C1298 Scented Fire Tea for All Living Things(last Part)

The two colors, black and white, intersected above the Fragrant Storey, and these two colors, were not yin and yang, but rather a photo. The person in the photo had a very happy smile on his face, but because of the quiet atmosphere of the Fragrant Storey, it made people feel that there was something very strange about it.

The person in the photo was Lin Bai! The black-and-white photo was enlarged by a lot of individual photos. Furthermore, it was placed on top of the incense hall. Whether it was in China or the rest of the world, there was only one meaning to this. It was the picture of the dead man, the one that was said to have been left behind. Yet now, even though Lin Bai was still alive, he had been sacrificed by someone else. How strange was this?

Looking at the black and white portrait of him, which was grinning without a care in the world, Lin Bai felt as if he had entered a dream. He couldn't tell which was the real one and which was the fake one. Furthermore, looking at the photo, he felt that the smile on his face in the photo was not a hearty laugh, but more like ridicule!

Aren't you a master at the Deity Stage? Aren't you a Xiantian martial artist at the peak of martial arts?! But aren't you being toyed with by me? You've been designed by me to be born into the heavens, grow into the earth, and accompany the villagers who grew up with you to worship you like a dead person! Furthermore, you didn't even notice the movements in the wind, yet you let me do things right in front of you!

Anger, regret, and numbness filled Lin Bai's heart. For a moment, he didn't know what to say!

At this moment, he finally understood why he wasn't the only one. Even the mana of Zhang SanKuang, Chen Baian, and the others had a shackle in their bodies, preventing them from circulating even a tiny bit of it. The reason for all of this was within the Fragrant Storey!

This method is also a living offering, but it's different from a living offering." In ancient China, there was such a tradition. Those who were clean and honest or had great kindness towards others would have their family set up this person's birthday plate as a sacrifice to bathe in incense. This was a good thing, but there was a secret art in the art of phase contrast. The laws and principles were the same, but the effects were completely different.

The memorial tablets were established to add to the blessings of the worshiped, but the living sacrifice was to gather the psychokinesis of the worshipers, to worship the worshiped, and to desire something that was not to be obtained! His psychokinesis was also the most mystical of objects. This would cause the destiny of the worshipped to collapse. When the time came in the Ming Dynasty, Eunuch Wei Zhongxian would be moved to the other side by his master, Wei Zhongxian, using the method of a living sacrifice!

What these villagers had created for Lin Bai was a Deathgod Shrine tablet. Its effect was much more brutal than the method they used to deal with Wei Zhongxian. This was because Lin Bai was still alive and yet he was being worshipped like a dead person. In the underworld, this caused the Yin Qi on Lin Bai's body to intensify. This Yin Qi might have been difficult to attract attention to at the start, but once it exploded out, its effects were terrifying!

In addition, those who worshipped this tablet were not the bystanders, but the mountain villagers who watched as Lin Bai slowly grew up.

Drinking and pecking at each other, he had already made up his mind! Lin Bai had lived on Mao Mountain for so many years, that although these villagers were not blood related to him, they were actually his family and friends. They could be said to be the most important existences in his life!

However, it was these extremely important existences that had been kowtowing in front of the death shrine day and night, praying for those unfathomable things. Not only was this consuming Lin Bai's luck, the Yin Qi and shackles that were being placed on Lin Bai far exceeded the effect that a normal person would have when they kowtowed to a memorial tablet.

If one kowtowed, then there would be incense that was produced. However, although the incense was no different on the surface than ordinary incense sticks, there was an additional shackle around it. A shackling power that locked a person's soul within their body. Fa Li could be said to be the soul of the prime minister. What was locked in this shackle was Lin Bai's Fa Li.

If it was merely to pay respects to the ancestral tablets, they could at most place this shackle on Lin Bai. However, the Fragrant Pavilion was located at the location of the Ancient Era, and its destructive power was also the greatest in the world. When two auras interweaved, the effects would spread out to the greatest extent. Not only would it affect Lin Bai himself, it would also spread to those who were related to him.

Zhang Sanmeng, Chen Baian, and the others had gone through so many life and death battles with Lin Bai. In the darkness, the heavens and earth had become one, and their destiny had long since resonated with Lin Bai's. Once this shackling force erupted, it would be used to coordinate with them and add to their bodies, causing them to be like Lin Bai and the situation where their mana was shackled.

Not only that, but this shackling force, borrowed from the destruction of the Great Solar Chen Clan, would spread out endlessly. Through the destiny of Zhang Sanmeng and Chen Baian, they spread to the people who were implicated in their destiny. It was like a lesion caused by a cancer cell, spreading out through a point and then turning into a vicious circle, poisoning everything!

This was the reason why Lin Bai, Zhang Sanming, Chen Baian, Lu Yanzhao, and the eldest son, as well as Lu Yanzhao and Xu Zhe, who were far away in Yan Jing, were suddenly unable to mobilize any of their mana in a single night.

Such a strange method was something that even Lin Bai had never seen or heard of before. Although the method was extremely simple, the effect was extremely terrifying. It was enough to see the profoundness of the person who performed the technique behind his back, as well as the scheming of his mind!

"True master!" As his eyes stared at the large black-white figure, Lin Bai gritted his teeth as a crazed look appeared on his face. Following his body, a monstrous blood aura erupted from him!

A warrior who had reached the Transformation Realm was already extremely powerful, not to mention that Lin Bai was already a Nascent Realm warrior who had mastered the Innate True Origin. After this wave of blood energy spread out, the Innate True Handle immediately erupted.

Within the originally cramped Fragrant Pavilion, it was as if a gale blew past, and all the decorations within the room were knocked to the ground!

The portrait in the frame fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Fragments of glass flew all over the place, and the censer, which was still smoking when placed in front of the black and white portrait, also fell to the ground with a loud crash. Smoke and dust filled the air in the room.

However, it was as if Lin Bai did not feel the pain of the shattered pieces of glass tearing through his body; he did not feel the dull feeling of the smoke and dust sealing his throat. Instead, he wildly activated his Innate True Origin and began to violently invade his surroundings.

The rumbling within the room rose and fell, resounding through the darkness of the night. The villagers gathered outside the house were all deathly pale. They did not understand why Lin Bai was so angry, nor did they understand why Lin Bai alone could cause such a commotion!

However, Chen Baian and Zhang Sanming remained silent. They sighed softly, and their expressions were filled with pity.

They understood why the usually good-natured Lin Bai would be so infuriated. In Lin Bai's heart, he had never treated these villagers as outsiders, but instead treated them as his own friends and relatives. This was also the reason why he hadn't forgotten his roots even after becoming a rich man.

The reason he did this was very simple. It was because he did not want the villagers to feel that he was any different from the little white dragon in the past. He did not want to ruin the relationship between him and these villagers. But these people, under the bewitchment of a true master, had actually built a memorial tablet for Lin Bai, offering him a living sacrifice. It was also because of this that Lin Bai and them were unable to mobilize their mana.

To Lin Bai, it was as if his companion had suddenly struck out and stabbed him in the heart. This was something that Lin Bai could not bear! How could this not anger Lin Bai? He didn't want to ruin everything!

Boom, boom, boom. The thunder in the sky rumbled as if there was a beast rolling inside.

This Fragrant Pavilion was an earthen roof; how could it withstand the unbridled collision of Lin Baixian's Innate True Handle? A short while later, cracking sounds could be heard coming from the beams on the roof and the tiles on the roof rustled non-stop!

After several breaths of time, the Fragrant Storms could no longer withstand this pressure. The beam crashed down, and the surrounding walls crashed to the ground.

Wreckage flew everywhere, wood shavings churned, and smoke billowed. However, Lin Bai appeared as if he didn't feel anything at all. His figure was still like a javelin as he stood between the ruins of the Fragrant Pavilion. His eyes were completely red!