Temple.

After settling down, Su Ting left the quiet room and followed Mr. Song's instructions.

It was already late at night.

At this moment, Su Ting was able to truly look at the temple.

Quite, vicissitudes, with the precipitation of time and the atmosphere of incense.

The temple is very small in size and cannot be said to be grand and grand, but it is a regular and has all kinds of arrangements and decorations. It is not missing any of them. In addition, the incense is abundant and the smell of candles and wax remains, as if it is filled with an unspeakable mysterious smell.

Su Ting drank talisman water to stimulate Lu Ya's inheritance. He knew that the temple was not a fraud, but had something magical. He did not dare to underestimate it. After careful examination, he realized that there was a plaque on the inner hall of the temple with the following words: Shenxiao Lei Mansion.

"Shenxiao Lei Mansion?"

Su Ting looked at the statue inside.

This is a tall and ancient statue of a god, with both hands on his back, like an old man in his sixties, who seemed to be wearing a Taoist robe, a crown and a stone bead on his head, and there were many runes symbolizing thunder on it.

Somehow, Su Ting always felt that this statue of god was a bit strange.

However, at this moment, he heard Mr. Song say, "Has the black dog taken it out?"

Su Ting woke up and said hurriedly: "It's here."

The black dog blood was bought by Qingping from others, and a pot will be full.

According to Mr. Song, black dogs blood ward off evil spirits and can overcome evil people in the path of Gu.

It is rumored that hundreds or thousands of years ago, the Taoist ancestor today had used the black dog blood to subdue monsters before he achieved enlightenment... There are even rumors that the black dog blood can ward off evil spirits, perhaps the magical thing given by the Taoist ancestor who fell by just saying that he achieved the will of heaven.

...

"Qingping has left."

Mr. Song spread out the talisman paper and walked away with his pen, but said, "I use pure yang things like cinnabar as the pen and ink to write thunder talismans to restrain the people of Gu Dao. Then, with the extraordinary nature of this temple, I should be able to barely resist it. But it is not clear how good the other person is, after all, you must be careful later."

Su Ting nodded and said, "I understand."

Mr. Song said, "You are hiding under the statue of the god. With the statue of the god, you can protect you from the impact. In critical moments, you can use incense ash to drive away evil spirits... If I ask you to help, you pull up the incense bones in the incense burner and use them as a dagger."

Su Ting was slightly stunned and said, "Fragrant bone? Use it as a dagger?"

When believers worship, there will be incense and candles.

Incense ash is the burning ash of the fragrance, dyed with the power of incense and the blessing of divine power, which will have miraculous effects.

As for the fragrance bones, they are actually burning the remaining branches, as thin as a toothpick, soft and easy to fold.

Use this branch as a weapon?

How come there is a sense of absurdity?

"It is useless to ordinary people, but it can be restrained against people in the evil way."

Mr. Song waved his hand slightly and said, "You must remember everything I have said."

Su Ting did not dare to neglect and said, "I understand."

Mr. Song said again: "I still need to arrange it here, please listen to my instructions..."

Su Ting listened carefully and arranged one by one according to what Mr. Song said.

According to Mr. Song, this is a formation, but it seems a bit shallower than the formation. Perhaps it can be described as "Feng Shui".

The temple is the territory of Song Lao and is allowed to be decorated by Song Lao.

This is a good location.

...

"Everything preparations are almost done."

There was a bit of fatigue on Old Song's face, and he exhaled, saying, "It's a disadvantage."

Su Ting said in surprise: "What introduction?"

Song Lao's expression remained unchanged and said calmly: "Blood of boys and girls."

When Su Ting heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Your cousin has his eyebrows, his waist is not slanted, his figure is still upright, his expression is not charming, he is still virgin. As for you..." Mr. Song paused for a moment and asked, "Are you still a virgin?"

Su Ting was stunned for a while, and didn't know how to answer for a moment, and a little sadness rose in his heart.

Su Ting has been weak in this life and has been lying on the bed since he was a child. He nodded a little, so how could he have the energy to look for flowers and willows?

As for the previous life, I was unbearable to look back on the past and had never held hands when I was hit by a gourd.

I was a virgin in my previous life, and I was also a virgin in my entire life.

After two lifetimes, they are still a boy.

But, if you answer so bluntly, would it seem a bit embarrassing?

"No need to answer."

Mr. Song shook his head slightly and said, "Look at your steps, your face is pale, your eyes are black, and your every move is weak and weak. Obviously, your qi and blood are deficient, either you are plagued by long-term illness or excessive indulgence."

"..." Su Ting opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment. Why did he seem to see a little contempt from Mr. Song's turbid eyes?

"Originally, that girl was still a virgin. You should be a person who had been ill for a long time, but now you have a clear conversation, your eyes are bright, and you don't feel sick, but you don't seem to be sick. Most of them are too indulging in lust. At a young age, it's really..."

"etc……"

Su Ting coughed, touched his cheek, and said in a strange tone, "I have been weak since I was a child, and I have only drank talisman water from the temple recently, and I have been much better. In fact, I have never had any incidents between men and women so far, so it should still be..."

Old Song glanced at him and said, "Should it be?"

Su Ting felt that his eyes were full of weirdness, and he couldn't help but pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and said helplessly: "It must be."

After saying that, Su Ting slowly breathed, covered his forehead, and sighed sadly. He could see that there was nothing in front of Song Lao's eyes.

"It's great, so as not to bleed myself." Mr. Song waved his hand and said, "I'm a little older and bleed a little, and I can't do my best to deal with the enemy tonight."

"You're here to bleed?"

Su Ting seemed to have discovered something, touched his chin, and his expression became more and more strange.

Mr. Song continued to fiddle with things as if he didn't realize it.

Talisman paper, talisman pen, cinnabar, incense ash, blood, ink, and other things are all available.

The sky gradually dimmed.

In this ancient temple full of incense, dim lights lit up.

Su Ting worked hard all day, and with his body, he was inevitably a little tired. He walked a few steps out and looked up slightly at the sky. He saw that the moon was in the sky and the moonlight was soft.

However, the ancient temples still seem very mysterious.

No matter how clear the moonlight is, it seems that it cannot illuminate the mystery of this temple.

...

"When is it?"

Mr. Song suddenly asked.

Su Ting was stunned for a moment, looked at the moonlight, and slightly speculated that it should be ten o'clock in the night at this moment.

This time, which is placed in the twelve hours of ancient times, should belong to the hour of Hai.

"It's about the hour of Hai." Su Ting replied.

"He is coming soon. Go and hide under the statue of God and make some preparations." Old Song's expression slightly condensed, and there was a hint of solemnity on his face as haggard as tree bark.

"Okay." Su Ting also showed a heavy expression on his face and headed towards the inside.

Bang!

However, Su Ting only took two steps and heard a heavy muffled sound.

Here comes!
Chapter completed!