Ten days later.

The Tianjia Caibuyuan was quiet in the courtyard, and a clear golden light was emitted from the good and evil cauldron. The faces on the cauldron were closed and their expressions were peaceful.

Ning Tao finished his practice and came to the Cauldron of Good and Evil. Looking at the twenty divine crystals in the Cauldron, a feeling of sorrow suddenly emerged.

These twenty or so divine crystals are the result of the past ten days.

After ten days of hard work and hard work, there are only more than twenty divine crystals in this good and evil cauldron. How could he not be sad and discouraged by such a harvest?

Moreover, almost half of these pitifully few more than twenty divine crystals came from the contributions of Ruan Tianyin and Lin Qingyu. They thought of ways to contribute their energy of love, faith and goodness in different ways, and during this period, the most evil energy he collected from outside was the energy of evil.

The God-making plan operated by Xinshen Company was not successful.

Most people nowadays only have desires and no faith in their hearts. Even if you help them and satisfy their wishes, what they still produce is the gratitude of desires mixed with. While being grateful to you, they also want to get something from you.

However, there is also something that makes him feel a little relieved, that is his spiritual power cultivation.

During this period, he was busy collecting energy to refine divine crystals, and he had no time to refine evil and make up for good, so his spiritual power did not increase in quantity. However, through these fragmented practices in time, that is, every time he refines a divine crystal, he practiced it. Every time his spiritual power would be exaggerated by the divine crystal energy. After persisting in the past ten days, although his spiritual power had not been increased in quantity, it would become purer and more refined.

However, seeing the lifeline in the cauldron that had been shortened by almost one-third, his mood became worse again.

"Brother Ding, although you will be unhappy, I still have to disturb you. I feel uncomfortable if I don't say anything." Ning Tao nagged at Good and Evil Ding, "The clinic has been upgraded to a Caipu Hospital for about twenty days, and in a few days and ten days, it will be a month. According to the speed of shortening of the lifeline, if the situation does not improve, I think it should be fine if I live this month, but next month will be over, so I want to talk to you about the will..."

The faces on the good and evil cauldron opened their eyes, and an ancient and mysterious voice came from the cauldron: "It's so late, if you don't go back to sleep and collect the most loving energy, why are you complaining about me here?"

It also knows where those most beloved energy comes from.

Ning Tao felt a little embarrassed, but after the thickness of his face increased, he pretended not to know: "This is related to my life and death. What's wrong with me? If I really die, it would be good to have a will."

"Why do you think you will die?" The face on the tripod stared at Ning Tao, his eyes a little bit disgusted.

Ning Tao said: "The world lacks faith, and the energy of this ultimate faith is so difficult to earn. The lifeline is shortening every day. How long can I live? Also, your cauldron is so big that it can hold a thousand kilograms of rice? I have worked hard for more than ten days to refine more than twenty divine crystals. It is not enough to even rub a rice ball. Isn't this destined to be done?"

A voice came from the Cauldron of Good and Evil: "You complained to me, but I actually wanted to get a solution from me."

Ning Tao looked honest and waited quietly.

"I'll give you the six-character mantra."

Ning Tao said excitedly: "Thank you! What six-character mantra?"

A voice came from the Cauldron of Good and Evil: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

Ning Tao: “…”

"Also, can your eyes only see this world?" asked the Good and Evil Ding.

Ning Tao's heart moved: "Brother Ding, what do you mean?"

But the good and evil cauldron closed his eyes and ignored him.

Ning Tao called out twice and gave up when he saw that it had no reaction. He thought about the last sentence of the Good and Evil Cauldron: "Can my eyes only see this world? Can I see another world..."

A ray of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.

Could it be that it is reminding him that the past time and space can also earn these four kinds of energy?

Becoming a god cannot be done in one day or ten or twenty days. Such a thing is equivalent to building the highest statue of the world. Now the workers are still building the foundation and needing thousands of believers to worship it, and then they have to wait until the statue is completed.

But he can't wait for that day. At the speed of shortening his lifeline, and at the success of his God-making plan, he may be done.

So, during this period of time laying the foundation, why don’t he go through time and space to look for opportunities?

In the past, the good thoughts and evil thoughts and sins of those who were unable to earn the past were different from the energy of the most love, faith and the most good and evil. They have nothing to do with merit and sin, and are the energy generated by the soul. Therefore, it can be collected theoretically.

Do it as soon as you say it.

Ning Tao took the Zhenshita, the building board and the cloud ore, placed it on the ground in the lobby, and then put a death talisman on his forehead. Then he took out a ancestral pill from the small medicine box and bit off a piece.

During this process, he glanced at the face of the human on the Cauldron of Good and Evil with the corner of his eyes.

What will it react when eating the Ancestral Pill in front of it?

The faces on the good and evil cauldron did not react at all.

This result was as expected by him.

boom!

Darkness surged like a tide.

After a minute of darkness, the light around it surged, and it felt like colorful water was flowing around it, and then it was fixed in an instant.

Here is a room with desks, bookshelfs and chairs, and a table for drinking tea, placed next to the window.

There was a painting on the desk, and there was a woman on the painting, with her pen and ink still dry.

Ning Tao looked at the woman in the painting and felt a little familiar feeling in his heart. But the paintings in ancient times were not oil paintings, but they just gave him a little familiar feeling, but they couldn't remember who it was.

He came to the window and opened it.

The golden sunshine blew towards us, and the wind blew, lifting up the willow branches.

This is the second floor, and there is a street downstairs with many stores, but there are not many pedestrians on the street.

This street is still Chang'an University Lane. He came here last time and met Princess Taiping on this street. He also took her tailwind sedan to Fuyun Garden, so he recognized it at a glance.

University Lane is still the same university Lane, but it is much deserted.

Ning Tao was a little confused and said secretly: "Is this the time and space before Princess Taiping or the time and space after?"

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind, and then stopped at the door.

Ning Tao hid behind a vertical screen.

The door opened, and several people wearing black warrior uniforms and black scarfs on their faces walked into the study, and the last one walked to close the door.

Ning Tao looked at these people through the gaps in the vertical screen.

These people were holding sharp knives in their hands, and each sharp knives were stained with blood.

What's going on here?

Ning Tao came here and didn't think of anything else. His first reaction was to observe the environment around him, and then open the window to look outside, but he didn't expect this situation to happen.

A man in black stopped at the desk, picked up the painting that had just been drawn, looked at it, and said coldly: "The painting is painted with the monster Yang Yuhuan, the ink trace has not dried, and the ghost hand painting saint Zhang Daozi must have not escaped, search!"

Behind the vertical screen, Ning Tao was shocked and actually came to the time and space where Yang Yuhuan was!

He couldn't help but get excited. You must know that if you could see Yang Yuhuan, you could learn the truth of the prophecy from her mouth.

In history, Yang Yuhuan was the imperial concubine of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. She was powerful and had a great power. However, she died in the Anshi Rebellion and her body was buried in Mazaopo. But history was written by people. The Yang Yuhuan he knew was a cultivator and was buried at the bottom of the South China Sea!

A man in black walked quickly to the window, looked out, and then closed the window.

The man in black who was holding the painting looked at the vertical screen and snorted coldly: "Come out, don't hide, the ghost hand drawing saint Zhang Daozi, I know you are hiding behind."

Ning Tao didn't know who the ghost hand Zhang Daozi was. There was never such a person in the history he had learned, and no relevant paintings remained in later generations. The only thing he knew was that he was discovered, and these people were not ordinary people.

"Come out!" the man in black holding the painting scolded.

Ning Tao walked out from behind the vertical screen, with a black windbreaker, bare thighs and a pair of socks, just like the last day trip to Datang.

Last time he met Princess Taiping and was eaten by her in the sedan chair, he wanted to pull out silk and knit a pair of pants when he went back, but he was too busy and had no time to do this. This time he was just a temporary idea, so he still had only a Tianbao robe and windbreaker, a pair of socks, and was hung in a gap.

Fortunately, the windbreaker was buttoned, otherwise the gear lever would be exposed.

As soon as Ning Tao came out, several men in black rushed up to surround him, and two of them even put the sharp knife in their hands on his neck.

The man in black who was holding the painting was obviously a leader. He took out a folded piece of paper from his collar and opened it, and it was also a painting.

The painting is a young man with a brush sketch, which is not similar to Ning Tao, but the person in the painting strangely leaves a buzz cut, which is similar again.

"It's you!" said the leader of the man in black.

Ning Tao: “…”

The ancients used this kind of brush to draw pictures to catch people, but the chances of being caught in the wrong person were about seven or eight. I don’t know how many people died unjustly.

Ning Tao was wronged, but he didn't mind. These men in black all had a strong anger on their bodies. They were not good people at first glance. They were not good people, and there was blood flowing on the tip of the knife. What they were going to do was obviously not good. No matter how bad they were, they could still harvest a little bit of evil energy from them.

After making up his mind, Ning Tao said, "Several heroes, who are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the leader of the man in black hit him with a knife and hit him hard on his lower abdomen.

It didn't hurt at all, but Ning Tao still bent down very well and screamed: "Ouch!"
Chapter completed!