Every time I wear it quickly, there are always big guys giving it away.

In the past, I only thought that the grass was pleasantly green, soft to the touch, and exuded a rich and charming fragrance!

Unexpectedly, it is also the most critical raw material for making divine incense.

The raw materials were readily available. When Chen Jia burned incense, she used the sacred incense that he left behind before he left. There was not much left, which made her more urgent to make incense.

Every time she went to the highest peak, she would pick a basket of green velvet grass, and after burning incense, she would always try it.

Finally, before the magic incense ran out, I figured out the proportions of the green velvet grass and successfully extracted the spiritual liquid. The next steps went smoothly.

Chen Jia concentrated and calmed her mind, rubbing the incense sticks carefully, trying to make them as thick and thin as before.

Among these, technique and strength are the keys to success.

A basket of green velvet grass was used up clean, and the wooden rack used for drying incense was covered with distinct strands of divine incense, each of which was of equal thickness and there was almost no difference between them.

"Huh~" Chen Jia looked at the incense sticks drying in the sun and stretched lazily.

I really tried my best, but this is all I can do. Whether the effect is good or not depends on whether I can light them tomorrow.

As the sun sets, it loses its original brightness and heat.

Chen Jia finished her meditation and walked to an open space nearby, where she put the incense sticks on the shelf into a box. She moved very gently, fearing that she would break a stick.

After all, the production process is really not easy!

the next day.

Chen Jia reached the highest peak on time, took out three sticks of incense he had made, closed his eyes and saluted, waiting with bated breath.

"It really works!" Chen Jia looked at the three lit incense sticks with joy, thinking: Hard work pays off!

In the curling white smoke, the stone statue becomes more and more sacred and distant.

The part after the worship was a bit boring. I don’t know how he got through it. Chen Jia usually meditated on the spot and practiced hard.

Somehow, the spiritual energy at the feet of the stone statue was particularly abundant, and practicing was like turning on the accelerator.

Chen Jia asked the stone statue god, and he did not express any objection, so he should have tacitly agreed!

"Thank you, Lord God!" After finishing a day of training, Chen Jia clasped his hands together and thanked, "I will come on time tomorrow too!"

She turned around and was about to leave when a ray of golden light in front of her dazzled her eyes.

Chen Jia lifted her skirt and walked to the edge of the cliff. She saw the golden light falling at her feet, starting from here and extending into the distance.

Soon, a suspension bridge shining with golden light appeared, and it was unknown where it led to.

She looked back and asked, "Do you want me to go this way?"

The statue's face remained unchanged, but a force at her feet pushed her toward the bridge. "Okay, I'll go this way."

Chen Jia stepped onto the suspension bridge carefully. Unexpectedly, the bridge was very stable. There was no shaking at all when she stepped on it. Chen Jia walked on it with confidence.

The suspension bridge was hidden in the sea of ​​clouds. By chance, she caught a glimpse of a ray of light in the sky, which was like a trickle of water breaking through the clouds and flowing straight down.

Chen Jia stopped and looked, then touched the moisture on her cheek, not knowing whether it was the mist or the splashing of the small stream.

It was not until she reached the end of the bridge that Chen Jia suddenly realized that this bridge actually led to the top of Taiyin Peak, which was equivalent to giving her a shortcut.

It saves a lot of time than running around by yourself.

"You, you, you run out early in the morning and come back to rest!" Seeing the little golden crow going out early and coming back late again, Chen Jia couldn't help but poke its wings that were gathered together.

The little golden crow slowly retracted its wings and allowed her to poke it a few times without resisting.

In the past, it would definitely use the tip of its wings to hold her hand down. The little Golden Crow is very domineering and sometimes unreasonable!

He was so well behaved this time that Chen Jia was a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Chen Jia thought about it and felt uneasy, so she used her fingertips to spread its wings and carefully checked it.

The little golden crow started to struggle immediately, but its movements were not big and Chen Jia was able to suppress it with one hand.

The little golden crow made unclear crisp sounds from its throat, one after another. Chen Jia lowered her eyes and examined it carefully. She stretched her legs and raised her wings. "Found it!"

A hideous gash suddenly appeared on Little Golden Crow's chest, and wisps of black energy flowed through every part of the wound, making Little Golden Crow, which had the ability to heal itself, unable to heal itself.

It cried mournfully, trying to retract its wings to cover its wounds, and trying its best to prevent the black air from touching Chen Jia's fingertips.

It also knows that it is not a good thing!

"Why are you hiding!" Chen Jia shouted softly, stretched out her hand to cover the wound, and mobilized her spiritual power to dissolve the evil energy lingering around the wound. "If you don't deal with it, do you want to die, huh?"

The little Golden Crow seemed to sense her anger and was as quiet as a piece of wood, allowing her to stir and remove every trace of the dark air.

Without the interference of the black air, Little Golden Crow's wounds healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You seem to be a little smaller?" Chen Jia held the little golden crow that had regained its energy in the palm of her hand to examine it. It now looked like a miniature version of a glutinous rice ball, with a skinny body beneath its fluffy feathers.

After confirming it again and again, Chen Jia came to the conclusion with certainty: "It is indeed a little smaller than before!"

The little golden crow tried to get away with it cutely. Chen Jia stared at it for a long time, until the little golden crow's feathers exploded. She sighed and touched its head, "Forget it, you can't speak, and there's nothing I can ask you..."

There is a softness in his eyes, and beneath this tenderness is an unrelieved depression.

The little golden crow had jumped away for some distance, but when it saw that she didn't follow it, it jumped a few more steps and pecked her finger with its little beak.

Chen Jia simply grabbed it and placed it in her palm, "Come for a walk with me."

Little Jinwu knew that she was worried about something. Whenever she was unhappy, she would always go and walk around that small courtyard.

Little Golden Crow didn't understand what was so interesting about this place. It thought: When I grow up, I will carry you to travel through the sea of ​​clouds and break through the sky. That will be a great pleasure!

However, its ability is limited now, so it will just accompany her for a stroll in this small yard for the time being.

The highest peak, in front of the stone statue.

"My Lord God, if you can hear my voice, please protect the little Golden Crow and don't let it get smaller!"

Under the gentle breeze and bright sun, the stone statue becomes increasingly ethereal and impossible to look directly at.

His eyes were always fixed on Chen Jia and everything in the world, without any response.

Chen Jia did not feel disappointed, after all, He was already asleep.

Even if He is not asleep, He will not respond to any prayers.

After the incense burning was over, Chen Jia waited until the three sacred incense sticks were burned out before leaving with the lantern. Recently, she left the peak later than before.

Firstly, the prayers took some time, and secondly, the holy land had entered a long season of frost and snow. It got dark early, and the snow had started falling a few days ago, intermittently.

Fortunately, the suspension bridge was not covered with snow and would not slip. Chen Jia only needed to hold a long-handled octagonal smoky green lantern to illuminate the way ahead.

The darkness of the night on the Three Peaks cannot be broken by spiritual power, and external objects must be used.