After practicing the ruthless way, the little sister is too strong

The six of them all wore masks of the same color as their clothes, which attracted a lot of attention.

But it is still much less than when I was not wearing the mask just now.

After all, at least there would not be a situation where a girl or a young man would fall in love with one of them at first sight and go up to ask where their home is or which young master or young lady they are.

"This mask is not worn in vain." Si Mufeng noticed this and tapped the fiery red fox mask he was wearing with a bone fan.

Hearing the voice, Xia Ling suddenly realized something, "Second Brother, your bone fan is almost becoming a signature weapon, why don't you put it away first."

He has been carrying it with him since I met him.

After several rounds of refinement and evolution, it has already become a spiritual weapon close to the demigod level. I guess many people know it.

"Really?" Simu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and handed the bone fan to her, "Then I'll give it to you for safekeeping."

Xia Ling didn't expect that he would give her this personal item, so she refused, "You should take the storage ring, otherwise what will you do if you encounter danger?"

"My life and death will not be affected by the loss of a bone fan." Simu Feng said nonchalantly, "You can keep it first and return it to me after today, otherwise I can't help it."

Hearing him say this, Xia Ling didn't say anything else. He took it and put it into the Xuanyin bracelet.

There are more and more people on the street. If you don’t want to be squeezed, you have to take a detour, otherwise you will face the following scenario.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't squeeze me!"

"Let, let, let, let!"

"Ah! You stepped on me!"

"sorry Sorry!"

Half a minute later, Lin Xingfan finally got out of the crowd and exhaled, holding his waist and complaining, "I'm being squeezed to death. Why do all these people smell like sandalwood? Did they smoke it all night in advance? It's too strong."

A passerby stepped back after hearing this and said, "Sir, you are a foreigner, right? We must bathe and burn incense early in the morning when we offer sacrifices to the gods. This has been a custom that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Look at the vendors around here, most of them are selling sandalwood. You can go and have a look."

Lin Xingfan was not interested in incense or anything like that. He was curious about the first half. "What is the purpose of offering sacrifices to the gods? Do you make a wish?"

"Don't you know this?" the passerby asked in surprise.

Lin Xingfan nodded, took out a gold ingot and put it in his hand, "I come from a remote place and just came to Beijing to visit relatives. Can you tell me in detail?"

Seeing his sincerity, the passers-by smiled instantly. He simply stopped and told them in detail about the whole process of the temple fair, even the origin.

I still felt a little unsatisfied when I left.

According to him, the temple fair that the people talk about seems to have an indispensable ceremony before it officially begins.

That is - offering sacrifice to the gods.

Moreover, the process of worshipping gods is not held in just one place.

Instead, it was divided into two temples in the east and west of the city, and people would choose to go to worship according to their own wishes.

What a coincidence, the two places where sacrificial ceremonies were held... just happened to be the places where the ghost cultivators mentioned by the ghost minions frequently appeared.

It is very likely that those behind the scenes have really decided to take action again today.

After discussion, several people decided to split into two groups.

Xia Ling, Simu Feng, and Lin Xingfan headed to the east of the city.

Yue Chenzhi, Qi Huai and Jiang Ci went to the west of the city.

Before they separated, Yue Chenzhi took out the jade slips and said, "To be on the safe side, let's drip blood on each of our jade slips to bind them. This way, if we encounter an emergency where we can't use our spiritual power, it will be convenient for us to send messages for help."

"I don't think we'll need it." Lin Xingfan raised his hand and pounded his shoulder. "Anyway, we've all reached the Golden Core stage, so there are fewer restrictions on using jade slips, and we generally won't encounter situations where we don't have any spiritual power."

"Fifth Senior Brother, just listen to the First Senior Brother." Xia Ling used his spiritual power to force out the blood and injected it into Yue Chenzhi's jade slip, "After all, something is better than nothing."

Although there are many strange and bizarre things in the world of cultivation, the communication is far inferior to the world where she had lived for 19 years.

As long as one drips one's own blood into the jade slip and then uses magic to bind it, one can communicate at any time regardless of the spiritual power distance.

But when using the jade slip without spiritual power, it can only be used twice a day, which means that it can only contact two people, which is very useless.

But sometimes it can have unexpected effects.

This strange incident involves most of the cultivation world. The degree of danger cannot be measured numerically, so it is better not to take it lightly.

"Okay." Qi Huai also expressed his agreement.

Seeing this, Lin Xingfan also cooperated and did as he was told.

After a moment, several people put away the jade slips that were injected with each other's blood.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xia Ling waved goodbye and said, "See you later, three brothers."

"See you later." The three responded in unison.

After saying goodbye to each other, they turned and left.

*

After Xia Ling, Simu Feng, and Lin Xingfan arrived near the temple in the east of the city, they deliberately concealed their auras and blended in with the crowd.

It is said that praying to gods on the day of the Ghost Festival is extremely effective, so most people attach great importance to this ceremony and do not want to miss it.

Before the ceremony began, people gathered in groups of two or three, talking about their own topics.

There were too many people around, and the three of them didn't notice anything unusual for a while.

However, such a situation with a large flow of people is more prone to accidents.

The three secretly checked the area around the temple but found nothing wrong.

But…the place most frequented by pilgrims is the temple lobby.

Xia Ling winked at Si Mufeng and Lin Xingfan.

The two men understood her meaning and pretended to be ordinary pilgrims and entered the temple lobby.

In the center of the temple, a huge Buddha statue sits cross-legged, solemn and sacred.

The incense burner was filled with wisps of green smoke, filling the entire temple with a faint scent of sandalwood.

Pilgrims kneel on cushions and worship devoutly.

Xia Ling and the other two stood at the door, holding incense and copper coins in their hands.

Wait for the previous group of pilgrims to leave and take their seats.

After putting the incense money into the wooden box beside him, he knelt on the cushion, lit the incense and prayed.

The moment they closed their eyes and pretended to pray, the three of them simultaneously released their spiritual senses and carefully investigated the temple.

"..."

After a while, the three of them stood up one after another and left.

Arriving at the temple courtyard, Xia Ling said in a voice transmission out of caution: "I didn't notice anything unusual. I couldn't even sense the aura of a ghost cultivator. What about you?"

Lin Xingfan shook his head silently, "Me too."

"That ghost shouldn't lie." Simu Feng narrowed his eyes, "I always feel that the spiritual power in my body has become a little agitated since I came out of the lobby. You guys pay attention."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bell rang out, followed by the interweaving sounds of wooden fish and chanting.

This means that the temple fair has officially begun.

Spiritual power is agitated...

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the sandalwood with a hint of dampness swept past the tip of my nose.

Compared to the fragrance on people's bodies, it has a subtle smell of rust and dampness.

But it is extremely faint and almost imperceptible.

Are the incense sold by the vendors just now and the incense carried by the people the same kind?

Xia Ling thought of something and his pupils shrank. He quickly raised his hand and pressed the acupuncture point, "There's something wrong with the incense here! Hold your breath and take the detoxification pill!"