my God

Song Yan just wanted to bite his fingertips, but was stopped by Shenjun.

"What?"

"Draw an invisibility talisman." Song Yan replied truthfully.

"With me here, why draw an invisibility talisman?" Shenjun gave him a blank look, then took his hand, kicked his feet, and the two of them came outside the courtyard wall of Fuxing Temple in an instant.

It's already one more day now, but the patrol photo in Guanli didn't knock on the clapper. The yard is as lively as in the daytime, with the sound of footsteps and laughter.

Sure enough, it was a grand ceremony, and the curfew was lifted.

Song Yan pulled Shenjun gently over the wall, and then ran to the bedroom where he lived before.

Because of their invisibility, no one who passed by them on the way was aware of their existence.

When passing by a temple, I only heard someone talking loudly inside.

"If you want to cultivate the way of immortality, you must first cultivate the way of humanity. If you don't cultivate the way of humanity, the way of immortality is far away. There are thousands of ways to practice, but you don't leave the world. If you want to think about it, it's all practice..." The master of Fuxing Temple is preaching scriptures to his disciples and lay Buddhists.

Song Yan immediately curled his lips, and said to himself: It is perfectly right to tell others the scriptures, but his own morality is filthy, tsk, what a sanctimonious face.

Shenjun noticed Song Yan's expression, pointed to this temple, and asked with his eyes.

Song Yan shook his head, then quickly took him out of here and back to the original bedroom.

Seeing that there was no one outside, Song Yan whispered, "Can you see if there is any breath or resentment left by the old goblin in this room?"

"No." Shenjun gave the answer after scanning around.

"That's good, let's burn this first!" Song Yan said as he was about to take out the lighter from his pocket.

Shenjun pulled him straight out, and before Song Yan could ask why, he flicked a spark back with his free hand.

Sparks landed on the door frame, instantly turned into tongues of flame that licked the door frame all over, and then, the raging fire burned the whole house.

Song Yanxin said that Shenjun was more efficient, and then left here with Shenjun.

The god took him to the roof of the main hall, and he had a panoramic view of the scene in the courtyard.

Because a certain house was on fire, the people in the temple immediately became agitated, some shouted for firefighting, some were busy putting out the fire, and some fled outside.

Shenjun raised his hand again, and Song Yan immediately grabbed his wrist.

"Why, are you afraid?" Shenjun squinted at him with downcast eyes.

"No, I want to tell you not to burn the temple, lest you be hated by other gods." Song Yan looked at him and said seriously.

"Keep grudges and bear grudges." Shenjun blurted out indifferently.

But seeing that Song Yan was holding onto his hand firmly, he had no choice but to hum softly and say, "Okay, just burn ordinary houses."

Only then did Song Yan let go.

Shenjun flicked his fingers a few times, and a few sparks flew out, landing on the dining hall, dormitory and other buildings one after another.

Seeing that the courtyard was on fire everywhere, the people below became even more flustered, and a great ceremony was completely ruined.

This place is located on the top of the mountain, so fire trucks don't even think about coming up, and Shenjun's fire is extremely overbearing, and he won't stop until it burns out, so the houses that were on fire soon burned down to nothing but their frames.But even if only the frame is left, it is still burning, and it is estimated that there will be only ashes left in a short time.

Standing in front of the burnt building, the temple master and some eminent persons were astonished.These buildings were not connected to each other, and they caught fire almost at the same time, and the fire was so big and fast, it felt weird no matter how you thought about it, but unfortunately they couldn't figure it out and couldn't figure out the reason.

Song Yan stood on a high place and looked down at the crowd of people below, and then at the many buildings that had been devastated by the fire, finally feeling a little better in his heart.

Cleanse you of filth!Since people don't necessarily live in buildings that people live in, let's burn them!

Not long after being happy, Song Yan's expression darkened again.No matter what you do, the dead can never be resurrected, and even the corpses cannot return to their roots.

Seeing Song Yan's changing expression, Shenjun couldn't help but whispered: "It's almost time to go, I can't come out for too long."

"Go!" Song Yan immediately recovered and nodded at him.

Shenjun picked him up, and then jumped towards the back of the mountain.

When they came to a forest in the back mountain, Shenjun put Song Yan down.

Song Yan asked: "You can't come out for too long? Will calling you here this time have a bad influence on you?"

"No. It's just that there is no dharma body, the farther you are from the mountain temple, the faster your mana will be lost."

"It's easy," Song Yan smiled, and then pointed to his mouth, "Suck my yang energy, and temporarily become a dharma body!"

Shenjun stared at his lips, then reached out to the back of his neck.

Song Yan originally thought that Shenjun wanted to grab the back of his neck like before, but he only felt a slight pain in his neck, and then he lost consciousness.

Shenjun reached out to take Song Yan's limp body, then carefully took off his coat, and lifted his vest again, the wound on his back was reflected in his eyes.

Sure enough, he was injured, and the wound was still slightly poisonous.

When he rushed over, he found that Song Yan's body temperature was slightly high. At first, he thought it was because he had just finished exercising, but now that his body temperature had risen again, it was obvious that he had a fever.

"Let you show off!" Shenjun hugged him and sat on the ground, cursing softly, "I don't have a long memory...you deserve it!"

After scolding, he bit the tip of his tongue and fed a little of his blood to Song Yan, just like helping him improve his cultivation before leaving, he once again consumed a little of his blood.

Then, he lowered his head to lick the wound on Song Yan's back bit by bit.

Taking it internally and externally, he should have fully recovered by dawn.After Shenjun healed him, he hugged him and fell asleep against a big tree.

***

Before the ugly time passed, Song Yan woke up.

He found himself lying in the woods, and there was something pressing on his chest. When he looked down, it turned out that what was pressing him was a little doll!

The little doll has long jet-black hair and a small face carved with jade.

Song Yan immediately lifted the little baby up, hugged it tightly with his arms, and then turned over and lay on his side.

This little guy is so cute!Song Yan couldn't help but kissed him twice on the forehead.

The little baby seemed to be woken up, frowned displeasedly, then stretched out his hand to shine on Song Yan's face.But he was not strong enough, he just scratched Song Yan's cheek without pain.

Song Yan was very courageous, and kissed that little face again.

The little baby opened her eyes gloomyly this time, and stared at him.

"Are you awake? It's almost dawn, will it affect you?" Song Yan hurriedly interrupted.

"I'm not a ghost! So what if it's dawn?" The little baby broke free from Song Yan's arms, sat up, and then tidied her hair and skirts slowly.

"Did you help me heal my wounds last night?" Song Yan is not an idiot. He felt comfortable after waking up, and even after lying down and sleeping all night, the wound on his back did not hurt. Get dizzy, everything is clear.

The little baby snorted, but didn't answer.He stood up with his little hands behind his back, looked at the sky, and said, "I'm going back before full light, so that no one will see the fuss." Then, he glanced at Song Yan, "I will bring you with me back?"

Song Yan looked at his figure, which was less than one meter tall, and couldn't help but reached out and patted his head, and said, "I'll make it difficult for you to move, right? I'll take a taxi back by myself."

"Are you doubting this gentleman's ability?" Xiaowawa was immediately displeased.

Song Yan smiled and cupped his little face, kissed his bright red mouth, and said, "Come on, suck my yang energy!"

The little baby's eyes were wide open, and she was stunned for a long time before angrily said: "How dare you insult me!"

"No, no!" Song Yan kept kneeling on the ground and staring at him, now kneeling straighter, "Look, I'm kneeling, how respectful I am to you! I just reminded you that you can suck on me Sunny!"

With Shenjun's current appearance, the return journey would indeed be a bit troublesome, so he didn't struggle for too long, so he held Song Yan's face and sucked a little Yang Qi from his mouth.

It's really just a little bit, when the four lips touch each other and they are separated in an instant.

Song Yan still wanted to ask if it was possible to do so, but the little doll in front of him instantly turned into a crow and flew up.

"My lord is gone!" The crow flew high into the sky after saying that, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Song Yan saw that Shenjun had left, so he packed up his things and went down the mountain to take a taxi.

He checked his ticket yesterday and got on the bus, so let's take a taxi back today. If he was suspected of what happened at the Fuxing Temple last night, there is still a ticket to prove that he was not there, right?

In the car, Song Yan called Master, and Daoist Yang asked directly, "Are you injured?"

"No, everything is fine." Song Yan replied with a smile, the relief and joy that could not be concealed in his tone.

Daoist Yang was relieved when he heard that he was not lying, and then ordered: "I stayed in the Yaowang Temple when I came back. Your Master Ji is helping me to recuperate my wounds and meridians. You can go back to the Temple of the Mountain God directly. There has been no host for many days, and I don’t know what’s going on.”

"Master, are your injuries all right? I'll go and have a look at you before returning to the temple..."

"Actually, I should have recuperated since last night, but I have been waiting for your call until now. I will go to retreat in a while. You go back to the temple first. I don't have any serious problems. It was that battle that made my cultivation improve again. Now, I need to make some adjustments."

Seeing what the master said, Song Yan had no choice but to agree, and decided to go back to the mountain temple first.

The taxi took Song Yan to the city center and returned after completing the task. Song Yan went to the market for a walk before taking a taxi to Daqingling.

When he returned to the mountain with big and small packages, the sun was already westward, and the laymen were about to lock their doors and go home.

After Song Yan greeted the lay Buddhists, he walked into the temple and locked the gate.

After making sure that the laymen were out of hearing, he hurriedly walked towards the big mulberry tree, and at the same time shouted: "God, what did I buy for you?"

"What?" With a lazy voice, a man in black came out of the tree.