I don't know what Ning Xue's expression was at that moment, but I could deeply feel the softness of her chest against my own and the irregular "bang bang bang" sound of her heartbeat. Not to mention her, even a grown man like me had my heart pounding!

After a while, the man in the suit did not recognize us and thought we were just a young couple passing by. He turned around and continued to walk into the hall.

"Xu Fei...you..." Ning Xue's voice was a little weak. This was completely unlike her usual self. She thought something was wrong.

"Ah! Sorry!" I quickly let go of her and said embarrassedly, "That person just turned around and looked at us, so I..."

Unexpectedly, Ning Xue smiled, stuck out her tongue at me, and said, "I know, let's go!" and walked in first.

I felt as if I had been pardoned, and I followed him regardless.

Inside the temple, burning incense and candles lined the left and right sides, and in the center stood a statue of the Seventh Lord. We watched the man in the suit bow before the statue. Also inside the temple, seven or eight people, men and women, young and old, were praying, kneeling on straw mats.

Since we were already there, Ning Xue and I walked over, clasped our hands together, and bowed before the statue, though we didn't kneel. The man in the suit was standing next to me. Everyone else kept their eyes closed while kneeling, but I kept one open and stole a glance at the man in the suit next to me.

While we were all worshipping the statue with our eyes closed, the man in the suit hid in a corner behind it. He quickly took off his suit, revealing a coarse linen shirt underneath. He then pulled a piece of skin from his brown wallet and covered his face with it. When he raised his head again, he had completely transformed into a wrinkled old man. He put his suit back into his wallet.

After finishing all this, he came out and walked to a low table with incense jars on it, sat down, and looked in my direction. I quickly closed my eyes and mumbled something nonsense.

After a while, I heard the rustling of people standing up. I opened my eyes and saw that the uncles and aunts who had finished worshipping the statue walked up to the wrinkled old man and threw some incense money into the statue. Then I heard the wrinkled old man put his hands together and said, "The Seventh Master has already known your wish. Wait for good news."

So, these uncles and aunts left happily.

Ning Xue and I were the only ones left in the hall, along with three others. One was an elderly woman in her eighties or nineties, equally wrinkled and toothless, leaning on a cane. Another was a middle-aged woman, plainly dressed and laboring, clearly a woman who toiled daily, yet still possessed a charming demeanor, though her complexion was a bit haggard. The third was a small boy of seven or eight with a bowl-shaped haircut. At first glance, these three looked like a family.

I watched the three of them kneeling in front of the statue for a long time. I really don’t know what wishes they wanted to express for so long?

"Does it really work?" Ning Xue had already run to the wrinkled old man, the man in the suit before, and seemed to be asking whether worshiping this statue was effective.

However, the wrinkled old man said calmly, "Please pay the incense money."

Ning Xue took out ten red banknotes from her bag and put them into the incense jar. Damn, I was shocked at that time. This is not the way to spend so much money. It’s better to give it to me than to stuff it into this jar!

"If it works, I will have people renovate this temple and recast the statue for the Seventh Master!" Ning Xue said with great pride.

The wrinkled old man finally looked up at her, and as he did so, I suddenly saw his eyes change slightly, a hint of greed and covetousness in his pupils. I secretly shouted, "Oh no! This damn guy is trying to take advantage of Ning Xue!" and was about to step forward to warn him.

The old man spoke up, "Lady donor, Master Seventh already knows your wish. It won't be long before you get what you want."

"Really?" Ning Xue was skeptical. She rolled her eyes and asked, "You're the temple keeper here, right? Do you know what my wish is?"

The old man Ning Xue called the temple keeper paused, then replied, "Everything has its own destiny. Since you've already made a wish, why ask again?"

While they were arguing, Su Xiaoniu suddenly reminded them, "This man has a demonic aura, and the entire temple is filled with demonic aura. You must not be careless."