It can be seen that the conditions of Xia Min's family are actually okay, and the community where he lives is also one of the best in Monan.

As soon as I entered the door, a faint smell of incense came first.

I looked at Xia Min suspiciously, "Your family is dedicated to the gods?"

"Well, the shrine is here."

Xia Min pointed to the corner of the wall, and I looked in the direction of her finger, and I immediately felt uncomfortable.

The blood-red shrine was blocked by a pitch-black curtain with some strange patterns embroidered on it.

For some reason, I suddenly thought of the coffin.

After a moment's hesitation, I asked again, "Why is this shrine covered with a black cloth?"

"The master let me do it."

I was stunned for a moment, "So, you still have a guide?"

"Can I take a look?"

Xia Min pursed her lips and thought for a while, "I'll go and close the curtains first."

Her actions, combined with this strange shrine, made this sense of foreboding in my heart even stronger.

The curtains were closed, most of the sunlight was cut off, and the room suddenly became dim.

I walked up to the shrine in three or two steps, lifted a corner slightly, and the moment it caught my eye startled.

I didn't see the gods, just a glimpse of an incense burner.

An incense burner in the shape of a human hand.

I lifted it up, and the whole shrine appeared in front of me.

This is enshrined in a god with a body without black, a head like a hump, and a three-pointed fork.

I stared at it for a moment, then turned to me and asked, "Who told you to make it?"

"That's it, a master."

I took a deep breath and whispered, "Send it away, you can't afford to offer it."

"Huh?" Xia Min looked at me puzzled, "Why?"

"Do you know what this is?"

When I asked this, Xia Min was also a little stumbling: "Yes, it's the Dragon God Protector."

Xia Min was right, but only half right.

The Dragon Protector is indeed one of the eight heavenly dragons of Buddhism, and is known for its courage and good fighting.

But this one in the hall is obviously not.

"The real Dragon Heaven Protector has cinnabar marks on his forehead, you ......"

I looked back at the shrine again, "You don't have anything."

Natsumin looked at Yaksha in astonishment, then fell on me again, "And what kind of god is this?"

"God?" I couldn't help but scoff, "It's a ghost!"

After a few seconds of deathly silence, Xia Min knelt on the ground with a thud and kowtowed to the shrine.

"Strange and strange, strange and ......"

Seeing her pious appearance, I was suddenly a little helpless.

It's too deep a poison.

For the righteous gods of the world, I have 10,000 respects.

But I don't tolerate this kind of little ghost who eats incense in the world in the name of God.

I squinted at Xia Min and said softly, "You think you are worshipping a god, but in fact you are the evil ghosts of the underworld."

"On weekdays, you eat human essence and blood, eat human flesh and bones, and do evil in the world, are you sure you still want to worship?"

Xia Min paused, and his head, which had not yet hit the ground, slowly raised again: "What you said is true?"

"This thing doesn't compete with me for incense, why am I lying to you?"

From her confused eyes, I could sense that she was in a bit of a dilemma right now.

From her point of view, I can really understand her.

Incense and flowers have been offered for so long, and now someone suddenly told her that she had worshiped the wrong god, which was indeed a little difficult to accept.

It stands to reason that no one has the right to interfere with religious freedom.

It is against the way of heaven to let such a vicious thing eat fireworks!

After a while, I exhaled softly: "Forget it, you don't have to send it away, let's do this first."

"When you're done with this, you can invite that master out and I'll meet him."

Compared with this evil ghost in the hall, the people who make Xia Min worship are even more terrifying.

It's not good, everything that Xia Min's family is experiencing now has something to do with this evil ghost.

With the appearance of this sentence, Xia Min was like a death row prisoner suddenly acquitted, and his straight back instantly softened.

I cleared my throat and got back to business, "I need a few things, you go get ready."

"You say, I remember."

Xia Min took out a notebook from her bag and looked up at me like a primary school student listening to a class.

"A photo of your husband when he was a child, a set of underwear, a handful of millet, and a pig's head."

"And invite a blood relative of your husband to be there."

Xia Min looked at me suspiciously, "Can't I?"

"No, there must be a blood relationship."

As soon as she heard this, her face suddenly turned embarrassed: "My husband's parents are gone, and we don't have children."

"Can you think of another way?"