"Tsk..."

"Let's put all that aside."

"Actually, there's another strange thing."

"That wry-smiled face said there was a smell of an old acquaintance, so... it should be my incense burner, right?"

"Come to think of it... I always thought that the incense burner was contaminated with the smell of the ghost tree because it was dedicated to it, so people generally dared not approach it."

"Now it seems that this may not be the case..."

"It seems that I have to plan carefully and find a chance to ask the old temple keeper what the incense burner is like..."

Looking at the Buddha statue, Zuo Yang meditated quietly for an afternoon...

7 o'clock in the evening.

[Yongde Temple] Familiar footsteps were heard in the hall.

The old temple keeper and 037 stood together and shouted polite words to the people in the courtyard.

"Everyone!"

"To ensure a smooth evacuation tomorrow!"

"Please pray sincerely tonight!"

"God will protect us!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

"The temple keeper is right!"

"I'll be the first one!"

It was like a movie scene replay.

The crowd lined up in an orderly manner, and one by one, they offered blood and kowtowed to the temple.

Soon, everyone finished praying efficiently.

When it was Zuo Yang's turn, this time he didn't wait for the old temple keeper to urge him, and Zuo Yang took the initiative to walk into the temple.

Seeing him so self-conscious, the old temple keeper was relieved.

And 037 showed a contemptuous smile.

"Amitabha~"

"Mr. Zuo has a predestined relationship with Buddha!"

"You took the initiative to come here to pray, I think you have a high level of Buddha nature!"

The old temple keeper chanted the Buddha's name with one hand, full of praise.

Watching Zuo Yang walk towards the silver needle in front of the Buddha statue, he thought Zuo Yang was going to bleed too.

Don't want to!

Zuo Yang suddenly turned around and looked at him.

"Mr. Temple Keeper..."

"Actually, there is something I haven't figured out!"

"Oh?"

"What's your question, Mr. Zuo?"

"Actually, this question is also simple!"

"As a temple keeper, you should be more pious to the Buddha than we are, right?"

"Why... don't you donate blood and pray?"

"This..."

"Amitabha!"

"This old monk worships the Buddha day and night, so this little prayer is not a big deal..."

Zuo Yang's question made the old temple keep look confused.

Fortunately, he was also an old man, and after sobbing for a while, he thought of a logical excuse to get away with it.

But...

What he didn't expect was.

Zuo Yang said "Oh" and nodded just as he calmed down.

The next moment!

His finger pointed at 037.

"What about him?"

"He is also protected by the Buddha and is safe and sound in the temple!"

"Why doesn't he pray?"

"He is not a monk, right? There is no such thing as offering sacrifices to Buddha day and night, right?"

"This..."

"This..."

The series of questions caught the old temple keeper off guard.

037's originally contemptuous smile quickly turned cold after being pointed at by Zuo Yang.

"Hey! Brat, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything!"

"I just think that everyone is equal! Why are you special?"

Zuo Yang smiled, raised the silver needle, and handed it to 037.

How could 037 have been so angry?

He always believed that "mortals are just numbers to ghost masters", so how could he listen to Zuo Yang's resistance?

"Equality your mother!"

"What level are you, what am I..."

His long hair rose up automatically without wind.

Just when he was about to attack, he was stopped by the old temple keeper.

"Amitabha~"

"Donor Nanci has a blood disease. For the Buddha, his blood is not suitable for offering!"

"Blood disease?"

"What? AIDS?"

"Tsk... I can't believe it..."

After hearing this, Zuo Yang didn't care whether this was the old temple keeper's words, and deliberately looked at 037 with a strange expression.

After saying "AIDS".

Everyone around looked at 037, showing a disgusted look, and stepped back.

"Boy!!!"

"You TM!!!"

Being slandered in public, 037 couldn't stand it anymore and was about to take action.

After the old temple keeper glanced at Zuo Yang with a cold look, he looked at the hundreds of people around him, and still grabbed 037.

"Ahem~"

"Donor Nanci!"

"No need! We will disband tomorrow, no need..."

After hearing his persuasive words, 037 gritted his teeth and turned away.

It seemed that the persuasion was successful.

But only Zuo Yang knew what the old temple god meant.

"Anyway, these people will die at night, why do you care about these things?"

Pouting, while the old temple keeper and everyone's eyes were still on 037, Zuo Yang was not idle.

He quickly pulled out the injection of black dog blood hidden in his sleeve and squeezed a drop of black dog blood on his middle finger.

Then, he calmly walked to the bowl of clean water and pretended to insert a silver needle into his finger.

"Tick~"

The black dog blood dripped into the bowl of clean water.

Zuo Yang muttered meanly: "It's me who has no manners!"

"Blame me, blame me!"

"After all, I'm really embarrassed to say that I have this disease~"

"Old temple keeper, you say, I won't waste all my merits by exposing that Mr. Zuo Ci has AIDS, right?"

"How about I drip a few more drops of blood to make up for it?"

Deliberately raised the bowl of clean water and shook it.

Looking at the blood on Zuo Yang's middle finger, the old temple keeper said coldly.

"No need! ”

“Donor Zuo is so serious about the Buddha’s prayers. I think if the Buddha knows, he will protect you and let you live long!”

“Really?”

“That’s great!”

“I just don’t know if people who don’t donate blood can get protection...”

He ridiculed 037 in the corner again, but he was not angry this time.

Zuo Yang shook his head angrily.

Probably he couldn’t stand Zuo Yang’s weirdness.

The old temple keeper snatched the bowl of water from Zuo Yang’s hand and poured it on the red cloth covering the Buddha statue.

“Donor Zuo, if you have nothing else, please leave!”

“The Buddha is going to rest. "

"Oh... OK~OK~"

Responding, Zuo Yang slowly retreated outside the hall.

It was the same as the last memory scene.

After the blood dyed the red cloth red, the red cloth was quickly sucked tight by the Buddha statue.

Then!

The blood stains in the red cloth dried up quickly, as if it was sucked by something.

After this scene, everyone should have fallen asleep.

No!

As soon as Zuo Yang walked out of the hall, the Buddha statue under the red cloth began to tremble violently!

"Buzz buzz buzz~"

The trembling sound went from small to large, and the red cloth first made a "whimpering" cry like a child.

"Ah!!!"

Then, after a shrill howl!

The hall trembled with the Buddha statue.

Then, the whole temple was shaking violently.

"What happened?"

"The Buddha statue is shaking!"

"No way? The Buddha appeared? "

Instantly, everyone looked at the Buddha statue.

037 and the old temple keeper were even more surprised.

"Could it be... that the ghost fruit is going to be conceived in advance?"

"It shouldn't be!"

"According to the time, it should be midnight!"

The old temple keeper murmured, looking at Zuo Yang outside the hall.

"Could it be... because of one more person?"

"Buzz buzz buzz~"

"Buzz buzz buzz~"

Just when everyone was confused, surprised, and puzzled!

"Rustle~"

The red cloth covering the Buddha statue fell off, revealing an ancient tree with black skin all over its body.

The ancient tree was covered with tree patterns that twisted human faces.

And at the very top of the tree, a human face with a bitter smile twisted, and the mouth slowly opened and closed, making a roar!

"Who! ! ! "

"Who is it? ! ! ! "

"Dare to let me drink dirty blood? ! ! ! "

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