There is a saying among the people, the gate faces south, the children and grandchildren are not cold, and the gate faces west, noisy and crying.

To put it simply, the gate faces west, the sunshine is very poor, there is no day long, and the house is cold and cloudy.

There are also rumors among the people that newborn babies can see some things that ordinary people can't see, and because of this, they are frightened and cry non-stop.

Sitting in the north and facing south, this is the principle.

In modern times, some houses built in rural areas are still located in the north and facing south direction.

"It's strange that these temples and houses on Temple Street are all facing west. ”

In the past, Ding Jie had never been to Temple Street, and it wasn't until he found that Temple Street was a little abnormal this time, so he came here to 'brush up on merit'.

As soon as I got off the bus, I arrived at Temple Street, and before I entered, I saw the strange direction of the buildings on Temple Street.

Most of the temples sit in an east-to-west direction.

It stands to reason that the pattern of the worship of the 'gods' should be more exquisite.

But from the source, there is a problem with the architecture in this direction.

Yin and damp are heavy.

You can't see the sun all year round, and the humidity and yin are not heavy?

For some reason, I always feel that Temple Street is weird.

The last time I was on the No. 303 bus, I met the two men in ancient costumes, which should not be accidental.

It has a lot to do with here.

Because the two men in ancient costumes got on the bus on Temple Street.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening, and there was still an endless stream of pilgrims on Temple Street.

Blood charms, paper money, weird stone statues, eerie temples... It doesn't seem to disturb the enthusiasm of the pilgrims at all.

Speaking of which, Temple Street is a long street.

It is similar to Wangfujing Street in Shangjing, a straight street, seven or eight hundred meters long.

A street is full of temples and Taoist temples.

There are no less than thirty or forty houses, and on June 6, it is extremely spectacular.

The pilgrims who come here are nothing more than fortune tellers, fortune tellers, lots, prayers, and vows.

When you go out to temples and Taoist temples on the streets, the most common ones are the vendors who set up fortune telling stalls and sell stalls such as charms and exorcisms.

This year's June 6 is very different, as soon as Ding Jie walked into Temple Street, she smelled a heavy smell of blood.

It stinks.

On both sides of the road, shamans are filled with paper money and blood-red charms, as if the scene of a rural funeral is overlooked.

But the pilgrims didn't seem to notice the paper money and blood charms at all, and they stopped and went, entering a temple and leaving another temple, as if they didn't care about the gloomy atmosphere at all.

"Donor, stop... Please wait a moment, and ask the old man to count your life. I see that your Yin Hall is black, and there are bursts of blood-red clouds floating on your head, and there will definitely be a blood-light disaster in the near future. ”

Walking less than 30 meters, there is a fortune-telling stall on the street, hanging a 'count the heavens and the earth, count the world' flag monk, aged about 50 years old, Ding Jie just walked in front of the monk's stall, he blocked Ding Jie's way, smiling, very fat, like Maitreya Buddha.

The monk still has Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, but the Buddhist beads are somewhat strange, they are white, and there are some strange lines, and from a distance, they look like pieces of bones.

Fortune teller?

There were a lot of fortune tellers on Temple Street, but Ding Jie didn't pay much attention to it, and turned around to leave.

Like these fortune tellers, they are basically charlatans.

Commonly known as the god stick.

Don't believe it at all.

Instead of wasting time here, go in search of the unknown horror.

"Not available!"

With that, he left the fortune-telling booth.

"Donor, donor... The old man didn't lie to you, you really have a bloody disaster, as long as you buy a blood charm, you will be protected from disaster. ”

Without waiting for the monk to finish speaking, Ding Jie walked away.

There are three Qing Taoist temples, patriarch Taoist temples, Guanyin temples, and Buddha temples······

In just half an hour of the world, Ding Jie went to four or five temples and Taoist temples in a row, but did not find any abnormal phenomena.

Except for the monks and Taoist priests in the temple or Taoist temple who desperately recommend incense packages to you, there is really no abnormal phenomenon in the rest.

Money.

Offering incense to the 'gods and Buddhas' is really something that only rich people can do.

"Maitreya Buddha Temple? ”

Walking to the front of the Maitreya Buddha Temple, Ding Jie stopped, the direction of the temple is to sit north and face south, there are many pilgrims inside, there are two lanterns hanging in front of the door of the temple, emitting a green light, very eye-catching.

"Donor, please come in... Do you offer incense, or do you ask for a hexagram?" As soon as he walked in, a little monk and nun stepped forward to lead the way.

"Don't ask for a signature, don't ask for a hexagram. I just want to ask you if there are any dead people here today. Ding Jie replied blandly.

"Donor, you're laughing. This is a holy place for Buddhism, how can people die. Compared with previous years, this year's temple fair is a bit chaotic. But in our temple, no one has ever died. Donor, if you ask for a sign and ask for a hexagram, you will make incense and make a vow. Our Buddha Gate is wide open, and if you come here to have nothing to do, please leave this pure place. "The little monks and nuns are full of pearls, and they are upright.

"It's a joke. I'm here to beg..."

"Bang bang!"

There seems to be a sound in the temple.

It's not very big, but Ding Jie has already cultivated the 'Nine Yang Divine Skill' to the second level, and his hearing is far better than ordinary people, even if it is a small voice, he still hears it.

The sound of gnawing.

So familiar.

It's the gnawing sound from the basement a few days ago.

Sure enough, Temple Street was not very peaceful.

There are unknown horrors.

The direction of the sound source is in a wing room of the temple, which is very remote.

"I'm here to ask for a fortune. Ding Jie replied.

Enter the monastery.

Without waiting for the little monk or nun to lead the way, he walked straight towards the wing.

The gnawing sound grew louder and louder, without a pause.

Didn't go.

The unknown horror is not gone yet.

"Donor, you can't go there, that's the inner courtyard of the temple. If outsiders can't enter, you have to offer incense and ask for a signature, and I will take you to the main hall. ”

Who knew that Ding Jie didn't care about the obstruction at all, walked to the door of the wing room, and kicked the wing open with one kick.

Inside was a little girl.

He was not very old, only five or six years old, as if he was munching on something, and the food was very delicious.

"Donor, this little girl is the little girl we took in a few days ago. There's nothing to see here, so please go with me to incense. The little monk and nun stepped forward quickly, blocked the door, and prevented Ding Jie from entering, explaining.

There was no lamp in the house, it was very dark.

I can't see the inside clearly.

A little girl doesn't hold the lamp in the house, isn't she afraid?

Hermès bags?

Suddenly, Ding Jie saw a valuable bag on the ground in the house.

There were also some expensive clothes, on which there were some traces of blood that had not dried up.

When he went to see the little girl again, there was a beam of moonlight coming in.

The little girl's mouth and face were full of red liquid

It's like blood.

She's drinking ketchup?

"It doesn't seem illegal for you to take in the little girl without permission, right?!"

"I think I'd better take her to the police station. ”

The next second.

Ding Jie moved.

Walking towards the wing, the little monk and nun couldn't stop it at all.

'Click!'

The door was closed.

"Uncle, do you eat big bones? After eating big bones, can you take me to my mother? I miss my mom. ”

At this moment, in the dimly lit room, the little girl smiled, holding a large bloody bone, gnawing and biting, while showing her white teeth covered with blood. walked towards Ding Jie.

Quiet.

There was silence in the room.

As long as the gnawing sound is harsh.