Faith was mysterious to begin with. It was definitely not as useless as it was in the eyes of ordinary cultivators. Therefore, he decisively made a move and supported Hua Wenwu without hesitation. He just wanted to test what kind of existence faith was and what kind of help it could bring him.
"Totem? What kind of totem? " Of course, Di Shitian knew what the totem was, but he would not reveal it in front of others. The totem itself was a secret. In the whole of China, the number of people who knew the real inside story of the totem was definitely less than five. He pretended to be puzzled and shook his head.
Lin Die was obviously a lively person. When she saw that even Di Shitian did not know, she seemed to have a sense of accomplishment. She chattered, "Big Brother Di, you don't know. When the new Emperor of China ascended the throne, he suddenly announced that he had the bloodline of the sacred beast black tiger and was a descendant of the sacred beast. Therefore, all the people of China are the descendants of the sacred beast black tiger and respect the black tiger as their totem. A large number of craftsmen were also dispatched to the imperial capital to build a statue day and night, preparing to set it up in the center of the imperial capital. I went to see it with my other sisters. The statue is almost finished. That black tiger is so majestic … "
This little girl didn't seem to be scheming at all. In front of Sakra, it was as if she was spilling beans. She rattled out everything that she knew, as if she was presenting a treasure, telling him everything in full detail.
"It seems that Hua Wenwu did a good job and did not disappoint my expectations. If this is the case, I can give him some benefits appropriately." Di Shitian listened while muttering to himself in his heart. He also had a good evaluation of Hua Wenwu's actions. Especially when he said that he was the descendant of the sacred beast.
Not only did it eliminate the resistance of the people to the greatest extent, but it also imperceptibly increased his reputation and made him sit more firmly on the chair. The means of a superior were displayed invisibly. It was very difficult for ordinary people to detect it.
All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, but he still said perfunctorily, "Oh, if that's the case, I'll have to go to the Imperial Capital to take a look if I have the chance."
The totem was already in progress, but the golden body had not been completely molded yet. When it was molded and erected, the statue would be a place to store faith. At that time, as long as the people of China worshipped him, the power of faith they emitted would naturally enter the statue.
According to the jade slip, such a statue would become different from an ordinary statue when it gathered the power of faith. The more power of faith it gathered, the more mystical the golden body would become. If the golden body was placed here, it would gather the power of faith for eight to ten years.
At that time, even if the cultivators saw it, they would have a feeling of being suppressed unconsciously. It truly possessed supreme power. This kind of power was not his own, but was given by all his believers. This was because when they prayed, they would naturally think of the totem in their hearts. The totem was powerful, invincible, and so on.
When this kind of thought was superimposed, incredible power would appear.
It was like the Buddha statues in some ancient temples. The Buddha statues that had been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years would have a kind of power that people did not dare to look at easily. This was the effect of faith.
There was another point. At that time, the golden body of the totem was placed in the Imperial Capital. If China was in crisis, the totem would naturally send out a kind of protective power to protect the Imperial Capital. It could be said to be incomparably wonderful.
All these were what Di Shitian saw from the jade slip and figured out by himself. But he did not see it with his own eyes. He really intended to go and see it with his own eyes when the statue was erected.
Lin Die could not stay with Di Shitian for long. After saying some interesting things, she reluctantly left, leaving Di Shitian alone to meditate.
The next day, when Kotomi came again, as expected, she played the "Heart Cleansing Bodhi Song" for Di Shitian. When listening to the song, his mind was once again promoted to the unique state of clarity. At this time, he let his mind come into contact with the sadness. As expected, they slowly began to merge.
Or it could be said that his mind was slowly adapting to the existence of the sadness.
This kind of adaptation was quite slow. Even with the Heart Cleansing Bodhi Song, it still could not speed up. It could only merge bit by bit and adapt bit by bit. It was estimated that if he could listen to the song every day and merge with the power emitted by the song, it would take at least about half a year to a year.
However, Di Shitian was not just listening to the song. Intentionally or unintentionally, he silently watched the rhythm and notes played by Kotomi. Then, he remembered it in his mind with his powerful memory.
"Other people's things will always be other people's. Only when you hold it in your own hands can it truly belong to you."
He was deliberately learning the Heart Cleansing Bodhi Song. If he wanted to shape the Demon Vein, he couldn't just shape the Sorrow Vein. He had to shape the other Desire Veins as well. At that time, if there were any hidden dangers, he couldn't just stay in the Guqin Melody Valley and let the Guqin Heart play for him.
Self-rescue!!
He had to master the instinct to rescue himself.
However, this 《Heart Cleansing Bodhi Song》 was indeed worthy of being one of the immortal songs. The changes in notes and rhythm could be said to be quite complicated. The most important thing was the technique used during playing. It was obviously completely different from playing an ordinary song. Di Shi Tian guessed that this technique might be the true essence of the zither song.
After all, a divine song needed to be filled with True Yuan in the ten fingers. When playing, the True Yuan would enter the strings. Only then could the True Yuan unleash its unique power. Just by looking at the notes and rhythm, it was slightly difficult to remember. However, to truly learn the essence of the song, one had to know the unique technique of the song.
Di Shitian knew very well that he had no reason to ask Kotomi to teach him. The only way was to observe carefully and hope that he could deduce it after a long day.
After listening to the song, Qinxin continued to teach other songs, and continued to train the playing skills and so on. Every day was very regular. Learning the zither and cultivating, neither of them missed the other.
In the blink of an eye, time flew.
Three months later, in the imperial capital, Di Shitian's totem was completed. He also received Hua Wenwu's notice and went to take a look personally. The totem was unusually tall and mighty. It had pitch-black hair and a purple king pattern on its forehead. Its head was raised high proudly and looked at the void. Its body exuded a domineering aura that shot up to the sky.
The totem was obviously carved by a master. Even its aura was vivid and lifelike. It seemed to be looking down on the common people.
Under the natural power of the totem, many people were immediately convinced after it was erected in the center of the imperial capital. When Di Shitian was in the imperial capital, he clearly perceived that there were wisps of mysterious power emerging from these people. Some were heterogeneous, some were pure, and all of them went into the totem.
The totem was like a bottomless pit. No matter how much power of faith went in, it was not satisfied at all. It could be said that it swallowed as much as it came.
Because Di Shitian himself was the object of the people's faith, he could feel the existence of the power of faith. He could also clearly see wisps of milky white gas entering the totem. He could also feel the mysterious power in it, but he could not use it.
He guessed that he probably needed to break the restriction in the jade slip to know its true use.
He was not too anxious about this.
The totem had just been established, and there were not many believers. However, he believed that under the imperceptible influence of time, in the future, the totem would be deeply rooted in the hearts of all the people in China. At that time, it would naturally be a matter of course.
In the regular Guqin Sound Valley, he lived an almost secluded life.
Unknowingly, a whole year quietly slipped away from him.
"Phew!"
A year was not long, and there were almost no changes in the Guqin Sound Valley. The purple bamboo forest was still full of vitality, and the originally newly built bamboo buildings had a trace of wind and frost. A gentle breeze gently blew, bringing a trace of coolness. Now, it was the autumn season. Many plants began to wither.
In the bamboo building, Di Shitian let out a long breath of turbid air, opened his eyes, stood up, came to the window, and looked outside. His eyes were still deep and incomprehensible.
"The immortal cultivators have a saying that makes sense. Time really flies. Think about it, in the blink of an eye, I have been away from the Southern Barbarian for a year and a half. I wonder how the Myriad Demon Valley is now, and what about Little White? "
Di Shitian's words contained an inexplicable color. Although he was in the human world, he always remembered his identity and his roots were always in the Southern Barbarian.
"It's almost time to go back."
A thought emerged in his mind. In the past year, with the help of Kotomi's music, the sorrow pulse in his body had been preliminarily integrated with his mind in just half a year. He had tried it. Now, even if he took out the Lü Qi Zither, the influence of the sorrow pulse on his body would not erode his mind. It could be said that his mind had begun to adapt to the mood of the sorrow pulse.
Since then, he had never slacked off in his cultivation. The demonic spirit in the Demon-refining Cauldron had risen to two-thirds of its original level. Compared with a year ago, his strength had more than doubled. Di Shitian was confident that even if he faced Wan Tao again, he could compete with him. At least, he would not be as embarrassed as before.
He had basically learned all the skills he wanted to learn, and he had mastered most of the songs. There was not much point in staying in the valley.
Naturally, he had the intention to leave.
He looked up at the slowly rising sun in the east. Strands of golden light sprinkled on the earth, making it look vigorous. Purple Qi came from the east. All of them showed exuberant vitality.
"The rising sun is full of vitality. But where is the vitality of the Demon Clan?"
Di Shitian's pupils contracted, and a firm look burst out. He could not help but clench his fists, and his body was overflowing with an unyielding belief and endless fighting spirit. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen, please go to www.qidian.com. More chapters, support the author, support the original reading!)
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