The yard is like an exterior wall, with weeds everywhere.

There is a low house on each side of the left and right sides. There should have been land inside and the Kitchen God worshipped, but now it has been changed to what it is.

The three main halls still have the original appearance of the City God Temple, but the statues inside have long been dilapidated and cannot see clearly.

After entering the main hall, the light suddenly darkened.

The old woman took out three incense sticks from the side of the palace gate and walked to the statue.

I saw her fingers incense, her left hand wrapped her right hand, and her wrist was swaying gently.

"clatter……"

Incense, no fire, spontaneous combustion.

Then the old woman raised the incense to her forehead, bent her body downward, and inserted the incense into the incense altar.

After doing all this, she picked up the crutch and looked at Fang Zheng again.

"You come too!"

As he said that, he took three incense sticks again, flipped them with one hand, and lit them.

"yes."

Fang Zheng looked at the other party's palm with curiosity, took the incense, and took it as he could.

Looking at the blurred statue in front of him, a trace of daze flashed in his eyes.

There are ghosts, mages in this world, and there should be gods and immortals.

I don’t know if I accidentally offended a god, so I was pulled here by it.

If the gods really have spirits, I hope they can send themselves back with great compassion.

No more...

Let’s bless your relatives and friends in your previous life to be healthy and have a good life, and don’t worry about yourself.

well!

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng sighed silently.

Then he held the burning incense in his hand, stepped forward, and inserted the incense respectfully into the incense altar.

Turning sideways, it was a satisfied expression of the witch Ma.

"Um."

The old woman nodded and gently paused the crutch in her hand: "You wait here, I'll get what you want."

“Hard work.”

Fang Zheng opened his mouth.

The other party turned around and went to the side hall, and soon walked out with some things.

"One talisman pen, three cents; half a cinnabar ink strip, two cents, twenty talisman paper, and four cents of silver."

"A total of five cents and four cents."

A few things are inconspicuous, and you can put them in your arms with a pack of greased paper, but the price is really painful.

Fang Zheng touched the shriveled purse on his waist and discussed: "Look, if you wipe off the fraction, can you get five cents of silver?"

“…”

The wrinkles on the old woman's face shook, and her voice became gloomy: "Young man, do you think it's possible?"

"I saw you respectful to God, so I made an exception and agreed to sell indiscriminately. Don't be too arrogant!"

Fang Zheng smiled embarrassedly.

It seems that it is really not good to talk about business in front of the gods.

But he still didn't plan to give up: "In this way, I will buy another ready-made talisman. Will you erase the fractions?"

But he suddenly thought that he really needed a real talisman so that he could make a comparison when drawing the talisman.

"You want to buy my talisman?"

The old woman's eyes flashed, suppressing the anger that surged in her heart, and asked, "What kind of talisman do you want to buy?"

Fang Zheng: "What is the cheapest talisman?"

“…”

The old woman's eyes were gloomy and she didn't say a word.

Fang Zheng also looked helpless: "Grandma Ma, it's not that I don't want to buy expensive ones, but I really don't have money."

"Hmph!"

The old woman snorted and was about to say something, but suddenly she frowned and looked at the side hall.

"I want to practice drawing talismans, and I will definitely not come only this time. We will have some business in the future."

Fang Zheng did not notice the change in her expression and continued: "This time it's done, I'll look for you next time."

"Enough!"

The old woman's eyes flashed, and she didn't know what she thought, and directly interrupted her words: "What kind of talisman do you want?"

Fang Zheng was shocked and hurriedly said, "How to sell the evil talisman?"

"Five cents!"

"Is it okay for three cents?"

The old woman's hand holding the crutch suddenly tightened, and she raised her head and looked Fangzheng up and down.

It seems like I want to remember him completely.

After a pause, she said, "There are three cents, but I am not sure whether it can be used or not."

"this……"

Fang Zheng hesitated a little.

However, after touching the wallet that was less than nine cents of silver, he still said, "It doesn't matter, but the fraction must be erased."

"hehe……"

The old woman smiled unintelligently, then bent down and took out a piece of talisman paper stacked in triangles under the legs of the altar.

Fang Zheng's expression changed.

"Don't look so ugly."

She stood up and handed over the talisman paper that was placing the table legs: "Three cents of silver, you should be content."

"Grandma Ma."

Fang Zheng could only smile bitterly: "Are you sure, this talisman might be useful?"

"You can not."

The old woman's face remained unchanged.

"All right!"

Fang Zheng sighed and took the talisman paper: "However, why fold it into a triangle?"

"After folding it, can it be used?"

"Hey!"

The old woman shook her head, as if she was feeling the ignorance of Fangzheng.

"The triangle is a talisman; there is a sharp blade, also known as a sword talisman, which is the most common shape of a magic talisman."

"This shape of talisman is usually used when dealing with external evil... and it is useless to tell you."

It turns out that there is such a saying that it is stacked into triangles, but it is not recorded in the book.

Fang Zheng changed his mind and then reluctantly took out eight cents of silver and bought something.

…………

Watching Fang Zheng walk out of the outside door, the old woman slowly turned around and looked towards the side hall.

"Sir."

Some time ago, a man in black appeared there.

The man in black is tall and thin, with gloomy eyes and an unnatural pale scent on his face.

"It's time for you to leave!"

The old woman lowered her head, ignored the other party's existence, turned around and walked towards the statue: "For the sake of the same lineage, I have been inviting you for two days. Don't come again in the future. I don't welcome you here."

"No matter what, thanks to my junior this time."

The man in black sighed: "My aunt manages this place so much that even the wizards of the court cannot track me down."
To be continued...