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Chapter 135: The last time
Chapter 135: The last time
"What... what kind of help?" Wu Sang was somewhat unnerved by Yuan Ming’s laughter, he hesitated.
"I need you to collect all the incense ash from the censer on the altar in the main hall of the temple. Once it’s done, I’m willing to give you ten silver coins, how about it?" Yuan Ming asked.
He could have collected it secretly himself, but he didn’t want to waste too much time. These worldly gold and silver were of little value to him, especially since he had recently received a compensation from the old pipe smoker.
"What do you need the incense ash for?" Wu Sang’s heart pounded at the mention of "ten silver coins", but thinking of what happened during the day, he frowned and asked.
"When someone in my hometown gets sick, they drink water mixed with incense ash. I suddenly had a stomachache this morning." Yuan Ming admitted generously.
"Drinking incense ash to cure diseases? There are such folk remedies here too."
Wu Sang said noncommittally, but he was somewhat skeptical about Yuan Ming’s method of treatment.
"If you’re unwilling, I can go directly to the temple priest, I believe he would be happy to help cure diseases." Yuan Ming’s eyes rolled, he said.
"Haha, that would be too much trouble, and Brother Galong is still angry, you better not provoke him. I’ll take care of this for you when everyone is resting tonight, you don’t need to bother others. Take care." Wu Sang laughed and quickly said.
After sending Wu Sang away, Yuan Ming returned to his room and began to operate his mana, transferring it into the censer once again.
He suddenly thought of the scene where the little emperor was concentrating on practicing the "Fireball Technique", the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
Subconsciously, he imitated the little emperor’s posture, spreading his legs and taking a horse stance.
Closing his eyes, he carefully recalled the process of mana operation in his body at that time, as well as the spells, then opened his eyes, extended his arm, raised his index finger, and began to operate his mana.
Soon, a fireball about the size of a walnut kernel appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a "sizzling" sound, above his fingertip.
Although the fireball didn’t look big, a scorching high temperature spread throughout the room as the fireball appeared.
Yuan Ming looked at the "Fireball Technique" he had cast for the first time, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, it seemed that his talent in learning magic was not bad.
He stared intently at the small fireball on his fingertip, observing it carefully, comparing it with the fireball technique Chen Wan had used in his memory, it seemed that there was no difference except for the size.
Could the key to this magic be the continuous infusion of mana by the little emperor, making the fireball grow bigger to enhance its power?
This guess was quickly suppressed by him.
Firstly, he was currently in the mundane world, it was really inconvenient to continue studying the Fireball Technique. Secondly, he wanted to figure out the key to the incense possession, and didn’t have much energy to consider other details.
In the early hours of the night, Wu Sang came over like a thief, carrying a heavy cloth bag.
Yuan Ming checked it and found that the incense ash was no different from what he had collected during the day. It was indeed the incense ash accumulated on the incense table for many years, so he gave Wu Sang ten silver coins.
After Wu Sang asked a few questions about Yuan Ming’s illness, he left happily: "Indeed, the pharmacy is the most profitable business, there’s no doubt about it. After paying off the debt, should I consider doing this for a living? It’s risk-free and guaranteed income whether it’s drought or flood!"
Yuan Ming had no interest in Wu Sang’s little thoughts, he continued to practice while transferring mana to help the censer recover.
For the next seven days, he hardly went out, and Wu Sang rarely came to see him.
That morning, the Tai Chi pattern on the censer finally lit up with a faint glow.
Yuan Ming couldn’t wait to pick up a thumb-thick black incense stick from the table and insert it into the censer.
In order to extend his possession time, he mixed three times the amount of incense ash into this stick of incense, and also increased the amount of other materials.
Seeing that the time to return to the sect was approaching, he decided to make one last attempt before leaving.
He took out a spirit stone from his storage ring, smashed it into powder, and added it to the incense.
With the addition of the spirit stone powder, there was a faint fluctuation of spiritual power in the incense.
Then, Yuan Ming took out some incense ash and added it to the incense.
As various materials were mixed and stirred, another batch of incense was successfully made by Yuan Ming.
This time he returned to the original size, no longer making the exaggerated thick incense.
However, after the incense was made, Yuan Ming strangely found that he could not feel the spiritual power fluctuation from it.
"Could it be that the spiritual power has dissipated?" Yuan Ming was puzzled.
But he didn’t think much about it and lit the black incense again.
But this time, before lighting the incense, he kept chanting "Little Emperor" in his heart, hoping to attach to him again.
In the previous many times of lighting incense and attaching, only when he was attached to the Little Emperor, the benefits were the greatest.
In addition to infusing mana into the censer to help it recover these days, Yuan Ming couldn’t help but ponder the strange "Fireball Technique" in his spare time.
Because when he was attached to the Little Emperor, he truly observed the process of his spell casting, and even felt the flow of mana in the Little Emperor’s body when he was casting the spell. Therefore, Yuan Ming came back to ponder carefully, combined with previous experience, and quickly learned it.
However, he still couldn’t reach the level of the Little Emperor’s spell casting.
Yuan Ming still hoped to attach to the Little Emperor again, and it would be best to feel his spell casting process again.
"It must be the Little Emperor, it must be the Little Emperor..." Until his consciousness completely sank into darkness, Yuan Ming was still shouting in his heart.
In the next instant, his vision finally lit up again.
He saw a finely carved dragon chair and a desk piled with memorials.
"Your Majesty, why not take a break and continue?" At this time, a somewhat sharp voice sounded.
Upon hearing the sound, Yuan Ming’s host turned his gaze and saw a young eunuch in eunuch’s clothes, serving a bowl of ginseng tea.
"It’s really the Little Emperor, I really attached to the Little Emperor..." After Yuan Ming confirmed this, he was immediately overjoyed.
This meant that one of his long-standing conjectures had been preliminarily verified.
His attachment was not truly random and disorderly, but closely related to the things or people he was thinking about, and could not be separated.
"Dealing with these government affairs is really boring, cultivation is more fun. I was really stupid before, actually not willing to cultivate. Next time the National Teacher comes, my Exploding Flame Technique will definitely surprise him."
At this time, the Little Emperor spoke.
Yuan Ming could clearly feel his excitement, and even he himself was a bit eager to try.
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