At ten o'clock in the evening, Mu Wanxuan slowly sat up while rubbing her long hair. Wang Sheng, who was practicing flying swords, immediately opened his eyes.

"Senior sister?"

Although the lights in the room were not on, everyone was a cultivator in the Void Dan Realm, so it was natural to have no problem with night vision.

"meal……"

The senior sister yawned in a daze.

Wang Sheng immediately smiled and said, "It's all done, just wait for us to go and eat."

"Wow!"

Mu Wanxuan suddenly felt energetic, and her diamond-like eyes were full of light, and she immediately turned over and stood up.

She prepared half of the New Year’s Eve dinner before, which was quite sumptuous!

"Senior sister, put on clothes first."

Mu Wanxuan blinked, turned around quickly, and casually called her sweater, put it on her body...

Wang Sheng stood up and turned on the lights in the room. The senior sister clerked her long hair with her fingers; it was very simple for those who practiced Taoism to take care of her long hair, which was nourished by true energy, and was black and soft.

After she had finished packing, Wang Sheng opened the door. A scent of food mixed with the smell of burning fragrance came to his face.

As soon as he left, Mu Wanxuan headed to the left and headed straight to the table full of freshly hot meals; and Wang Sheng looked right and looked into the living room.

My father had hung the two-meter-wide "Divine Map", made another small table, lit two candles, placed a rich offering and incense burner on the table, and placed photos of his deceased grandparents and great-grandparents in front of the divine map.

This divine position map that has been widely circulated in the past two years is quite interesting.

The statues painted on it are similar to the orthodox classification of Taoist gods, and also like a collection of various folk legends.

The composition is from Lingxiao Palace to Nantian Gate. At the top are three old gods with only a few strokes, that is, the ancestor of the Three Qingshu.

The Sanqing sat upright in the clouds above the Lingxiao Palace. It seemed that he had only been brought up a few strokes, but it conveyed the respect and respect of the person who made the God's Position Map.

I dare not describe too much with the ink of mortal world.

Under the Three Pure Land, there are several figures behind the Lingxiao Palace. There are dozens of figures on both sides of the Lingxiao Palace, either fairies or heavenly generals, but most of them are just hidden in the clouds and fog, and the specificity cannot be seen.

The most detailed composition is the Lingxiao Palace. The clouds are surrounded by pillars of clouds. There is an emperor with a majestic face sitting upright. The portrait of the emperor is quite large and most conspicuous, which is the "God" in folk worship. Due to the influence of "Journey to the West", this portrait resembles the image of the "Jade Emperor" commonly seen on TV.

The title of honor is written on the side, and it is indeed the Jade Emperor.

There is a colorful throne next to the Jade Emperor, and a graceful female god sits upright, with a honorific title on the side. This is the "Queen Mother", which has a strong folk legend.

Below the Emperor of Heaven are four gods wearing imperial robes, with figures nearly half smaller than the portraits of the Emperor of Heaven, namely Ziwei, Emperor Changsheng, Emperor Gou Chen, and Emperor Houtu, which are the famous "Four Emperors".

Below the four emperors are the five directions, namely the Qing Emperor in the East, the Chi Emperor in the South, the Yellow Emperor in the Central, the White Emperor in the West, and the Black Emperor in the North.

Before the Four Emperors and Five Emperors were ranked in the Immortal Class, besides the Heavenly Emperor, there were several rows of gods below, including the four Heavenly Masters, the Five Qi True Lords, the Seven Lords of the Beidou, the Six Lords of the South Dipper, and the Twenty-Eight Constellations, the Eight Immortals, etc., as well as many Heavenly Generals of the size of fingernails.

In short, whoever has a higher status and a higher god position can have a larger portrait.

This represents the difference between enjoying incense and offerings.

His own master is one of the Eight Immortals. Because the Eight Immortals are "scattered immortals" in myths and legends, they are just enjoyed by name in the heavenly court, so their position in the image of the gods is not conspicuous.

There is also composition under the South Gate of Heaven.

Wang Sheng took two steps back and looked down, but saw a little cloud and mist under the South Heaven Gate. Below were the smallest areas, which listed the gods of the Underworld.

Wang Sheng looked behind his back for a while. The Taoist disciples must worship the Three Qingshou, and even more so when they see the ancestor.

Although the ancestor was there...

Seeing that the incense was almost burning, Wang Sheng took three incense sticks and led them on the candle. He bowed respectfully and inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner.

My father's laughter came from the side: "It's not okay to burn incense like this, you have to kowtow! It won't work if you don't kowtow!"

Wang Sheng nodded and kowtowed to the Sanqing Patriarch and the Mantian God. Maybe he could still make up red envelopes when he saw these Patriarchs in the future...

Wang Sheng knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, "Gods three ghosts four times", this is the priority.

He looked up and was about to stand up, but suddenly he realized that spiritual thoughts caught a trace of strangeness.

He stood up, frowned and stared at the image of the gods, and then looked at the wisps of white smoke. It seemed that through the white smoke, he really saw a treasure hall, but when he looked closely, it was still just a portrait printed by a machine...

Is it really powerful?

Yes, the path of cultivation has been opened now, and these gods who have passed down the path of cultivation have definitely existed in theory.

Whether they are the first to explore the method of cultivation to become immortals, or are the "gods" who have come to the earth to enlighten the ancients, they must have existed on the earth.

Wang Sheng turned his head and looked at the three big guys who had already started to move their chopsticks there, and smiled helplessly, without waiting for him.

"Senior sister, come and worship, we have our ancestors on it."

"Oh!" The senior sister left the dining table reluctantly, stepped on the slippers and ran over, and kowtowed three times in front of the statue.

Wang Sheng, who had been watching the statue of the god carefully felt that he wanted to feel whether the "power of incense" really existed. However, the strange thing he noticed this time shocked him so much that he was sweating all over his body...

When the senior sister kowtowed, there was indeed a faint but real fluctuation of spiritual thoughts in the curling white smoke, which seemed to be the senior sister's wish.

This should be the power of incense, but it is very weak.

However, Wang Sheng, who noticed the power of incense and was about to feel it carefully, suddenly saw that in the clouds and mist beside the Lingxiao Palace, there was a "nameless female fairy" drawn with just a few strokes, as if it was alive. The eyes with only two strokes were pointed out, as if they had a look, falling on himself and his senior sister!

In an instant, Wang Sheng's hair stood up all over his body, and he almost subconsciously grabbed his senior sister's arm and pulled her up to protect her behind him.

But everything seemed like an illusion. Wang Sheng's fingers trembled slightly. The image of the god statue was still there. The strange portrait of the nameless female fairy just now appeared was exactly the same.

White smoke emerged from the wind blowing, and was pumped away by the exhaust fan on the side without any fluctuations.

"Um?"

A small hand stretched out from behind and landed on Wang Sheng's forehead; Wang Sheng turned his head and smiled at his senior sister, then frowned and looked at the unknown female fairy who looked at the divine position map for a while.

The more I looked at it, Wang Sheng always felt that this female fairy seemed a little familiar...

"Dad, where did you buy this God's Tale Map?"

"A colleague from the unit bought it for a wholesale price of a few dozen yuan," Wang's father replied with a smile, "Come and have a meal, and then study it after eating. This is the New Year."

Mu Wanxuan pulled Wang Sheng to the dining table and pressed him on the chair; the New Year’s Eve dinner is the top priority today, and everything else is a trivial matter.

Wang Sheng ran to the living room again, took a photo of the divine position map with his mobile phone, searched on the Internet, but found no information, and sent a photo to Mou Yue.

Soon, Mou Yue replied: "It's the New Year, Master Wang doesn't say Happy New Year."

Wang Sheng quickly typed four words: "Happy New Year."

‘Puff, happy…what’s wrong?’

The news about Mou Yue quickly spread back: 'This is a popular worship picture in the past two years. It seems that someone has mentioned it. Is there any problem with this picture? Taoist Wang?'

‘Check out who is pushing this divine position map behind it. I don’t understand the power of incense, but it does. Don’t be used by evil cultivators.’

Wang Sheng was worried about this.

A few minutes later, the news from Mou Yue came back, first sent an embarrassing emoji, and then briefly explained.

This map of worshiping the gods is officially promoted, otherwise it would not have spread to all parts of China within two years.

Mou Yue did not explain the specific reason, but just said that it seemed that he was going to do some research.

Research?

What the research institute has created? Those big guys have long started to study the power of incense?

Wang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. It would be better if he wasn't an evil cultivator to cause trouble.

Feeling that his father looked at him with a stern look, Wang Sheng quickly threw his phone aside, picked up the happy water of the fat man in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Happy New Year!"

My parents and senior sister raised their glasses together. My parents shouted "Happy New Year", so my senior sister shouted "Music" and pretended to be mixed in.

Then Wang Sheng blinked, "Mom, can you drink carbonated drinks?"

The mother, who had always maintained her mentality in her youth, smiled guiltily, "Little bit, little bit."

"It's the New Year, your mother is not a prisoner, why can't you drink?" A middle-aged uncle taught a lesson with an old and angry autumn, and Wang Sheng quickly lowered his head to have a meal.

The home address can be seen.

...

The same moment.

In the hinterland of the Great China Kingdom, inside a hollowed-out mountain, hundreds of meters underground, the headquarters of the "Monastery Institute".

A harsh alarm sounded everywhere, and a group of middle-aged and elderly researchers in white coats rushed to the bottom of the institute with excitement.

The "Female Corpse on the Moon" that had been calmed for several years suddenly changed in the center of the vast site full of precision instruments, and its long hair kept fluttering.

The isolation cover around her could completely block the vitality, but at this time, a trace of crack appeared in the isolation cover, and strong winds gathered towards the isolation cover from all directions, constantly squeezing the isolation cover.

An old man sitting in a wheelchair shouted: "She is about to wake up again! Hurry up! Open the isolation cover quickly! Don't trap her, open the external path!"

Someone immediately refuted: "Deputy Director, the air force outside is not ready to take place yet. What if she flew away directly? Who can be responsible for this?"

"We can't trap her..."
Chapter completed!