After stepping into the ancestral hall, I looked back at the fat Taoist priest, who pretended not to know me and continued to complete his work.

I didn't ask too much, and walked towards the ancestral hall with the flow of people.

The area of the ancestral hall itself is not large, but it is crowded with people at the moment, but fortunately, the believers with small flags behind them all seem to be stupid, and no one pays attention to me at all.

On both sides of the courtyard of the ancestral hall, there are all kinds of strange and strange stone carvings, and under closer inspection, these stone carvings look like sharp-beaked monkey gills, which are very similar to rats.

Compared to the gods enshrined in Wong Tai Sin's heart, it should be.

On the walls and eaves, there are two or three meters long ghost drawing charms, these charms, at least I have never seen before, are very chaotic and complicated.

In front of the ancestral hall, four high-backed chairs were placed, and people in the village who could speak sat on them, including Uncle Song, and the other three were all slightly young.

In the ancestral hall, in front of the replaced stone statue, the tributes on the altar have been replaced normally, and there are three high incense sticks inserted in the incense burner.

We believers are not allowed to enter the ancestral hall, and after stepping into the courtyard, we will stand in place and wait quietly, and from time to time someone will come in again, so we have to squeeze in front.

The believers were very quiet, and when they stood still, they recited the sutra to themselves.

I listened carefully to the chatter of the person next to me for a long time, but I didn't hear a word clearly, and finally had to give up.

After another five minutes or so, everyone in the ancestral hall should have arrived, except for the managers appointed by Wong Tai Sin, the rest of them had to stand quietly in the courtyard.

Uncle Song sat in front of the ancestral hall, squeezed his hands a little nervously, and when his eyes swept over me, he quickly turned it away, for fear that I would be discovered.

I quietly looked around, it was almost dark, and Wong Tai Sin himself was nowhere to be seen.

At this time, the fat Taoist priest swaggered to the side and asked several other managers:

"All ready?"

Seeing them nodding, the fat Taoist priest walked to the center of the ancestral hall, and raised his chin uncontrollably:

"All the immortals, get ready to welcome the great immortals!"

All the believers in the courtyard pressed their hands to their chests, and then slowly bent down.

I hurriedly followed them, but my eyes never left the fat Taoist.

The fat Taoist priest then shouted earnestly:

"Worship!"

As the words fell, the believers lifted the clothes covering their legs in unison and skillfully, and then knelt on the ground with a "bang!" sound.

The sound of knees hitting the ground is terrifying.

It seems that whoever kneels down loudly will respect Wong Tai Sin.

No wonder when I first arrived, I saw that many of the believers were walking unsteadily, and I thought they were not in good health.

This kind of self-mutilating kneeling can only be thought of by this kind of evil crookedness.

Although extremely reluctant, I still bent down in a half-squat, and at the same time looked at the fat Taoist priest with some anger.

Who is the slowest move, he can see clearly, and when he sees that my eyes are cold, he can only blink weakly, turn his head away, and shout:

"Settle!"

I followed the movements of the believers, leaning forward halfway, sitting on my heels, clasping my hands in front of my abdomen, and closing my eyes and chanting.

Of course I won't close my eyes, what is this posture, and I don't know how that Wong Tai Sin remembered.

Hidden in the community of believers, I looked around to observe the details in the ancestral hall.

Uncle Song and the other four sat on the chair and were cold there, no one cared and no one asked, and those managers were already sitting on the side of the ancestral hall, and a few people were smiling and smoking.

Time passed minute by minute, and it was really uncomfortable to be caught in the middle of a group of unconscious believers.

Fortunately, as the sky gradually turned dark, it was estimated that it was already around half past seven, and the moon came out early.

There is no light in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, and the believers can't see each other's faces clearly, so I should be the safest at this time.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, I straightened up a little and twisted my waist, which was almost stiff.

At this time, the obese Taoist priest, who had not shown his head, walked out of the inner house of the ancestral hall, walked quickly to the courtyard, and shouted to all the believers:

"Immortals, lie down!"

At first, many believers didn't know what it meant, and were a little at a loss, probably because they had never done it before.

The fat Taoist priest hurriedly walked to the first row of believers, pressed his fat hand on his head and pressed it down, and after his head touched the ground, he continued to shout:

"Did you get it?"

At this time, these believers followed the example of the previous one after another and buried their heads in the ground.

When I bent down, I found that the fat Taoist priest was secretly looking at me, and after squeezing his eyes at me quickly, he hurried back.

What does this mean? Wong Tai Sin is coming out?

For a while, the atmosphere of the entire ancestral hall became extremely solemn, and the managers who were smoking casually just now also stood up solemnly.

Uncle Song was the oldest, in poor health, and he kept coughing while sitting in a chair.

Seeing this, a manager walked over and patted Uncle Song on the shoulder without manner, pointed at him and gave him a few fierce warnings, and threw him a towel, which should be used for him to cover his mouth.

At this time, the moonlight is getting brighter.

I looked up, and the clouds had dispersed, and there was not a single star in the sky, only the moon was round and bright.

At the same time, the ancestral hall was already suffocatingly silent, obviously crowded with so many people, but there was no sound.

At this time, the door of the back room "creaked" and was pushed open.

I quietly raised my head slightly, hid in the middle of the gap and looked ahead.

I saw a man wearing a blanket and shorts on his upper body, walking out worriedly.

The man was extremely thin, carrying his back when he walked forward, the subcutaneous ribs on his chest were clearly visible, and his legs in slippers were as muscular as bamboo sticks.

The small head also has small pointed eyes and two long whiskers under the nose, like an anthropomorphic mouse.

Although I was in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, the powerful aura on this person's body could already be clearly felt.

Huang Daxian in the Spirit Lotus Realm originally looked like this.

This is the first time I have seen this breed, and I hid in the yard and watched, and I was still a little panicked.

Huang Daxian frowned worriedly, walked quickly to the door of the ancestral hall, first looked up at the moon in the sky, then touched his long beard, and said to himself in a sharp voice:

"Gotta get ahead!"

At this moment, Uncle Song, who was sitting next to Wong Tai Sin, suddenly coughed violently without holding back.

He was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth with a towel, but he still didn't stop the cough.

Wong Tai Sin was staring at the moon with his back to Uncle Song, but he was instantly pulled back by these coughs.

I saw Wong Tai Sin, who was carrying his back, slowly turned around, staring at Uncle Song with bright eyes, and smiled strangely at him.

Then it raised its hand violently, and the long jet-black nails exposed on its fingers pierced Uncle Song's throat with an instant.