"It's become an old object again..."

After reciting a Taoist scripture, Fang Yi had already woken up from entering into meditation, looked down at the string of small Vajra Bodhi in his hand, and found that the originally grayish-white beads were obviously dark red, and the somewhat tricky little serrated teeth of the beads themselves became extremely smooth.

"One blessing should be fifteen to twenty years. What if I continue to blessing?" A thought flashed through Fang Yi's mind. He immediately recited the scriptures silently and walked on Zhou Tian, ​​and his three fingers in his right hand kept twisting the beads.

About an hour later, when Fang Yi opened his eyes and looked at the beads in his hand, he found that the color of the beads was already slightly black, and the whole beads were shrinking in circles, but the layer of patina outside became heavier, revealing a vicissitudes of time.

"Okay, let's do this for this string of beads..."

Fang Yi did not continue, but picked up another string of small-leaf red sandalwood. After all, this string of small gold coins was to be given to Zhao Hongtao. If he gave it a hundred years to play with it, it would be difficult to explain at that time.

"This time I only recite scriptures, not walking on the true energy, to see if it will be blessed with the beads?" Fang Yi held the string of small-leafed red sandalwood in his hand and recited the Taoist scriptures in his mouth, but his eyes were open. He wanted to see the changes in the beads with the most intuitive vision.

But Fang Yi could not see it. When he recited the scriptures, a trace of thought power flowed out along Fang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness and wandered in his body. Even if he did not walk around the world, the thought power was transmitted from Fang Yi's hand to the beads.

The red-leafed rosewood, which was originally a little red, gradually changed its color under Fang Yi's eyes. It was a little black, and then the whole body turned black, and even the lines on it could not be seen clearly.

Moreover, whenever Fang Yi rubs his fingers, the color of the beads will become softer, and even the patina process can be reflected through the naked eye. After Fang Yi finished reciting a Taoist scripture, a thick layer of slurry was already born on the surface of the string of small-leafed red sandalwood.

"Reciting scriptures has a good effect..." Fang Yi's eyes lit up, and he changed his beads to his hands. This time he wanted to try what effect would it have on the beads if he didn't recite scriptures and just walked around the sky?

After a while, Fang Yi looked at the beads in his hand and felt a little clear. "It seems that my magical power should not have much to do with true qi. Although it also has some effect, it is far less important than the change of beads when chanting scriptures and playing... "

This time, although the beads in Fang Yi's hand also changed a little, the beads themselves became brighter. That is, the beads that Zhao Hongtao told Fang Yi that the beads had not changed much as a whole. Without the blessing of the mind power of the sea of ​​consciousness, the magical power that could make the beads become vicissitudes of time did not appear.

"Do you want to find some other object to try?" Putting down the beads in your hand, Fang Yi looked around the room. The room he lived in was very simple. The beds and other things were newly bought. Apart from a table, there was only one chair.

"Hmm? This paperweight is OK..." Fang Yi saw a piece of paperweight on the table. He had some impression of this paperweight. It seemed that he had taken it from the first floor the day he made the talisman. It was a paperweight made of red rosewood.

"This thing is a bit large, I wonder if it's OK?" Fang Yi walked out of the bed and held the paperweight in his hand. After returning to the bed, he sat cross-legged, placed the town between his legs, and gently rubbed the paperweight with his right hand.

"It works, and this paperweight has grown old..."

After reciting a Taoist scripture, Fang Yi found that the red rosette paperweight in his hand had changed from red black patterns to black red patterns, and a layer of patina appeared on it, and the entire paperweight became extremely beautiful.

"It seems that his magical power is not only useful to beads, but also to slightly larger objects..." Fang Yi thought in his mind, but he didn't know what other functions could be used to accelerate the time of objects?

"I don't know if the blessings I received during chanting scriptures would cause some change if they act on living creatures?"

This thought suddenly appeared in Fang Yi's mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little chilled. If the magical powers that have passed by time can really be blessed to people, wouldn't it make people grow old in one thought?

"God has the virtue of being alive, and he will not give himself such supernatural powers, right?"

This thought flashed in Fang Yi's mind and was eliminated by him. Moreover, Fang Yi would never try this. You should know that birth, old age, sickness and death are under the control of the legendary King of Yama. It would be contrary to the harmony of heaven and would be punished by heaven.

From ancient times to the present, as foreign sorcerers who can see the secrets of heaven and change their destiny, many of their actions are done under the permission of heaven and earth, because they understand the principles and serious consequences of heaven and earth more than ordinary people.

"Prefer to the dead..."

After Fang Yi gave up that thought, he focused on the only chair in the room. After half an hour, Fang Yi stopped chanting scriptures because he found that his blessing did not work for the chair.

"Maybe it's because this chair is too large?" Fang Yi kept trying and thinking and analyzing. In a blink of an eye, the sky outside was already shining with bright light, and the night passed.

"The blessing of chanting the scriptures by oneself can only be applied to objects that can be played with with both hands. Every time you recite the Taoist scriptures, the blessing time will be between ten and twenty years..."

When I got up and refining my energy on the balcony on the third floor, Fang Yi's mind was still thinking, "There is a saying that it is called gilding for years. It can be seen that years can indeed increase the value of things that have been settled. Then my magical power is called time!"

Fang Yi read various Taoist scriptures and read many Buddhist scriptures, but in his memory, there seems to be no supernatural power in both Buddhist and Taoist sects, which are similar to the supernatural powers that can make the years pass. Since there is no forefront, Fang Yi gave him a name himself.

"No wonder the ancients tried their best to cultivate their spiritual consciousness, hoping to make their spiritual consciousness stronger and enter the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. It turns out that the sea of ​​consciousness is really amazing..."

Thinking of the magical powers produced by himself after the car accident, Fang Yi's thinking spread out. He could vaguely guess that the reason why he developed magical powers must be related to the time when the magical consciousness was sucked into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. In the gray fog deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, I don't know how many secrets of human bodies are hidden.

However, Fang Yi didn't know that the magical power he produced was closely related to the Gabala who was damaged during a car accident and absorbed by his body.

That Gabala was made of the skull of a monk a thousand years ago, which contained the mind power that the monk had cultivated throughout his life. It was the blessing of these mind powers that could ensure that Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness could be safely released after being sucked into the sea of ​​consciousness. Otherwise, Fang Yi would have become a living dead person now.

Fang Yi also didn't know that he not only had Taoist magic power in his body, but also Buddhist mental power.

However, Fang Yi's current situation is exactly what the saying in the Book of Changes: The world is the same but the path is different. Whether it is Buddhism and Taoism to become immortals, the ultimate goal of his cultivation is to develop the magical treasures hidden in the human body, so that he can possess some extraordinary supernatural powers and superpowers.

When the first ray of rays of rays appeared on the sky, Fang Yi, who was standing in a stance, opened his mouth and sucked a trace of purple air that could not be seen at all by his naked eyes. The morning exercises were over, and it took another cycle. Fang Yi had been practicing for sixteen or seventeen years, and never stopped for a day.

Back on the second floor, the doors of Fatty and Sanpao were open, and they slept like dead pigs. However, what made Fang Yi speechless was that both of them placed their phones in the most conspicuous position on the head of the bed. It was obvious that they had been fiddling with each other until midnight before going to bed yesterday.

"These strings cannot be taken out..."

Fang Yi came to the head of the bed in his room. Looking at the strings of beads that were blessed as old objects, he felt a little scratched his head. After taking out the strings that were to be given to Zhao Hongtao, Fang Yi found a bag to put them in the other strings, and then hid them in his box.
Chapter completed!