Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 127 The Blood Year God Arrives
"Sir, have you discovered anything?"

"Yeah, I saw some traces left by that monster."

When Du Feng heard this, he hurriedly followed Shang Lu's gaze and looked again at the small temple that had obviously been abandoned for many years.

But because he was too far away and the light was too dim, he looked around but didn't see anything unusual.

It was not until I followed Shang Lu to the small temple that I saw some clues in the moonlight:
This small temple looked like it had been abandoned for many years; even the statues and tablets of gods were in tatters, but there were no cobwebs or dust inside or outside the temple.

It is obvious that someone cleans it carefully every day.

There were even fresh blood offerings and incense sticks that had not yet burned out in the temple.

Du Feng thought that it was these traces that allowed Shang Lu to confirm that the Shenyan Temple mentioned by the people of Luojiazhuang was here.

But in fact, what Shang Lu saw was not these traces, but a pool of black gas attached to the headless statue, which was shaped like silt and emitted a faint chaotic atmosphere.

During this period of time, Shang Lu learned a lot of knowledge from the witch and knew that this pool of muddy black gas was the residual gas of monsters.

This means that in recent times, a demon has possessed this headless statue quite a few times.

The Blood Year God was different from the rat demon they had encountered in the county before.

It did not hide in this ownerless little temple, but came here at a specific time, using the so-called God's Banquet to trick the people in the surrounding villages into being controlled.

"That is to say, the Blood Year God will not come here until the third quarter of the night?"

After listening to Shang Lu's analysis, Du Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

He finally understood why Shang Lu was so bold as to lead them so close to the small temple without fear of being discovered.

It turns out that the Blood Year God has not arrived yet.

Du Feng's hand was still tightly gripping the hilt of the knife, but he was not as nervous as before.

He even boldly suggested: "Sir, should we do something before the Blood Year God arrives? For example, sprinkle boy urine or black dog blood in this temple?"

Liu Zhi grabbed him and said, "Wouldn't that alert the enemy? Besides, where can we get boy's urine and black dog's blood in this wilderness?"

Du Feng held his head high and said proudly, "I am a virgin! I have been a virgin for more than 20 years, so the Yang energy in my urine is definitely enough!"

Liu Zhi was stunned. He thought, why are you so proud of this? Besides, you are nothing but a virgin! If you really hadn't released your essence for twenty years, how could the rat demon have possessed you?
"Liu Zhi is right. Getting these things will easily alert the enemy, but we do need to make some arrangements."

Shang Lu thought about it, took out the remaining three paper figures from his arms, and hid them on the roof of the ruined temple, under the incense burner, and in the soil at the entrance of the temple.

"Sir, can you also use paper figures?"

Du Feng couldn't help asking, and Liu Zhi also looked curious.

"During this period, I learned a few tricks from the witch." Shang Lu answered vaguely.

Du Feng and Liu Zhi believed it, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

After hiding the paper figurine, the three men led the horses and left the small temple.

Du Feng and Liu Zhi looked back, but they didn't see that behind them, Sanniang, who was dressed in red, was helping to erase the traces they left behind.

It was because of Sanniang that Shang Lu dared to bring Du Feng and Liu Zhi for close reconnaissance and hide the paper figurine.

Otherwise, the aura and traces they left around the temple would likely be detected by demons and ghosts.

Demons and ghosts are far more sensitive to scent and danger than humans.

Soon Shang Lu and his two companions led their horses down the mound and entered a forest not far away, hiding themselves under the cover of trees.

Shang Lu adjusted the Nuo mask in his arms so that he could use it immediately when he needed it.

These Nuo masks were given to him by Feng Boyuanxin after he recovered from his injury a few days ago.

With them, Shanglu will not be afraid even if reinforcements cannot arrive in time.

Time soon came to midnight.

There was total silence between heaven and earth; even the chirping of insects had stopped.

Suddenly, the silence of the mound was broken.

"coming."

Shang Lu was the first person to notice something. After receiving his reminder, Liu Zhi and Du Feng waited for a while before they saw a little fire in the darkness in the distance.

The flames quickly came closer and merged into several fire dragons.

But it was a group of people holding torches.

Liu Zhi leaned over to take a look and lowered his voice to say, "People from several nearby villages are here. The Blood Year God has made quite a commotion!"

Soon, the small mound was filled with people.

Countless torches illuminated the small mound, and at the first glance, it looked like it was on fire.

The elders from several villages walked out of their respective groups and came to the small temple. They sang loudly in a high-pitched and strange melody: "Please come to the gods~"

"Please God~"

The villagers around the small mound all lay on the ground and shouted along with the village elder.

Their "drug addiction" collectively erupted at this moment, and they all fell into a morbid excitement.

Snot, tears, saliva, etc., flowed out as if out of control.

But they were completely unaware and just kowtowed madly, breaking their foreheads and causing blood to flow all over their faces, and they didn't feel any pain at all.

The village elders gathered around the small temple and danced to invite the gods, mumbling incoherent words.

When Shang Lu saw this scene, he found it absurd and weird.

Especially the dance performed by those village elders to summon the gods; their movements were stiff and weird, giving a creepy feeling like dancing on a grave in the middle of the night.

But no matter how absurd and weird it is, it is useful.

After performing a round of dance to summon the gods, the village elders suddenly pulled out a sharp knife from their sleeves and stabbed themselves in the chest.

Streams of blood spurted out from the knife wounds on their chests and dripped onto the dilapidated little temple.

The faces of these village elders who stabbed themselves did not show any pain, but instead revealed a strange excitement and satisfaction.

This act of self-mutilation actually gave them pleasure.

The shouts of several village elders became louder and louder, as if they were not summoning gods but having intercourse, reaching a spiritual climax.

At this time, Shang Lu saw a ray of blood light flying rapidly from the darkness in the distance and landing in the dilapidated little temple.

The villagers around the mound were unaware of this.

"coming!"

Shang Lu reminded in a low voice.

Du Feng and Liu Zhi, who had been on high alert, immediately grabbed the saddles and waited for Shang Lu's order before mounting their horses and charging out.

Just then, they saw a beam of golden light shooting out from the dilapidated little temple.

The golden light gathered above the mound and transformed into a golden statue. It gave off such a strong sense of oppression that people dared not look directly at it.

Several village elders completely ignored the knives stuck in their chests. They prostrated themselves on the ground, and like the villagers around them, they fell into a strange state of frenzy, kowtowing madly and praying to the Blood Year God to grant them a feast.

The Blood Years God did not disappoint them, he waved his golden hand and a piece of delicacy flew out.

Both the appearance and the fragrance it exudes are extremely tempting.

The villagers kneeling around the mound immediately turned into vicious dogs snatching shit, scrambling frantically for the divine feast bestowed by the Blood Year God.

For a time, there were even fights between couples and between fathers and sons.

Unlike the crazy villagers, Shang Lu, Du Feng and Liu Zhi, who were hiding in the woods and witnessed everything, only felt disgusted.

They were not around the mound, their consciousness was not affected by the Blood Year God, and their senses were not distorted.

Therefore, they saw the true nature of the feast of God.

Where are the delicacies?

It was clearly a pile of rotten meat crawling with maggots!
(End of this chapter)