My Demon Husband Is a Snake

"Greetings to Protector Zi Shan. You... you personally came to the Divine Temple?"

Chen Ahmao and Protector Zi Shan were about the same height and build, looking down at the two Gate Guards from a higher position, "Are you teaching me how to do my job?"

"No, no, no, we wouldn't dare," the two guards replied, silent as cicadas in winter.

Chen Ahmao's lips slowly curved into a wicked and frightening smile, "The god is calling out to me, and also to this woman by my side."

Big brother, you've been playing too many online games, haven't you?

And you're playing Western ones at that, Eastern deities don't quite act like this, calling out...

I muttered to myself, ready to be exposed.

Yet the guards dared not question and completely trembled as they prostrated on the ground, "So it is the young mistress's decree, please come in quickly!! Both of you, please come in."

Chen Ahmao stepped over the high threshold with ease.

Resulting from pretending to be arrogant, he had his chin lifted too high.

He didn't watch his step and actually trod on his own cloak, embarrassingly stumbling.

I stepped over the threshold at the same time, just in time to catch this idiot, preventing him from falling.

Ahmao, be a bit more steady!! Ah!!

Luckily, the two guards were too frightened and didn't dare lift their heads, so they didn't see their Great Protector Zi Shan almost face-plant.

But when Yang Xi tried to enter, the two guards suddenly stood up and drew their swords to block him.

I didn't mind Yang Xi and continued to walk forward.

The fierce and malevolent statues in the Five Passages Temple had all been moved out.

It was still filled with menacing yin energy, with colored Soul Banners hanging from the domed ceiling in the dim light.

In ancient times, there was North Fox Immortal, South Five Communications.

This meant that in the north, the spirits that often caused trouble were Fox Immortals, while in the south it was the Five Passages God.

"Master, why is it so full of yin energy in here?" Chen Ahmao followed me into the deep and somber heart of the temple, lowering his voice to ask, "And there are cold breezes moving around, this... could there be... ghosts in here??"

"Ghosts?" I looked at Chen Ahmao, a grown man shivering all over in an empty hall, his feet practically tiptoeing as he moved, and felt helpless, "Why would you think that?"

"In horror movies, don't female ghosts always climb onto handsome men's backs and breathe in their ears?" Chen Ahmao lifted the brim of his hat, looking around nervously, "I just feel chilly all over."

I gave him a reassurance pill, "Rest assured, your looks can ward off evil, no female ghost will look for you."

"Then I'm relieved," Chen Mao patted his chest like an amusing treasure.

Suddenly realizing, I thought this child might be pretending to be foolish to ease my mood, "Do you not feel that the cold wind seems to rove around below the waist level? The Soul Banners are the most easily agitated, yet they're so still."

"Ahhh ahhh ahhh..." Chen Ahmao jumped in place, screaming terribly with a pallid face, "Could it be that invisible female ghosts are crawling around on the floor? Might a hand suddenly reach out from underneath?"

I was wrong, Chen Ahmao was just genuinely afraid of ghosts and had no intention of pretending to be mad or stupid.

With such a suspicious and faint-hearted temperament, he actually wants to study Mysterious Art?

Why not just aim for the sky?

"It means there's something under the ground, but not necessarily a ghost." I found a place where the cold breeze gathered, slowly crouched down, and tapped on the floor tiles with my knuckles, "There should be a space beneath the temple; we need to find the mechanism."

Damn, inside the tiles seemed to be filled with coir.

It can absorb yin energy and moisture, making the tiles exceptionally solid as well.

Even though the cold breeze gathered on this tile, the sensation when knocking on it was quite ordinary.

Even using my Spiritual Eye with all my might, I couldn't penetrate these dark and ghastly blue-black tiles.

"In novels and TV shows, mechanisms typically involve candlesticks. Try turning a candlestick," I suggested.

Chen Ahmao found a bronze crane candlestick and gave it a twist. With a click, the sound of a mechanism slowly opening was actually heard...