"Spiritual Temple? Donor, why are you asking about this? ”

The abbot's eyes suddenly froze, his face became a little heavy and serious, and even the girl, who was originally chewing an apple with a playful face, suddenly stopped her movements and looked at Yang Shuo.

Well? Why is the atmosphere suddenly a little wrong?

Yang Shuo could feel that suddenly the air around him was dead, maybe this was the legendary most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

Although Wu Fatzi didn't know about the Lingdong Temple, it was not difficult to see the expressions of the abbot and the girl that Yang Shuo seemed to have said a very serious problem.

"Little brother, let's go, this temple feels a little abnormal, let's take the talisman or go, at most I won't charge you money." Fat Wu quietly approached Yang Shuo's ear and said in a low voice.

The abbot in this temple also has a young girl, judging from the previous dialogue and actions between the girl and the abbot, it is not difficult to see that this temple is indeed something special, although Wu Fatzi loves money but is very afraid of trouble, anyway, he and Yang Shuo have got a peace charm, neither he nor Yang Shuo has lost anything, Wu Fatzi even if he doesn't want Yang Shuo's twenty yuan, he will earn it.

Since you got cheap, you can't get into trouble, so you naturally want to leave early.

"It's nothing, I've just heard of the Lingdong Temple, and this temple is also very similar to the name of the Lingdong Temple." Yang Shuo naturally understood what Wu Fatzi meant, but Lingdong Temple still had to be found.

The abbot's eyes slanted slightly, and he looked at the girl's reaction with the corner of his eye, and then explained to Yang Shuo: "I'm sorry, the old man has never heard of the Spirit Temple. ”

Don't have a Lingdong Temple? Shouldn't it?

Yang Shuo's intuition told him that the people in the chat group should not be deceiving, but why is there no Lingdong Temple?

Since he didn't ask what was going on, Yang Shuo didn't stay in the temple for long, and followed Wu Fatzi out of the temple.

"Little brother, you inquire about that temple, I really haven't heard of it, I've lived in this water street for many years, and that temple is still the first time I've heard it, maybe there really isn't that temple, or that temple isn't here at all, we're friends, this is my business card, you can call me for anything in the future." Fat Wu handed Yang Shuo a business card, which clearly read: No. 239 Water Street, Fat Brother Optical Store.

After saying goodbye to Wu Fatzi, Yang Shuo didn't know where he was now, it should be a small park, there were flowers and stone benches everywhere, and there were also many middle-aged and elderly people walking here, Yang Shuo casually found a stone bench and sat down, took out his mobile phone to see the situation in the chat group.

Unable to find the temple that didn't exist, Yang Shuo suddenly doubted the authenticity of the chat group.

The situation in the chat group is still active on a daily basis, but a message two minutes ago caught Yang Shuo's attention.

Ling Kongzi: "Someone came to ask the abbot about the news of the Lingdong Temple today. ”

Tianyi Taoist: "What person?" Is it the enemy? ”

Ghost Swordsman: "Isn't that group of onmyoji?" Hmph, it's really haunting. ”

The ghost swordsman also added a grumpy emoji, which fully and vividly expressed his current mood.

Baimei Daoren: "Girl, tell me what the hell is going on." ”

Ling Kongzi: "It's two young people, one looks about eighteen or nineteen years old, white and clean a bit like a student, and the other is a fat man, wearing an inferior brand, with a pair of sunglasses on his head, a little thief's eyebrows, but he has some smell of incense, and he should be in the place where incense is burned for a long time." ”

When Yang Shuo saw this piece of news, he pursed his lips and felt a little aggrieved: "How do you feel that this volley is talking about me and Wu Fatzi, could it be that the girl is this volley?" ”

"But it's a little bit wrong, didn't Ling Kongzi say that he practiced in the Spirit Temple? Why is it in Lingming Temple again? The more Yang Shuo thought about it, the more puzzled he became.

Bai Mei Daoren: "I think there should be no problem, that group of people should not appear on Water Street, what is the difference between that and throwing yourself into the net, and ask about the Lingdong Temple in front of you, but you also have to be careful, if anything happens, remember to notify the people in the group as soon as possible." ”

Ling Kongzi: "Don't talk about it, the abbot wants to take this girl to McDonald's, 886"

Master Takekong: "Well, speaking of McDonald's, the old man is also hungry, the same 886." ”

Baimei Daoren: "......"

Tianyi Taoist: "......"

Ghost Swordsman: "......"

Yunshan Zhenren: "......"

Xuanling Immortal: "If there is really a father, there must be a daughter." ”

Yang Shuo still didn't understand the relationship between Lingdong Temple and Lingming Temple, as well as the authenticity of this chat group.

"Could it be that Lingming Temple is Lingdong Temple?" Although Yang Shuo's conjecture didn't know whether it was correct or not, the only thing that was certain was that Ling Kongzi was also in Lingming Temple, and naturally Lingming Temple and Lingdong Temple had some ulterior relationship, but he didn't know.

Yang Shuo hung the peace charm given by Ling Kongzi on his heart, he didn't know if this peace charm would work, but since he had seen the red-clothed female ghost in the school's piano room, he was at least suspicious of these ghosts.

The sky is getting dark, and the time is about eight o'clock, and the people who set up stalls and shops on Water Street are leaving and closing in a hurry, and it seems that everyone in this area has the habit of going to bed early and resting early.

Yang Shuo wanted to stop a taxi and prepare to go home, but there were very few passers-by, and even if there were, he didn't pull Yang Shuo, as if he was blind, he passed by him, and there was no driver on the taxi software to pick up his order, and he didn't get a ride for half an hour.

"What the hell is going on, can't you go back today?" Yang Shuo looked at the scenery on the road, there were few passers-by, but many houses were brightly lit, and there were not even a few street lamps on the water street, so it was naturally dark on the street.

"This little brother, why are you still wandering here so late, aren't you going home yet?" Seeing that Yang Shuo had been wandering on the side of the street, an old uncle dressed very plainly stepped forward and asked.

"Uncle, is it only half past eight? I want to go back, but I can't get a taxi. Yang Shuo shook his phone aggrievedly, indicating that even the taxi software couldn't help him.

"Don't you know, there is a custom in Water Street that you must not wander on the street before nine o'clock, and almost everyone has to turn off the lights and go to bed after ten o'clock, and today is much earlier than usual, don't you know what day it is?"

"What day is it? Midyear Festival? Yang Shuo looked at the calendar on his phone, and indeed today is the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and the Zhongyuan Festival is commonly known as the "Ghost Festival".