"?" Song Shuhang looked at Soft Feather suspiciously, not understanding what she wanted to do.
After Soft Feather finished digging out her things, she first placed the desk in front of Senior White on the bed and put the incense burner.
Then, she stretched out her hand and squeezed the top of the incense, released the infuriating energy, and burned the incense.
After lighting the incense, she held the incense and respectfully bowed to Senior White, with a serious face, like a sacrifice to a god.
After the sacrifice, she respectfully inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner.
Song Shuhang: "..."
Which one is this playing? It always feels weird... Venerable White is still alive, and he is not a god!
So, he couldn't help but ask: "Soft Feather, what are you doing?"
"Huh? Senior Song, you don't know?" Yurouzi instead looked at Song Shuhang with a surprised expression: "Don't tell me you didn't give Senior Bai any incense?"
"That's why I said, why do I want to incense Senior White!" Song Shuhang sighed.
"Senior Song, your common sense of self-cultivation is really too weak." Soft Feather sighed with emotion.
Song Shuhang was stunned when he heard the words: "Could it be that when cultivators meet seniors, they have to put incense on the table?"
Could it be that the younger cultivators have to carry an incense burner with them, and when they meet the seniors, they will put incense in front of the seniors? No, this is absolutely impossible!
"No, it's not necessary to meet other seniors. But Senior White is rare and special!" Soft Feather made a big circle with both hands.
Then, she continued to explain: "Most people in the world of self-cultivation know that if you encounter Senior White in retreat. If conditions permit, you can make a wish to Senior White... It's amazing!"
"Wish on the incense, can it be alive?" Song Shuhang rubbed his face vigorously.
Has the 'anti-weather luck' on Senior White's body been so powerful
- Having said that, he immediately remembered the situation when he brought Senior Bai back from the 'Wuming Xianjun Temple'. At that time, Senior White was regarded as a statue of an immortal, standing in the spectacle and receiving incense.
Moreover, Wuming Xianjun Temple is also very famous - it is said that as long as people who make a wish are sincere, many people's wishes will come true.
It turns out that this is true... Even the world of self-cultivation has long had the reputation of Senior White.
However, making a wish to Senior White would be dangerous, right? For example, if you make a wish to obtain divine power, you may first fall off a cliff - if you are lucky, you will fall into a hole halfway through the fall, and then you will get the divine power; but if you are unlucky, you will fall off the top of the cliff. In the end, fall into a ball of mosaics!
"Soft Feather, may I ask a question? Has anyone made a wish and died or was seriously injured when the wish came true?" Song Shuhang asked cautiously.
Soft Feather thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. The rumors in the cultivation world have always been to make a wish to Senior White in retreat, and the wish may come true. There are no other rumors attached."
While talking, the few sticks of incense that Soft Feather burned quickly finished burning.
"Alas, there really is a problem after I ignite it with infuriating energy, it burns too fast." Soft Feather murmured.
However, she did not intend to light the incense again, and silently began to put the desk and incense burner back.
Song Shuhang saw that she first touched the incense burner with her small pocket, and the size of the incense burner kept shrinking, and finally shrank to the size of a marble. Soft Yuko picked it up and put it in the pocket. Then, she put away the desk in this way.
What a good thing... If only I had a chance to find the molting of the 'One-inch Snake'.
Hey, wait!
Senior White, I'm not making a wish! Song Shuhang looked at Senior White on the bed, and immediately added in his heart.
…
…
Next, Song Shuhang brewed a cup of Lingmai green tea and handed it to Soft Feather.
"Huh? When did senior have the green tea?" Soft Feather asked suspiciously, the share she gave was still with Mother Song. But just now, Song Shuhang took out the spiritual pulse green tea in his room.
"It was given by Su Clan's Sixteen in the Jiuzhou No. 1 group. It should be a thank you for helping her last time." Song Shuhang said.
"Oh, the junior of Senior Ah Qi, I heard the seniors talk about it in the group." Soft Feather sat on the edge of the bed, her little feet swayed up and down, her white toes were naughty and crystal clear.
When she set up the incense table just now, she didn't even have sandals.
Song Shuhang pulled out a chair from the computer desk and sat down. He remembered that Soft Feather had just made a wish to Senior White, so he asked worriedly, "Soft Feather, what did you wish for? Is it convenient to say?"
After all, it is a wish. If it is a personal wish, it is not easy to tell others.
"Ah, it's a trivial matter, it can be said. The wish I made just now was to wish the blessing of Senior White, and let the things I do next go smoothly." Soft Feather said with a smile.
What's next? Song Shuhang's light flashed: "Is it a treasure map? Do you want to explore that treasure?"
Soft Feather had talked to Song Shuhang on the chat software, saying that he had found a treasure map in his father's notebook, and that he would go with Song Shuhang to find the treasure when he had time.
"It's not about that. Although I came out this time, I also brought out the treasure map. But this time I came out mainly for another thing!" Soft Feather said, sitting upright, and began to speak seriously .
…
…
Soft Feather has a good friend named Chu Chunying. She is the daughter of a small family of cultivation. Soft Feather met her when she was traveling with Venerable Lingdie in the world when she was a child.
After that, the two kept in touch on and off.
But not long ago, Chu Chunying suddenly cut off contact. Soft Feather was very strange, so she asked someone to investigate.
Then she learned that it was Chu Chunying's cultivation family that had some trouble.
About a hundred years ago, an aristocratic family surnamed Chu obtained a very good roll of swordsmanship exercises. It was a secret, no one knew about it. The Chu family is also secretly cultivating behind closed doors.
But for some reason, he leaked the rumors last year, attracting the attention of a cultivation sect. Although this sect of self-cultivation is not a big sect, it is much stronger than Chu Chunying's small family of self-cultivation.
As a result, the sect of self-cultivation began to be in trouble with the Chu family... trying to force them to hand over their swordsmanship skills.
This kind of harassment has been going on for more than half a year.
"No one cares about this kind of thing?" Song Shuhang asked: "Could it be that there is no 'cultivator's martial arts leader' or something in the cultivation world to stop that cultivation sect?"
"Actually, there really is an alliance leader or something. But in my impression, that alliance leader has been in seclusion for more than 600 years, and he still doesn't know when he will come out." Yurouzi sighed.
This is the most helpless thing in the world of self-cultivation - if you want to be the leader of the world of self-cultivation, you must at least be strong, otherwise what will you do to convince people
But the strong seniors have been in retreat for hundreds of years, even thousands of years. In these hundreds of thousands of years, who will be in charge
Should we continue to choose another ally
But what's the use... Maybe you just chose him as the leader of the alliance, and the next second they are going to have a '10,000-year retreat package'.
So, the Cultivation World Alliance Leader or something is like this...
"However, with the exception of the leaders of the alliance, some sects of Taoism and Buddhism will still look a little at the world of self-cultivation, so as not to cause trouble. If anyone dares to go too far and cause public outrage, then don't blame everyone for being rude." Yu Softie explained.
It is precisely because of this that the sect did not dare to directly snatch the scroll of swordsmanship exercises, but continued to play tricks and embarrass the small family everywhere.
＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊
"That Soft Feather, are you going to help your friend? How are you going to help?" Song Shuhang asked.
"I haven't figured out how to help... I'm going to go and see if there is anything I can help. If the other party's sect is really too much, I'll go back to Lingdie Island and bring someone over to help my friend's family. Hold on! When the truth doesn't make sense, it depends on whose fist is harder!" Yurouzi clenched her fist and grinned at her sharp little tiger teeth.
"Is there anything I can help?" Song Shuhang asked - the cultivation sect and the noble family, I feel very emotional when I think about it. If possible, he would also like to see it.
Soft Feather glanced at Shuhang, and then tried her best to euphemistically say: "No way, Senior Song, your cultivation base is a little lower than the cheerleading team, and you can't help much in the past."
Song Shuhang burst into tears - I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for being a weak chicken!
"After I've finished helping my friend, if Dad hasn't sent someone to take me back, I'll go hunting for treasures with Senior Song!" Soft Feather reached out and patted Song Shuhang, comforting.
Song Shuhang replied, "Okay."
"By the way, I heard that the Doudou from the Huangshan Zhenjun's house is also with you, Senior Song? Why didn't you see it? I never had the chance to see Doudou. When my father took me to the Huangshan Zhenjun's house as a guest, Every time I encounter Doudou running away from home." Soft Feather asked curiously.
"Doudou is still accompanying the little monk Guoguo to treat hemorrhoids in the hospital. Calculate the time, today is the time for the little monk's last treatment, and Doudou should also be back." Song Shuhang replied.
Just as he was talking about Doudou, Song Shuhang's cell phone rang. At first glance, it was Doudou who called.
"It should be Doudou going home. I'll answer the phone." Song Shuhang smiled and answered the call.
"Hey, little friend Shuhang, it's me Zhou Li." On the other end of the phone, it was Zhou Li's voice. Moreover, at this time, his voice was extremely heavy, and there was a deep sense of powerlessness.
Song Shuhang himself was very puzzled how he could hear so many emotions from Senior Brother Zhou Li's voice, but he just heard it!
Song Shuhang immediately asked, "Senior Brother Zhou Li, what happened? Is your tone wrong?"
"Doudou ran away." When Zhou Li said this sentence, it seemed that he had consumed all his strength: "Also, he also ran away with the little monk Guoguo, sorry, little friend Shuhang. I was right beside them, but I couldn't watch them!"
"..." Song Shuhang felt that there was a mouthful of old blood in his throat that was about to spurt.