The area in the Yin Yang Temple does not look large, that is, the size of half a football field.

Dim oil lamps hang on the surrounding walls, swaying and giving people the feeling that they will go out at any time.

In the center of the main hall, there is a huge altar, on which are placed three statues of gods that we are familiar with, the ancestor of the three Qing Dynasty,

The sitting statue of the ancestor is about two meters high, looking at us with a smile on the corner of his eyebrows, without the solemn feeling in an ordinary Taoist temple.

This seated statue can be carved vividly, like a living person, and the dust placed on the knee seems to be slightly stirred.

The Sanqing statues are different, but the only thing they have in common is that they look at us as if they are looking at the younger generations, gentle and kind.

When we saw the gods like this, our hearts slowly relaxed, and our relaxed expressions returned to our faces again.

Located under the altar, there are two futons for kneeling and worshipping.

The appearance of this futon is very special, and it is not quite the same as the futon in the futon temple Taoist temple.

There are no patterns on it, just two solid-colored futons, one black and one white, which are extremely conspicuous.

When we first stepped into the Yin and Yang Temple, the first thing we saw was this futon.

There is a calm and peaceful atmosphere in the hall, and we can't help but relax when we walk into the hall, for fear of destroying such a peaceful atmosphere.

No one spoke, quietly walked into the temple and looked around, and walked towards the altar without saying a word.

The rest of the place was empty, and the only thing in the hall was this altar and the two futons.

"I can't pick up this thing."

When Lao Song walked to the bottom of the altar, he squatted down and studied the futon carefully, but found that this thing couldn't be picked up at all.

It's like being set in the ground, and no matter how hard we try, it's useless.

When I heard this, I followed the sound and smiled, involuntarily wryly,

Junfang Ancestor and their hobby is to play with people, to play to death,

When you come to these places to explore, you must not only be able to drive away ghosts and evil spirits, but also be able to play reasoning, understand history, and watch feng shui.

Why do you think this is a bit like a puzzle game?

There is no floral decoration on the outside, and the simple atmosphere emanates from the futon, and at a glance you know that this thing is a little old.

"Worship God first when you pass by, this is our ancestor, don't be in a hurry to study, worship first."

Dad smiled and pulled up Lao Song, who was squatting and studying the futon,

A group of seven people stood under the altar together, their eyes showed pious color, knelt down deeply, and bowed three times.

As the saying goes, it's better to worship the big brother than to worship the great god, these three gods are worshiped by us, and they should also bless us.

I don't know why, the two futons were placed on the ground, but when they knelt down, no one dared to touch the futons, but they were far away.

No one can say why, I just think this thing is not a good stubble, and I feel a strange feeling when I look at it, and I feel panicked in my heart.

This futon must not be simple, my intuition tells me that it seems to be no good to be close to this thing.

Although I don't know what threat it poses to us, maybe there is a hidden murder in this futon.

In my imagination, the most reliable scene is that Lao Song just sat on the futon, and was immediately blown up by the mysterious weapon that came out below.

"What are you thinking, why are you laughing so obscenely?"

Just as I was destroying Lao Song in my mind, a soft question woke me up,

Hurriedly looked up, Lao Song's eyes were full of doubts, and he was looking at me curiously,

"Nothing, nothing, I'm studying this mysterious and vicissitudes of futon."

I smiled hypocritically and hid the reality of destroying him ideologically, damn, this grandson's eyes are good enough hey,

"You can't be obscene in your mind, I'm blown up by the futon, right?" Old Song sneered,

", I'm that kind of person." I cried out indignantly, with a look of grievance on my face, and I was about to shed two crystal clear tears.

At this moment, the fat man coughed lightly on the side and whispered, "You just read it out yourself"

"By the way, what secrets do you say this Yin Yang Hall has, it's really mysterious."

I looked around with a serious face, like a person from a professional scientific expedition team, if I was given a pair of glasses with literary and artistic glasses, I would definitely look like a scholar.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's eat Lao Tzu first."

Old Song's grief and indignation roared suddenly, and a strong wind came towards me, his face was like a demon, and he was bound to slap me to death under the palm of his hand.

But can I let him clean it up, are you kidding?

"Oh, it hurts so much on my back."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked like he was seriously injured and about to die, looked at Lao Song with a pale face, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Song, you fight, I'm cheap, don't be angry." ”

"Can you get a face" Lao Song's fists clenched, his eyes were about to fly out, and the roots of his teeth were clenched,

"What is the face, can you eat it?" I glanced at the rest of the people and smiled curiously,

Seeing that we were laughing, my father sighed helplessly and shouted in a low voice: "Don't make a fuss, let's hurry up and find clues." ”

Everyone nodded when they heard this, and carefully found clues around.

Lao Song and I are in charge of the Shentai, and the rest of us are looking for clues in other parts of the hall.

Bent down and bowed to the sitting statue, Lao Song also made the same movements as me, and muttered in his mouth: "Master Zu, don't be weird, let's study and study the Shentai, and definitely don't disturb you." ”

The words fell, and I got on the altar together, and looked at it without falling,

What annoys me the most in this life is when I look for clues at the university exam site and on the expedition.

In fact, the nature of these two things is the same.

Post the answer directly, we copied the answer and passed the exam, and the teacher was happy, what's wrong,

It's the same here, put the clues directly on the table for us to see clearly, and easily pass the level, the ancestor also has face.

"What the hell is this?"

Just when I was groping around with a bitter face, Old Song said quietly,

"Something."

As soon as I heard this, I was also curious, and hurriedly walked to Lao Song's side and followed him to take a look.

I saw that he was squinting at the top of the altar, and there seemed to be several patterns under the statue of the Sanqing Patriarch

I watched with him for a long time and couldn't see why.

Under the seated statue of Taishang Laojun, there is a Taiji diagram, black and white,

Next to the Yuan Shi Tianzun, there are two hexagrams in the Book of Changes, the Qiangua Kun hexagram,

The last pattern, located under Lingbao Tianzun, is a diagram of innate gossip,

What does this mean?

For a while, Lao Song and I looked at each other, and our eyes were full of doubts.