Cut the hardwood on the threshold with three knives and chop it into fine pieces.

Can't afford to offend.

Sitting down again, he flipped through "Tian Tong Lu" and his eyes fell on the talisman.

Drawing symbols... try it too!

As a result, he just stood up with this thought, but sat down again.

It’s not that I don’t want to try.

It's because there is no cinnabar in the Taoist temple...

These days, cinnabar is the treasure of those who make alchemy, and it is extremely expensive. The master does not care whether it is easy to use or not, but only uses chicken blood...

But the problem is that it would be ridiculous if there were chickens in a Taoist temple.

Pindao is a serious person...

With absurd thoughts, he basked in the warm sunshine and read "Tongtian Lu" with great gusto.

Just treat it as reading a leisurely book.

…

that's all.

Night falls.

In the evening, he happily cooked a bowl of batter for himself. After drinking a lot, Li Zhen yawned. After locking the gates of the Taoist temple and the hall door, he walked into the house and went to sleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but at that moment when the chickens didn’t crow and the dogs didn’t bark, outside the virgin’s view, two black figures appeared again silently.

Looking at the dilapidated Taoist temple in front of him, one of the black figures made a gesture, jumped several feet high, and easily climbed over the wall.

Another follows closely behind.
Chapter completed!