With a "scratch" sound, the spiritual energy on the magic statue was cut off in response to the sound, and then it was swallowed by Yang Xingguo.

But Yang Xingguo suddenly turned red because he found that even 1/10 seemed to exceed his current upper limit capacity. It seemed that this method was good like the above mental energy, at least reaching more than 500 points.

So Yang Xingguo was clean and solemn, very pious, and held the incense and closed his eyes, and knelt down with a slight crack.

"Damn it, I'm so full! I'll pay my respects to you for now. When I'm going to stole you!" Yang Xing's heart comforted himself so much. He was afraid that the distracting thoughts in the spirit of the intercepted Dharma statue would impact it into a fool, so he kept telling himself unswervingly, "I am Yang Xingguo, I am Yang Xingguo..."

When Amy saw Yang Xingguo's abnormality, she quickly knelt down with her. In fact, she held Yang Xingguo's arm to prevent him from falling to the ground.

"Who is the crazy man who dares to go to Senso Temple to commit crimes?" At this moment, a voice came into Yang Xingguo's ears, but Amy was unaware of it.

"Who?" Yang Xingguo replied with a word in pain.

"Hmph, when I came to our place to steal, I actually asked who we are!"

Yang Xingguo immediately understood who the owner of the voice was. It turned out that he was too loud and was discovered by the owner.

Yang Xingguo was not guilty at all. He used believers to pay homage to collect spiritual energy as an immoral act. He was worshiping the great god but not you, just a slander.

"Run quickly, go back to the hotel first, don't ask why!" Yang Xingguo told Amy.

When Amy saw Yang Xingguo's expression was quite anxious, she nodded. Although she was a little worried, she didn't talk nonsense and got up and left.

Yang Xingguo endured the pain in his brain, looked calm and gentle, stood up and pretended to tidy up his clothes.

Then he looked up and looked around but found no one, and then he became surprised.

"Is the voice just now transmitted the message to the secret?" Yang Xingguo felt aroused. If he could obtain this method, wouldn't it be much more confidential than current radio or even laser communications?

Yang Xingguo decided to ignore them. If they wanted to find their own troubles, they would have come out long ago. Moreover, there are so many tourists around them, they probably wouldn't dare to fight here.

Since he has offended the other party, he might as well just take away all the statues of the practitioners in Sensoji Temple.

Yang Xingguo digested the part of the incense in his mind while walking around the statue.

I don’t know if I don’t leave, but after I leave, I finally found the clue.

It turned out that there was a small hole in the back of the statue's head, allowing only two fingers to pass by. Yang Xingguo reached out and grabbed a statue, and he took out a statue.

When Yang Xingguo looked up his spirit, he was immediately overjoyed. The aperture of this statue was the one he had seized before. His face was blurred, and it didn't seem to be consistent with his appearance in the book given to him by Longzuo.

What is the difference here? Yang Xingguo has no time to take care of it at this time. Since he has done it, he will be thorough. If he leaves other magical enemies, he will cause trouble for himself.

There are eight statues of gods in Senso Temple, with the shape of a character lined up. Yang Xingguo groped through them one by one with the surprised eyes of other tourists.

"Chinese, let go of your dirty hands!" Finally someone began to condemn Yang Xingguo.

"Sorry, I am the cleaner here. I'm doing an inspection of the statue." Yang Xingguo responded with a smile.

"Nani?"

"This is impossible. Sensoji will not hire Chinese people to work."

"The statue of God should not be blasphemed, get out of here!"

Yang Xingguo was shameless and ignored them.

Maybe this time he just took the Dharma image instead of intercepting the mental energy, and he didn't hear the sound of the sound of the secret transmission again.

"Hey, why doesn't this piece have a trace of spiritual energy? Could it be that I just replaced it?" Yang Xingguo was surprised when he looked at the statue taken out from behind the statue of the god at the bottom of the right.

When I looked at the statue again, it seemed that it was really new. Even the dust that sat down was new, which shows that it was just moved and put on it.

"It's just right, I've been anxious about how to make it. The materials that started with agarwood for at least a hundred years are very difficult to find, and now they are just for me!"

Yang Xingguo was so happy when he looked at this magic without any spiritual energy.

He knew that to collect spiritual energy, he must first draw his spiritual breath in the Dharma image. In this way, the collected spiritual energy will be slowly homogenized under the influence of this breath, and it will be much easier to absorb it.

But Yang Xingguo doesn't need this. He used the simple and crude method he had figured out. Although this has a great impact on his spirit, for some reason, his spirit can always destroy the other party, rather than relying on time to slowly homogenize. Is this because his soul spirit has traveled through time?

Yang Xingguo couldn't figure it out, and did not hesitate. He directly released a spiritual breath and dispersed the weak breath left inside. Looking at his weak and powerless look, he probably was a newbie who had just entered the industry, no wonder.

"Gaga, I finally have a Dharma image!" Yang Xingguo looked at the Dharma image that was exactly the same as his breath that came out of the Dharma image, and his heart was indescribable.

"Damn it, I'm so full. Why don't you transfer this part of the spiritual energy that you can't eat to the Dharma statue and save it?" Yang Xingguo was so overwhelmed that he had no choice but to think of this method.

So he poured the energy captured by his spiritual aperture directly into the Xingguo Fa statue.

This process is like filling water, or squeezing milk. The spiritual energy is slowly injected into the magic image. As time goes by, an aperture appears behind the magic image. The aura of this aperture gradually becomes consistent with that of Yang Xingguo. As the aperture increases, the injection speed increases.

Feelings are homogenization. At the beginning, my breath was only a little bit, so I could only convert a little bit of spiritual energy. However, when the breath became two pieces, I could naturally convert a little bit more, and this speed naturally increased exponentially.

Anyway, there are so many tourists in this hall, and the other party dare not fight. Yang Xingguo can act willfully. Although these tourists questioned him just now, he is not unhappy at all. These people have provided cover for him.
Chapter completed!