Mo Dao Zu Shi Incense Burner Novels & Stories

The incense smoke curled languidly through the air, twirling its way around gemstone towers and flickering candle flames. Zalindra sat behind the counter of her metaphysical shop, a quaint paradise of mystic oddities where crystals glimmered like stars trapped in glass jars, and the scent of sage and spices whispered tales of forgotten magic.

Beside me, August hadn't said a word, his gaze fixed forward, his jaw tight with a suppressed, dark energy. ​Then, the mood in the room shifted. ​"Lot 55," the auctioneer said, his voice dropping into a tone of slight boredom. "A pair of tarnished bronze incense burners from the late Ming dynasty. Found in a provincial estate. Starting bid: fifty thousand." ​The room remained silent. The burners were ugly, covered in a thick greenish patina that hid whatever detail they once held. They looked like scrap metal. But as the stage lights caught a specific angle on the base of the left burner, I saw a faint, intricate engraving of a five-clawed dragon.

During the day the area looked leafy but at night, the area was completely dark. Ding mama hid herself behind the rows of bamboo plants. Her outfit merged with the greenish color of the bamboo plants. After she made sure she was in complete hiding, she looked down at the incense burner in her hands. The incense burner was in egg shape and inlaid with gold turquoise and carnelian. It was one of the things she brought when she moved from Jing Gui Fei’s side to Duan Wang Fei’s side.

“This is a Reverse Incense Burner, which is one of the treasures used by the king in the past. No one was allowed to use it without authorization from the king himself. Moreover, the production method for this incense burner has already been lost for generations and it is almost impossible to reproduce the same item today!” As soon as he finished speaking, he motioned for his assistant to light the incense. At this time, the assistant, who was dressed in a cheongsam, carefully dug a handful of incense with a silver spoon before she lit it up. As the white smoke slowly cascaded down the incense burner like a waterfall, the pine cranes on the incense burner looked extremely vivid, as though th

The middle-aged monk looked embarrassed. Samuel smiled to express his gratitude. "By the way, this is the Buddha's incense." As he spoke, the middle-aged monk took out a stick of incense from his arms and continued, "It has been worshiped in front of the Golden Buddha of our temple and baptized by the Buddha's Light. With it, you will not be troubled by the Night Demon at night." After that, he gently lit the incense, and the fragrance of sandalwood immediately came to Samuel’s nose. Fortunately, the smell was relatively light, and it smelled good.

Following the shop name printed inside, I managed to track down the online store of the seller. Unexpectedly, the store was empty, there was not a single item for sale. I had no choice but to tap on the customer service icon at the bottom of the page. I cautiously sent a message. [User2345: Hello, may I ask if the incense burners in your store are still available for purchase?] It was half past eleven at night, but to my surprise, the customer service replied quickly. [Satanic Shop: Hello dear, the products in our store can only be purchased with a strong desire. It seems we’ve detected that you don’t have a wish you truly long to fulfill.]

Holding firm to her belief that as long as she did not feel awkward, it would not directly affect her, Camellia quickly averted her gaze and focused on the burial artifacts before her. The most striking piece was a tall greenish-white porcelain soul jar that was over three feet tall. Its top featured a crane, the neck encircled by a coiled cloud dragon, with twelve figurines standing below the dragon. Camellia's eyes lit up with excitement, convinced that this trip was more than worth it.

"She’s been tainted by a malevolent energy—a 'shadow breath.' It’s a deep fright, but the root hasn't taken hold yet. Don't worry too much." Madam Bishop pressed a trembling hand to her chest, nearly collapsing with relief. "Thank you... thank you so much." The elderly matriarch nodded, turning her gaze toward Donovan Tang. "Donovan, bring me the chest." Donovan stepped forward, carrying a heavy box crafted from ancient, dark wood. This was no ordinary container; it was the legacy of the late Master Tang, carved from Sei-dou-zi (Dragon-Slaying Wood). Legend held that this wood could suppress evil, ward off calamities, and neutralize toxins. In today's market, its value surpassed gold, as the

Then he picked up Wang Rubing and put her on the table. The table was two meters long, and Wang Rubing had a large piece of free space on her head after she was put on it. Zhang Lijun took out a brush, stained with red ink, and drew a large Invoking Figure Talisman on the table over Wang Rubing's head. Then Dao Tong pulled out a cauldron from under the dining table, took out the four incubators, put them beside the cauldron, and took four bronze coins from his pocket.