"No, come again?"

In a pure white space, someone blurted out, breaking the silence.

Seeing the purple mist boiling around the bronze bell again, Ouyang Rong's head was covered with black lines and he almost stopped cursing.

Above the head, a purple mist mixed with some pink threads seemed like flowing water, flowing down from the clock with simple carvings.

The carvings on the ancient bronze bell were blurred, and the dripping rich purple gas seemed to evaporate in mid-air and dissipated.

Another blessing!

And when Ouyang Rong got closer and took a closer look, he faintly discovered that in addition to pink silk threads, there was also a little light blue fog thread mixed in the purple mist.

It's just that blue and purple are slightly similar, so I didn't look closely at them just now to confuse them. It's more obvious in the purple mist that flows vertically from the clock body.

Some are pink and some are light blue.

What kind of wonderful blessing is this?

This is the first time I've encountered this.

But this time, there was no frightening bloody mist last time, so it was relatively safe.

At least it can represent something meaningful. There hasn't been any danger recently, right?

But the lingering powder-containing mist made Ouyang Rong, a pure lover, frown.

"Is it possible that they are right, that I am not pure enough for love? No, it must not be possible."

Ouyang Rong shook his head firmly.

He looked carefully at the new light blue that appeared in the mist.

Blue gives people a feeling of quietness, serenity and cleanliness.

It doesn't seem to have a bad meaning.

Ouyang Rong muttered.

Flying to the ancient bronze bell, he reached out and touched the body of the clock, and a mysterious message immediately entered his mind.

"Five thousand merits, why don't you go and grab them?"

Ouyang Rong's eyes widened, he tilted his head back and left, and immediately pulled away from the ancient bronze bell.

"What kind of blessing? Five thousand merits from me are almost enough for me to use the command of seance to kill two groups of Lin Cheng and Wei Shaoqi."

Ouyang Rong changed to a brand new unit of measurement and added up, and his face suddenly became unhappy.

The last time he used the supreme skill of the Qing Dynasty to summon the gods, he consumed almost 3,000 merits.

But that's because as a "god", he used the red and black talisman as an anchor to remotely descend on Huang Feihong, who was the container.

Therefore, the purple mist consumes a little more merit.

If he himself used his own body as a descending vessel to summon other "gods" that had existed in the dark, it should be less.

It is estimated that it only consumes 2,500 merit points.

Well, it can be understood that one is at the top and the other is at the bottom. Taking the initiative on the top will definitely consume more, not only physical strength...

Anyway, at the moment, Merit Purple Mist can only be redeemed for large and small blessings that are randomly triggered.

There are also several uses:

Instead of spiritual energy, you can use the secret arts of other Taoist sects, such as the secret arts of the Zushitang of various schools in the Three Qing dynasties.

Another one is to use the Purple Mist of Merit instead of some kind of alchemist ritual to collect false incarnations for Mirage Mask.

The latter one requires 1,500 merits to do once.

Finally, when [Artisan] runs out of ammunition, the characteristics of the "empty nature of dependent origination" magical power can also be fueled by the purple mist of merit...

In total, the Merit Purple Mist has many uses, and now, the fortune bell in front of him is asking for five thousand.

"Don't forget, you are a blessing. You are not rare among handsome people. Don't be too greedy. Well, I don't really need you in the first place. In fact, you are not that good, so you may not redeem it..."

Ouyang Rong nodded as he spoke, looked at the seemingly spiritual ancient bronze clock in front of him, and spoke seriously:

"So can you lower the price a little, give me a friendship price, and make a friend?"

It's a pity that the ancient bronze bell remains in its original state, and the boiling and trembling purple mist remains unchanged. It seems that I didn't hear it, or said I didn't want to accept it.

Its little vibrating egg was buzzing and trembling, and in Ouyang Rong's eyes, it looked like a mighty Dese:

Do you like it or not?

Ouyang Rong looked suspicious, turned around and looked at the little wooden fish not far away.

I wonder if the fortune clock knows his "wallet balance" and is colluding with the little wooden fish?

The wave of merit points that have just been accumulated is about to be squeezed out in different ways.

Adhering to the pure love principle of cautiously redeeming blessings with the meaning of pink peach blossoms, Ouyang Rong turned around and temporarily put it behind him.

Soon, he came to the small wooden fish and cast his gaze above the small wooden fish.

I remember that before the Xingzifang Buddha incident, his remaining merits were... 4,772.

During this period, there were decreases and increases, roughly as follows:

Casting a divine command once will deduct 3,000 merits... leaving more than 1,700 merits.

At the Chrysanthemum Poetry Club in Xunyang Tower, I wrote "Inscribed on Chrysanthemums" while drunk, which astonished everyone... I gained more than 300 merits.

The Xingzi Lake Buddha collapsed, punishing Xiaoshou Lin, Wei, Wang and others, including the aftermath... a huge increase of more than 2,000 merits.

He was invited by Rong Zhen, Qin Yanqing, Yuan Huaimin and others to act as Chief Shi to clean up the mess in Xingzifang, appease the labor soldiers, calm the people's hearts... and gained more than a thousand merits.

Wenhua held a banquet in Shendu, and the Prime Minister took the lead in praising the emperor. "Inscriptions on Chrysanthemums" and "Shi Shuo" were famously passed down to Zhou Shilin. Ouyang Rong Wenhua's reputation spread far and wide and was widely praised. However, the merits brought by this fame were somewhat compromised...

…a huge increase of more than a thousand merits.

In addition, there are some scattered ones.

On behalf of the government, I comforted the families of Wang Lengran, Wei Shaoqi, and Shen Bingqiang... a small increase of more than 200 merits.

Accompanying Zhen Shuyuan, Ye Weila and other female relatives at home during the Spring Festival... A small increase of one hundred merits... After finally receiving the order, Rong Zhen, Aunt Song, Zhang Yu, Hu Fu and others were relieved and grateful... A small increase of one hundred merits...

There is also the excitement and gratitude expressed by the graceful and beautiful woman not long ago...

Oh, by the way, plus the two merit experience packs of Junior Sister and Lady Shi, small amounts of merit are revealed from time to time.

This goes back and forth.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the small wooden fish in front of him, and a long string of blue-gold fonts floated above it:

[Merits: six thousand five hundred and forty-one]

While staring, the little wooden fish made another "dong" sound, and the number "one" at the end of the font jumped to "two". I don't know which girl "missed" him again.

Ouyang Rong sighed, touched the warm and smooth little wooden fish, and said in a slightly sad tone:

"After deducting five thousand, there are only one thousand five hundred and forty-one left, which is not enough for one divine order..."

Think for a moment.

Didn't redeem it right away.

Ouyang Rong first left the merit tower.

In the empty study room, in front of the desk, he lowered his head and glanced at the white jade hairpin in his hand.

The white jade hairpin was placed back on the table.

The trembling bells in Ouyang Rong's ears disappeared in an instant.

The palm of the hand is once again covered with the white jade hairpin.

The trembling sound of the blessing bell struck my ears again.

Tried several times.

He dropped the white jade hairpin that looked like a vibrating egg remote control, threw his body on the back of the chair, and rubbed his face:

"Sure enough, it was the triggering condition for it.

"So this pink-blue blessing is related to the white jade hairpin?"

Ouyang Rong slowly cast his eyes towards the relics of Mother Zhao in the bundle spread out on the desk.

"This kind of pink blessing is actually not necessarily the wrong kind of peach color. The two-color blessing I exchanged last time, in hindsight, was just for Rong Zhen.

"At that time, I was drunk and writing half a sword formula in Xunyang City. I didn't expect that she was outside the building. If she entered the building, she would definitely expose her literary style and it would not end well at that time. No wonder it was a peach blossom evil spirit.

"But the peach blossom is not necessarily something wrong. Rather, it involves a woman."

Ouyang Rong had an idea: "Is it possible that my mother is still alive? The good fortune has something to do with her?"

But when I think about it carefully, I think it's a bit outrageous.

According to memory, Zhao's mother and Ouyang's father are both ordinary people, and the Ouyang family of Nanlong is also an ordinary local poor family in Luling. How can there be so many grievances and hatreds, why put this drama aside?

Ouyang Rong was not idle, and tried other things in Zhao's mother's relics, and found that the fortune clock did not respond.
To be continued...