Grandma Xiao Tang shook her head, she showed a smile, looked at Brother Yu and said: "In troubled times, monks close their doors and don't ask questions, Taoist priests carry swords and go down the mountain to save the common people. Young people should maintain a sense of awe for things they don't know."

"Mr. Chen is originally a black-headed mage. People in the village know that she left us a yellow talisman to look after the temple maiden. What the people in the village don't know is that she also left us something else."

As she spoke, the old lady pointed to the layer of red cloth spread under the altar table.

She slowly pulled out the red cloth and turned it over.

I was shocked when I saw that behind the red cloth, there was densely written in pale golden regular script, just like a scripture.

Grandma Xiao Tang looked at me and said: "Young man, I am willing to dig up graves and harm people for a lucky charm. In your opinion, I am a foolish person, but that is because you don't understand."

"Nothing I say will work. Do you want to try it yourself?"

"try what?"

The old lady pointed at the red cloth, looked at me and said:

“Try the Lushan Blackhead Dharma School.”
Chapter completed!