I have the strongest merit system

Anyway, this wave is not a loss.

The pure yang internal force has increased by 180 years. Together, the current cultivation level has been 360 years, and it is about to approach the 400-year cultivation level.

With such a deep internal force, it is definitely a group of strong ones.

And height.

And life.

are all good things.

This unknown god, the blessing is very powerful.

I just offered this incense, and I feel a little embarrassed.

It's decided, I want to donate money, donate 100 million, and buy out all his incense for the next few years.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

At this moment, an angry voice suddenly sounded.

Wei Yang turned around to look, and found that it was an old lady in temple clothes, looking at him angrily, with frowning eyes, as if she wanted to step forward and beat someone up.

Watching with spiritual eyes, I found that the old lady was just an ordinary person, but her body was good and tough.

Wei Yang smiled and said, "Hi, I'm here to offer incense."

"Is Jingxiang as respected as you? This month's supply has been made for you, you are making trouble!" The old lady retorted angrily.

Wei Yang said: "I also plan to donate, donate 100 million."

"Donate? Did you donate... 100 million? That's okay, you are a devout believer!" The old lady's words changed quickly, and so did her face, her smile was like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Wei Yang said: "I didn't bring cash, do I have a bank card? I'll transfer the money directly."

The old lady said with a smile: "Of course, then, here."

As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and skillfully found a photo of a card.

Obviously, this is not the first time she has done this kind of thing.

Without further ado, Wei Yang logged into his bank account and completed the transfer directly.

After receiving the money, the old lady smiled and looked more and more pleasing to Wei Yang.

Sweet or not, hometown water.

Kiss or not, donors!

"By the way, I still have something to ask." Wei Yang continued.

"Boss, tell me." The old lady seemed completely overwhelmed by Wei Yang's arrogance, and her tone became respectful.

"It's like this. Although I am attracted by this god, I don't know much about it. I want to ask about his origin?" Wei Yang laughed.

The old lady hurriedly said, "Isn't the boss a local?"

"Yes, I just came to Yingke Town not long ago."

"That's not surprising. The Goddess of Lingwang is a local god of Liangshan. It is Feng Yueru, a doctor's daughter 800 years ago. She is full of compassion and cures diseases and saves people. In this area of ​​Liangshan, there are countless living people, and she is regarded as a living Bodhisattva."

"It's a pity that good people don't live long. When Miss Yueru was collecting medicine, she fell down the mountain and died."

"Our local people are grateful for his virtue, set up monuments and temples for her, and respect her as the Goddess of Rescue the Suffering and Rescue Spirits, but the Buddhists don't accept it, saying that the name of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva should not be re-assigned, and they also prevent us from building a temple."

"In the end, we could only change it to the Lingwang Temple. We just respected it as a goddess and no longer added a name. This has been passed down to this day."

"But young man, you have a good eye. Our Lingwang Temple is very spiritual. Whether it's praying for a child, or asking for the safety of the house, as long as you don't ask for messy things, you can get what you want. Protect us."

Look at the smug expression on the old lady's face.

Wei Yang nodded: "I can feel the extraordinary here, but who is that little squirrel?"

"That's the soul pet of Goddess Lingwang, Song Linggong. It is said that Goddess Lingwang not only saves people, but also heals animals. Back then, many animals in Liangshan were favored by him."

"This Song Linggong was rescued by the Goddess Lingwang back then, and he was grateful to accompany him. He accompanied the Goddess Lingwang, traveled ten miles and eight villages, and helped gather medicine. He is a Linggong with spirits in the local area."

"It turns out that she is indeed a goddess worthy of respect."

Wei Yang looked at the statue again, with admiration in his eyes.

"It's a pity that Goddess Lingwang was originally enshrined as the mountain god of Liangshan, but more than 300 years ago, a general in the braided face took a fancy to Liangshan. A large tomb was built in the mountains, and after his death, he was buried in it, and he also visited the General Temple and occupied Liangshan."

"Although later, the locals didn't agree with this, and over time, the General Temple was also dilapidated, but Liangshan has become a mess since then, and various strange things have happened. For so many years, we locals dare not go deep into the mountains, otherwise there will be no exit. .”

Looking at the sad old lady.

Wei Yang was thoughtful.

It seems that if there is a ghost market in Liangshan, it has something to do with the General Temple.

"Can I ask, where is the General Temple in Liangshan?" Wei Yang continued to ask.

The old lady's complexion changed: "I said boss, the General's Temple is in dilapidation, and there has been no incense for a long time. It's useless if you go."

Wei Yang smiled and said: "You misunderstood, I am mainly curious about ancient architecture, and I have no feeling for the braided dynasty, so I will definitely not worship the self-appointed god of the braided dynasty."

Only then did the old lady's expression soften, and she said, "On the other side of Crouching Tiger Ping, walk east out of the town, about five miles away, and you will be able to see it."

"Okay, thanks for letting me know."

Wei Yang thanked him, then turned and left.

After watching Wei Yang walk away, the old lady's expression slowly softened, she put her hands on her chest, and her eyes no longer had the money-greedy look before, but became a little deep.

At this moment, she seemed a bit out of the ordinary.

After coming out of Lingwang Temple.

Wei Yang looked back.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

It feels that the yin energy of Lingwang Temple seems to be a little heavier.

"The place is weird, there are countless places!"

Wei Yang murmured.

keep going.

Not long after, Wei Yang left Yingke Town and saw Liangshan a few miles away.

Although Liangshan is not big, there are several peaks hundreds of meters high.

With Wei Yang's current eyesight, he can see clearly from hundreds of meters away.

On the halfway of a mountain peak, you can see a temple building, which looks much larger than the current Lingwang Temple.

That should be the Temple of the General.

looked around.

Wei Yang found out that it was a coincidence that the Temple of the General was the direction he had chosen.

Think about it for a while.

Wei Yang didn't go there in a hurry, but came to a hidden grassland, sat down, and took out the broken knife from his backpack.

Just got two secrets.

Just right for sacrifice.

If you really want to fight in Liangshan later, you can also test your power.

Once again, I considered and summarized the secret method of blood refinement.

This secret method is divided into three steps, condensing one's own essence and blood, fusing magic weapons, and performing sacrifices.

There are not many steps, but the process also needs to be combined with some secrets. You can't make a mistake in a single word, otherwise, the slightest difference will be a thousand miles away.

First use the secret method to condense the essence and blood.

A moment later, the fingertip was cut, and a drop of blood as refined as jelly seeped out, dripping on the broken knife.

Then drive the secret method to urge it.

The next moment, the blood essence was absorbed by the broken knife, and the entire blade seemed to be glowing with bloody light.

Wei Yang remained focused, chanting words, fingers on the blade, rubbing repeatedly, there was a vague feeling of echoing between the broken blade and the wound on his finger.

That's some kind of special traction.

Finally, above the Broken Knife, the blood light dissipated, and the whole Broken Knife became even blacker and brighter.

And Wei Yang also got some information feedback from Broken Knife, and learned its true origin.

"Slay God!"

The name of the broken knife is Zhanshen. When it is complete, it is a top-level Lingbao-level weapon. It comes from the sword demon of the twelve demon gods of the Demon Sect 200 years ago!

And the reason for cutting the gods is because it once cut a powerful knife at the level of a god, was stained with blood of the gods, and broke because of it.

Since then, the god of chopping has been dusted spiritually and left behind in the world.

At this moment, refined by Wei Yang's blood, he restarted his spirituality and rejuvenated.

Holding the broken knife, Wei Yang was full of surprises.

Although the knife that once chopped down the real gods no longer has the power it once had, it is estimated that it can only be regarded as mediocre even among magic weapons.

But this is a knife that has been stained with the blood of the gods. The nature of the knife has changed.

Wei Yang has a feeling.

This knife has great potential, and the future is limitless.

"Good knife, but from today onwards, I am your master. In addition, you have been broken. So, I don't need your old name."

"Now, I will give you a new name. From now on, you will be called Zhanming."

"Slay the life of people, kill the life of demons, kill the life of demons, kill the life of heaven, go forward indomitably, and cut everything."

Wei Yang is high-spirited and unparalleled.

hum!

As if in response, the Broken Knife hummed loudly, with overwhelming vigor.