Folklore: Pre-emptive shelter begins with the stomach.

But consider what Feng Mo did.

Huang Lao Er was not envious at all; on the contrary, he felt that the other party had been wronged.

Such achievements deserve more offerings and veneration.

Feng Mo looked at Huang Lao Er:

"Master Huang, did you forget to buy yellow paper?"

Or is there something else you want to see me about?

As it grew dark, seeing that the other party was still lingering and refusing to leave, Feng Mo took the initiative to ask.

"Hehe... Third Young Master, you've probably figured it out, haven't you? I'm not here to buy any kind of 'yellow paper'..." Huang Lao Er chuckled awkwardly. "Actually, this old man brought his child here to ask for a drink of water!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

Remembering how much Huang Lao Er loved the talisman water a while ago, she felt relieved and simply agreed to his request.

And so, Huang Lao Er left, carrying a pot of talisman water, completely satisfied.

They're not far away.

Huang Shang then spoke:

"Dad, we've been starving all day, and all you want is a drink of water?"

"Hehe... what else?" Huang Lao Er hesitated noticeably before answering, "This is my taste, your old man."

Huang Shang fell silent.

He wanted to say something more, but his gaze was drawn to the scenery on both sides of the road.

"father……"

"What?"

"The grass... seems to be getting brighter?"

……

Under the cover of darkness, the father and son finally returned to the Xisang Temple.

Even now, the two of them were still in shock from the strange sight they had just witnessed.

If it weren't already completely dark, Huang Lao Er would definitely have stayed to figure it out.

Just as he was pondering to himself, the servants stationed inside the Xisang Temple suddenly rushed over in a panic.

"Temple Master! You're finally back!"

"What's wrong?"

"The monsters are here! So many monsters! You must go and see!" the servant said in terror.

Huang Lao Er immediately rushed to the outer wall.

As night fell, he saw countless smiling and slender figures in the darkness.

Fortunately, he strengthened the defenses of the Xisang Temple in the past few days.

But just then, he saw several red figures in the darkness.

They carried a bridal sedan chair, their steps light and graceful, and were surrounded by countless smiling ghosts and slender ghosts, heading towards the Temple of the Funeral!

Huang Lao Er had never seen anything like this before.

All that could be heard was the group of eerie figures in red shouting in unison:

"The groom is already seated at home. Please... please get into the sedan chair!"

An eerie sound echoed above the Xisang Temple.

These strange creatures spoke in human language.

However, their behavior was extremely rigid and lacked any intelligence.

Upon encountering this situation, Huang Lao Er instantly recognized their identities.

What a joke!

The appearance of a ghost means there is a second-order ghost nearby!

He immediately took out a communication talisman, intending to relay the message to the other two temple masters.

Strangely, the communication talisman, which had always been effective, was now completely ineffective!

……

Jiangbai Village, a place for the five internal organs.

Tonight was unusually peaceful, so peaceful that not even a single strange creature appeared, giving off an inexplicable eeriness.

This was the first time Feng Mo had encountered such a situation.

So he simply continued to study the visualization diagram and refine his mind as usual.

Now, the four gates opening in the four directions in the visualization diagram have been fully observed and digested.

The four gates correspond to the four orifices, and Feng Mo's understanding of the visualization diagram has become much deeper.

This level of contemplation has reached its final step.

Only the solid nails on both sides of the door frame remained.

The door was solid, but without nails, it was nothing more than a piece of rotten wood that would collapse with a single push.

The nine rows and nine paths of nail patterns on both sides are the final step in this layer of visualization.

Watched it.

Feng Mo's strength will then reach a new level.

He immediately focused his attention on observing.

The nail represents steadfastness.

Having the physical strength of a wall and the ability to open a door is not enough to walk a good path; without perseverance, one can never go far.

This is the core of the final stage of this visualization.

Feng Mo felt the warmth emanating from the spirit stone in his hand and began to immerse himself in its study.

Time passed by slowly and steadily, and he didn't know how much time had gone by.

He only slowly opened his eyes when he heard Xiaobai's barking.

Feng Mo immediately thought something strange had happened, but when he looked around, the arrow tower remained motionless, and the surroundings were still completely silent.

He then looked out through the door and saw a figure stumbling and running towards him.

As the figure drew closer, Feng Mo realized that it was Huang Lao Er.

He was covered in blood and was carrying two people on his back.

That's right, two whole people.

Huang Lao Er was so crushed that he looked like a small hill!

Like an old mule nearing the end of its life.

When Feng Mo saw him, he initially thought the other person was a fake.

It was clear that the arrow tower did not attack proactively; he hesitated for a moment.

"Third Young Master... Third Young Master!"

It wasn't Huang Lao Er who spoke, but Huang Shang, who was caught in the middle.

He was struggling to breathe, and cried out hoarsely, "Help! Help!"

Feng Mo hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not go out.

Cunning and treacherous, caution is always the best policy.

If the other party is truly alive and enters the realm of one's stomach, he will naturally lend a helping hand.

He stood inside the door, watching Huang Lao Er carry Huang Shang and that strange man, slowly moving into his stomach.

Huang Lao Er was in extremely poor condition, as if he had lost his soul and had long since lost consciousness.

The body is able to move entirely by its remaining willpower.

He managed to put the stranger on his back aside, then collapsed to the ground.

Huang Shang was too close to him and fell to the ground along with him.

Of the three, two were unconscious, and Huang Shang was the only one who was conscious.

"What exactly happened?" Feng Mo asked.

Huang Shang trembled all over. Only then did Feng Mo notice that he was holding a statue of a god in his arms.

The statue had a mournful face, and just one glance at it filled Feng Mo with a strange sense of pity.

He frowned slightly, recalling his previous encounter with the female opera singer.

Unlike the kind of heart-wrenching grief, this is a despair that seeps into your bones, like the loss of your mother.

Feng Mo didn't look at it any further.

Huang Shang tried to move the statue in his arms, but he couldn't muster any strength.

"Third Young Master, please remove the shrine from my father's back first."

If people invite gods for too long, it could crush my father!

From now on, whatever you ask, I'll answer you!

Invoking the gods?

He looked at the shrine in his own stomach temple, and the material was indeed quite similar.

Could this be a deity from a funeral temple?

But the statue isn't kept in the temple, so why would Huang Lao Er carry it out in the middle of the night?

Of course, Feng Mo knew that this was definitely not because the other party was bored.

Presumably, the temple where the funeral was held also suffered misfortune.

Without much thought, Feng Mo immediately reached out to lift the statue.

The moment he touched it, he felt an astonishing weight.

The Buddha statue, though only as thick as an arm, seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

No wonder Huang Lao Er looks like he's about to die.

Even Feng Mo might not be able to bear carrying this thing on his back for a long time, let alone with two people on his back!

Fortunately, he could still move it.

"Get out of the way!"

Feng Mo told Huang Shang to step aside.

This thing is no ordinary object; Huang Shang can't help it, and it's just getting in the way.

Huang Shang nodded and immediately released his grip.

Feng Mo gritted his teeth and lifted the statue.

But as soon as they landed, their footprints sank deep into the soil.

He handled it gently and carefully placed the statue on the grass.

Out of courtesy, Feng Mo bowed slightly to the statue before stopping.

"Okay, now can you tell me what happened?"

"Well... here's what happened," Huang Shang said in detail.

Feng Mo then realized that the strange occurrences of the night hadn't disappeared, but rather that they had all gone to attack the two temples next door.

No wonder he didn't have a single one here, missing out on so many kills.

As for the strange man on Huang Lao Er's back, he was the one they had been mentioning before—Tang Temple Master, Tang Ren.