Before he knew it, Chang Jin's soul had entered the peak of the third turn of human immortals, only one line away from the realm of ghost immortals. Unfortunately, although it was a line, it was like a natural barrier.

From the "Visualization Sutra", it is known that humans and immortals go from ghosts and immortals to ghosts and immortals is a threshold, and the focus is on understanding. If you do not have enough understanding, it will be difficult to enter the realm of ghosts and immortals for a lifetime.

Chang Jin was not panicked about this. He didn't have to worry at all after he entered the third turn of the human immortals.

However, the change of the magic pen in his mind made him a little depressed. Over the days, the original growing red luck gradually stopped, and no matter how he practiced, he did not grow at all.

He didn't know whether it was related to the soul or whether the luck had increased to a bottleneck period.

On this day, Chang Jin was studying under the lamp as usual, but he heard rustling sounds behind him.

Turning his head and looking, he found a weasel with a ball of rag on his head, his hind legs stood up, his front paws bowed to him, and then he made a tender and hoarse voice: "Young Master, do you think I look like a person?"

"This..." Chang Jin was shocked by the little guy's squeaking screams, and it suddenly spoke human words. He had seen monsters and ghosts speak long ago. However, this was the first time he had seen people like weasels who had not yet transformed but could speak human words, especially this guy had lived in his own home for several months.

Chang Jin admitted that it had all kinds of magic, but to this extent, it suddenly made people feel chilled in their hearts.

"Young master, do I look like a person?" Seeing that he didn't say anything, the weasel asked the second sentence. When he asked this, his eyes were full of desire. It looked like a little girl of seven or eight years old begging something to the adult.

To be honest, this little guy thought the rag on his head was like a human being, and he was just making a fool of himself. At this moment, Chang Jin had come to his senses and was about to answer that he didn't look like him, but he found tears in the weasel's small eyes, and the red light above his head spread slightly, as if he wanted to add some magic power to his words.

He immediately felt that the little guy asked this question had other meanings inside, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Chang Jin was thinking, and the weasel asked for the third time: "Young Master, do you think I look like a person?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the red color had begun to collapse, as if there were signs of instability.

"Like!" Chang Jin answered, a god who was sent to the ghost. It was strange. When he said this word, he could see that the red air on the little guy's head began to condense again, even a little stronger than before.

"Thank you, Young Master." I saw the weasel take a few steps back and stand two feet away from Chang Jin. Then I rolled on the ground and turned into a seven or eight-year-old girl with red lips and white teeth, looking very cute.

Chang Jin was just stunned, but he saw clearly that there was still a weasel on the ground, and the little girl looked like a phantom.

"What the hell is going on?" Chang Jin now felt that the weasel was able to deform because of what he said. It was just that he didn't understand the practice of the demon clan, so he didn't know the specific inside story.

"Young Master, please give me a personal name, and I will explain it in detail to you."

Chang Jin thought for a while and then said, "Why call me Xiaoqian."

"This name is good, I like it." She excitedly moved closer a few steps, then hurriedly retreated. After a safe distance, she bowed again and said, "Xiaoqian wrote that the young master gave her name. I used to live in the Reclining Buddha Temple, and monks did not kill animals, so it is safer to stay there. In the past, the Reclining Buddha Temple was in full swing. Over time, Xiaoqian got the opportunity to absorb a trace of incense and thought power, so she opened her mind and knew how to practice.

I have been practicing for fifty years. A few days ago, I met a young master. I listened to the young master reading and those monks chanting scriptures, so I followed the young master into my home... Our clan has two ways to practice and transform into shape. One is to cultivate the immortal path, and through hard work and practice for a hundred years, the other is to transform into the divine path, and use the power of human faith and wish to transform into a human being, and become Huang Daxian... Just now, I got what the young master said, Xiao Qian was finally perfect, and from today on, she will be able to absorb the power of incense and thoughts."

Huang Daxian!! This word is also very familiar on the earth. In the past, there were often such legends in rural areas, such as weasels becoming gods, which are very effective, etc. Chang Jin always thought it was nonsense, but now after listening to Xiaoqian’s narrative, he realized that they were all true.

Thinking of this, he asked again: "What do you mean, as long as we worship the Wong Tai Sin tablet, can you absorb the incense and improve your realm?"

Hearing his words, Xiaoqian exclaimed: "Young Master, you must not. If you worship me, you will not only harm me, but also harm the whole family."

"Oh?" Chang Jin was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say here.

"The gods must maintain their divine behavior through human incense. If the incense is insufficient, the gods will fall from the divine position. Especially for the single family worship, the incense is even less powerful. In order not to let themselves fall, the statue of the god can only desperately absorb the luck of the worshiper. If the fortune is weak, the family will be ruined, and the tribe will be destroyed. Although the young master is a person with great fortune, he cannot withstand such grabbing..." Xiaoqian obviously knew a lot about the gods and explained in detail.

After listening to her story, Chang Jin realized that Shinto had so many things to do. Then he asked, "If you don't have the power of incense, wouldn't you fall soon?"

"So that the young master knows that although I have switched to practice the divine way, I have not received the divine decree talisman, so I am not considered a real god, nor are I subject to this restriction."

"Then what are you going to do?" The little guy's identity changed too quickly, and Chang Jin was really uncomfortable for a while.

"Young Master is kind to me. I plan to stay at your house for a while, but I will fulfill my wish and find another temple to possess it." Xiaoqian did not hide it and told her all about her future plans.

"What kind of kindness? You kept sending prey when you were in a dilemma at my house, and saved Xiaoxiao twice. It was already equal. Let's just regard it as friends." Chang Jin didn't think he was helping any more, he just said something casually.

"In the eyes of the young master, it is just a sentence, but it has achieved perfection for Xiaoqian. You know, if you answered the word "no" just now, Xiaoqian will destroy most of her Taoist practices."

Chang Jin was surprised again when he heard this: "So serious?" The "Twelve-Level Tower Visualization Sutra" he practiced belongs to the Immortal Way Code and really doesn't understand all kinds of divine Tao.

"Have you ever heard that the word "destiny of God" can manifest saints in the world because of the gathering of human thoughts. People with great fortune can often make the gods prosperous incense. For example, if the real dragon emperor of today is the real dragon, if he speaks of the gods, it is a golden word and a jade word, and can be directly enthroned as a Taoist true god."

Chang Jin nodded and thought of another question: "Then will you look like this in the future?"

If someone suddenly sees a little girl of seven or eight years old, any rumors will probably breed. Not to mention outsiders, even the younger sister can't explain it.

"Xiaoqian wants to keep the human form all the time, but unfortunately the illusion cannot last too long, and it will only last half an hour at most. Moreover, this form can only be maintained in front of humans with weak yang energy. In front of people with strong yang energy, Xiaoqian cannot be confused at all. Especially young master, I have already learned to read and I don't even dare to get close to me."

When he sat down to discuss the same little girl of eight or nine years old, he really felt an indescribable sense of absurdity. However, thinking that the other party had been practicing for fifty years, Chang Jin was a little surprised and became obsessed with him.

"What is the realm of the river god in Qingshan Town?" he asked again.

"The realm of the divine way corresponds to the immortal way, and it is also divided from low to high into human, god, ghost, real god, god, god, etc., among which each realm is divided into three transformations. My current realm is the second transformation of human, god. I have also visited the River God Temple. Most of them are covered with red energy, and there are a few blue and black auras in the middle, which makes the green energy entangled, which means that it has just reached the realm of ghost and gods. As for the black energy, it should be transformed by its own demonic energy and human resentment..." Xiaoqian replied out loud.

After listening to her detailed explanation, Chang Jin realized that once he occupied the position of the River God, he would be subject to the constraints of the divine way and could not kill the humans under his control, otherwise he would feel resentment.

The strong red air above the River God Temple still cannot purify resentment and demonic energy, which only means that the River God takes too much blood to eat from humans.

It feels normal to think about it. So Goddess Guo is not a good thing himself, so how could the god she worships be a smart and upright god?

"This river god has a grudge against me. If you kill the river god, can you occupy the position of the river god?" As early as when killing the god Guo, Chang Jin intended to get rid of the river god in the Baishui River. However, his realm was too low at that time, so he endured it and did not take action.

"It is easy to occupy the position of the River God, and you can get the River God's imperial decree. It may be difficult to completely refine the imperial decree. Even the Baishui River God should not have been completely refined."

"Oh, why do you say that? What's the point?" Chang Jin asked curiously.

Although Xiaoqian is not at a high level, she knows a lot about the Shinto: "It's great for the young master to know that this Shinto is formed by a condensation of mountains, rivers and water veins, and is considered a certificate of the gods. If there is no Shinto, it is an evil spirit and will not be recognized by the Shinto. When fighting with people, it is naturally impossible to mobilize the spiritual power of the Shinto. This section of Baishui River in Qingshan Town is fifty or sixty miles long. If you want to fully control it, you must condense the Qing Shi to achieve the three transformations of ghosts and gods."

"So that's what it is..." He nodded and asked again.

It took half an hour before Xiaoqian explained the various things of Shinto. Chang Jin also had a general understanding of Shinto.

The divine way is very different from the immortal way. It focuses on the incense power. As long as the incense is sufficient, the realm will improve rapidly. On the contrary, the incense is neglected, and no matter how long it takes to practice, the realm will not be improved at all.

Moreover, when the gods fight against the enemy, they can also use the imperial talisman to borrow spiritual power from mountains and rivers for themselves. However, this spiritual power is borrowed after all. Once the divine position is gone, the spiritual power will disperse and the realm will quickly fall back.

The immortal way must be cultivated by oneself, accumulate bit by bit, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth must be integrated into oneself. Although the cultivation is slow, the spiritual power is truly possessed by oneself.

From this point of view, the way of gods is not as good as the way of immortals.

In short, each has its own gains and losses.
Chapter completed!