The snake spirit has to refine it when entering the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner. His magic power is now impossible, and he has to pretend to draw talismans later.

Although it is a simple evil-exorcist talisman, the combined hundreds of pictures are enough for him to be busy.

It was dawn this time, and Shang Biao's great power was mostly restored, and as long as he didn't fight, it would be enough.

"Master, you are awake! There is nothing good in the countryside. Don't dislike these simple foods."

The old man who took the lead yesterday seemed to have not slept all night, and one of them was waiting at the door. When he saw Shang Biao open his eyes, he brought a bowl of rice porridge, two coarse grain cakes, and a few dew-stained cucumbers to Shang Biao.

"You're welcome, just practice Taoism and eat wind and drink dew. I wonder what you always call it?"

"The old man's surname is Wan. Tian is the chief of Sanshui Village. Just call me Lao Wan."

"Well, are the cinnabar and yellow paper ready?"

Shang Biao patted the dust on his body and stood up and asked.

"There are yellow papers, but the cinnabar will not be found for a while. We can't go out now, so we have asked that master to go to Xiangyang City to buy them."

As soon as Lao Wan finished speaking, Yuantong's voice rang at the door.

"I have also bought cinnabar, just wait for Brother Shinan to draw the talisman."

"Master, you left an hour ago and were back so soon?"

Lao Wan was startled by Yuantong's voice and asked in surprise.

Yuantong smiled and didn't explain, but Shang Biao understood in his heart.

The monk's message clearly records a rare Buddhist magical power - the Divine Foot Power. He probably wanted to save people, so he used this magical power directly and traveled back and forth to Xiangyang within an hour.

The magical powers are different from Taoist methods, and they consume a person's soul power. This monk is a truly compassionate heart.

Seeing that the table was even arranged outside the door, Shang Biao didn't say anything else, so he took out a talisman pen and drew it one by one.

After drawing hundreds of evil-removing talismans, Shang Biao personally helped the villagers activate it.

The talismans are not useless. After the demonic energy is discharged, these villagers can at least walk on their legs instead of dragging their bodies to crawl.

"Aren't fellow Taoist going to leave?"

After Shang Biao helped the last villager activate the talisman, he asked Yuantong beside him.

It is impossible to kill, and this annoying monk is here, so many things are inconvenient to do.

"Amitabha, the little monk was going to go back to the temple to continue worshiping the Buddha, but I was really worried about these villagers, so I was going to wait a little longer."

Yuantong's face turned slightly red and she replied with a little embarrassed.

Humph, monks don’t tell lies, but when this monk lies, he just opens his mouth. The villagers are afraid they are not at ease. Shang Biao glanced at Yuantong and did not expose it.

"Oh, since that's the case, I want to preach here, and fellow Taoists can also listen."

"I don't know what the way my friend preaches? Which great god is worshipped?"

"The old mother Wusheng, the Tao of Yan Luo!"

Hearing these eight words, Yuantong paused the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Shang Biao ignored him and walked directly to the villagers who were gathering together.

"Everyone, calm down and let me say a few words."

"Master, you told me that as long as we can do it, we will never refuse."

Old Man Wan pressed his palms down, and after the villagers quit, he said on behalf of others.

"I have another method here to gradually restore your appearance, but it will take some time to take effect. This is a method of self-rescue. You must be sincere, otherwise it will bring disaster to you."

"Master, please tell me quickly. We are all like this. How bad can we be?!"

"Yes! Taoist priest, I must be sincere."

The villagers spoke in a verbal way and urged Shang Biao.

"Well, this method is to join my Yama Sect and believe in the old mother without birth, the Yama Emperor. As long as you pray to the Yama Emperor every day and worship it sincerely, the Yama Emperor will definitely bring down miracles and help you restore your appearance."

"I will set up a statue of the God of Yama here and then teach it to the teachings for a day. If there are those of you who are sincere, you will see the effect tomorrow."

As soon as Shang Biao finished speaking, more than a dozen villagers fell to the ground and prayed to Wusheng Lao Mother. The influence of the White Lotus Sect can be seen, and even the small village has many believers.

Under the leadership of these people, others also follow suit, no matter whether they are effective or not, they will believe it first.

Shang Biao did not correct their blind beliefs, but entered the ancestral hall.

Collect the broken black snake statues one by one, take out the magic sword, and cut the gravel and grind it.

After a while, the gravel turned into powder. After adding a bucket of rootless water, the stone powder turned into a mud ball.

The snake spirit was summoned by Shang Biao and after entering the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner, its originally white soul body and a trace of black seeped into it.

"Tell me how to gather the power of faith, you have to use it yourself."

The snake spirit recognized the mud ball at a glance as it was transformed by his own Dharma image, understood Shang Biao's thoughts, and sneered in his heart. After passing a divine thought into his mind, he returned to the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner.

Shang Biao pinched his face and shaped his head according to his beautification. He used magic power to carve the runes that converge faith told by the snake spirit into his hollow head.

The statue is heavy, as long as you pinch your head well, the rest of the world will be the same.

After some kneading, a half-human-high statue was ready.

Cast a spell to penetrate the runes on the body of the divine statue, summon the ghost child, and let it dry with Yin Fire.

A newly released statue of the Emperor of Yama was shaped. It was said to be Yama, but it was not the King of Yama in the underworld.

The name is a divine name fabricated by Shang Biao. This Emperor Yan Luo is the son of God sent to the world by Wusheng Lao Mother to save the people. He has supreme magic power and believers can enter the hometown of vacuum after death.

The appearance of the statue of God cannot be seen to be similar to Shang Biao from the outside, but in essence, it is a life statue established by Shang Biao for himself.

Living people stand in statues and immortality.

Throughout the dynasties, there have been people who have built statues and temples for the living to flatter the superiors.

Not to mention the distant future, the famous nine thousand-year-old Eunuch Wei, and Heshen and Zhongtang, who are still living in this plot world, have done this.

Shang Biao also had an idea after conquering the snake spirit and came up with this solution.

I don’t know whether it will be successful or not, what are the adverse consequences and what benefits will be brought about.

Anyway, there are theaters, at most, you can get a waste of time or spend some money to eliminate trouble.

Living people have the power of faith, and no one has ever tried this kind of thing in his cognition.

How could Shang Biao miss such a good opportunity?

The statue of the god created by the psychic obsidian powder has dropped a level on the grade, which is a bronze-level prop, with only one function to accelerate the condensation of faith.

Shang Biao moved the statue of the god out of the ancestral hall, and it was just noon.

Under the scorching sun, Shang Biao sat cross-legged in front of the statue and recited aloud:
Chapter completed!