, Kongming can feel that the air is full of an inexplicable breath, which is different from the will of Kongming, but the essence seems to be absorbed by the will.
Watching the village chief read all the eulogies, then lit them on the candle, and then threw them into the bronze tripod. As soon as the eulogy was thrown into the bronze tripod, it turned into ashes, and a virtual shadow invisible to mortals floated out of the ashes, floating in the air for a while, and floating in front of the emptiness with the wind.
Blinking, I looked at the floating toilet paper shadow in front of me. Empty Ming could see that the toilet paper shadow was covered with the words just read by the village chief. The words originally written by mortals and read by mortals now exude a strange force in front of empty Ming, and the words flashed brightly.
The light flow in the eyes of Kongming saw that behind these words, it was the belief and desire of the villagers who prostrated themselves on the ground. As the villagers kneeling on the ground completed the sacrifice step by step, a force emanated from the depths of the villagers’ hearts and entered the virtual shadow of the eulogy in front of them, which made the power of the virtual shadow of the eulogy rise continuously.
Indifferently looking at the virtual shadow of the eulogy in front of him, Kong Ming lowered his head slightly and watched the villagers carrying the heads of pigs, cattle and sheep to the altar. Close your eyes, mind a turn in the purple house, stirring the golden rune transmission information. A moment later, Kong Ming suddenly opened his eyes, raised his right hand, and clicked on the virtual shadow of the eulogy.
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Chapter eighty-nine Variation
Suddenly, there was a huge force transmitted from the virtual shadow of the eulogy, which poured into the empty purple mansion, forming the same virtual shadow of the eulogy inside the purple mansion as outside. With the complete emergence of the virtual shadow of the eulogy, the wishing lake was immediately swept up by a wave, and the virtual shadow of the eulogy was involved in the wishing lake. (Vertex novel, hand-written novel)
After a breath, I wish the lake stirred and swallowed and digested the virtual shadow of the eulogy. With the digestion of the virtual shadow of the eulogy, waves of powerful forces constantly emerged from the wishing lake, which made the wishing lake involuntarily expand, the waves surged and the water splashed.
Huge power is spinning in the body without the control of Kongming, which makes the gods possessed by Kongming emit bursts of light and shine in the land temple.
All the villagers who prostrated themselves under the idol felt a warm and soft light coming from the idol and sprinkled it on their bodies. However, after a few breaths, the villagers felt that their bodies became extremely relaxed, and all the illnesses went with them.
At the end of the meal, all the villagers bowed down to the empty gods, filled with awe. The gods that gave off this light made all the villagers’ faith and willingness thicker, and the white water drops on the silk thread of faith and willingness became much more.
As time went on, by noon, the light on the statue finally dispersed and no longer appeared. After a while, the villagers, led by the village head, stood up and bowed to the statue. Scattered around in twos and threes, telling people outside what happened in the earth temple today.
After all the villagers had left, the village head hurriedly went outside to his own house and drank water to rest. This time, it was actually the first time to sacrifice to the village head, and he had no experience. I had seen this experience when I was wandering outside before, so this sacrifice was able to go on and see the magical power of the gods.
Looking at the glass in his hand, the village chief remembered the feeling of thirst when he was chanting the eulogy, and he couldn’t help but start thinking about it, thinking about whether to find a scholar to write the eulogy again when he sacrificed the next time.
"It’s best to be the kind of eulogy that can express all the meanings without making me tired."
"But in this way, will it make the gods feel that I am not doing my best?" Thought of here, the village chief couldn’t help but think of the magical powers of the gods, and his heart trembled.
Not to mention that the village chief struggled in his own house, and the emptiness in the land temple slowly emerged from the idol and walked down the altar. Narrowing her eyes slightly, I looked at the sky in Qingshan Village. At this time, it is still very happy in Qingshan Village, which has just celebrated the New Year. Over Qingshan Village, there are many white clouds floating with snowflakes falling from the sky.
This is just what the eyes of mortals see. From the perspective of emptiness, a huge virtual shadow is slowly emerging in the sky. This virtual shadow has not yet formed, hazy, without head or tail, and now it is just a mass of white gas floating above Qingshan Village.
Looking at the virtual shadow floating over Qingshan village, the empty eyes turned slightly, and three colors of light flowed in the pupil. Moments later, all the details of this virtual shadow were already known. As the data of the virtual shadow became clear, the relevant information emerged in my mind after a while.
The virtual shadow that emerges in the sky of Qingshan village is the fate, essence, spirit and feng shui of all mortals in Qingshan village. It has evolved over hundreds of years, and then it is clear that this god officially accepts the power of incense and shows his power. In this way, after a year, this virtual shadow of fate has been formed over Qingshan Village, which is related to Qingshan Village’s life and coincides with its fate.
As Qingshan village is, so is the virtual shadow of fate. If Qingshan village dies one day, the virtual shadow of fate will dissipate and return to heaven and earth. The virtual shadow of fate also appeared because of Qingshan village, so it is necessary to protect Qingshan village so that Qingshan village will not be damaged.
If Qingshan village can become a town under the protection of the virtual shadow of fate, then the virtual shadow of fate will follow behind to enhance its strength and change its form. If Qingshan Village can survive for thousands of years, and become a city, the first city in the world, etc., then the power of the virtual shadow of fate will also increase greatly, and finally any monk, whether human or animal, will not dare to be presumptuous in this city.
"protection? in the end, it is to become a god, and then to protect the gods." Looking at the needs that emerged over Qingshan Village, I couldn’t help but sneer at it.