After a pause, he spoke again, "Later, I learned that that old immortal was actually the first head of the White Cloud Palace."

I patted my head and said, "That's why you said that the glory of the White Cloud Palace has something to do with you."

"Well, it's a direct relationship."

I touched the basin by myself, and the fog in my heart gradually lifted.

No wonder this golden light is not dazzling, this is actually a treasure light, shining on people, it can indeed bring good luck.

There is a local method among the people, saying that if this person feels that the time is not good, he will go to the gold shop more often, and the gold, silver and jewelry in it can improve people's magnetic field.

Miao Zhu said leisurely: "Originally, we have always been safe here, and when we are short of money, we will kowtow a few times to the basin, and we will definitely make a windfall one day."

"It's not a lot of money every time, but it's definitely enough to sustain food and drink, and it's been over the years."

He kept rubbing the basin and muttered, "About fifty years ago, I took over from my father and became the new temple priest."

"The man of the forest took it by skill, and destroyed my mouthful, and sealed us in the altar, and finally took this temple for himself."

Miaozhu turned his head to look at me and whispered, "I'll tell you this, you can go and confirm it."

"How can it be sealed without evidence?"

"You're ignoring one thing."

The corners of Miao Zhu's mouth showed a chuckle: "I, an old ghost who has been dead for so many years, why can I swagger in the Ziwei Temple?"

"Even if there is no incense in this temple, and there is no spirituality, the statue of Emperor Ziwei is not something that ordinary evil people dare to offend!"

"This is my house! That's the best proof!"

I thought about it for a moment and analyzed it secretly.

Indeed, from the moment he entered this temple, he was very comfortable and did not see the slightest nervousness.

Although the temple is dilapidated and dilapidated, there is still a spirit alive - the face of the idol is the best proof of this.

People are old before old legs, and God is defeated first and face is defeated.

If there is no aura in this temple, the face of the idol will fall off the paint, and if it is more serious, it will crack all over the body, and finally collapse with a bang.

On the other hand, the crape myrtle star on the stage has a clean complexion, and even a piece of gold paint has not been removed.

This shows that the aura in this temple has not dispersed at all.

There is no strong evidence at the moment, and this is probably the best proof of this.

After thinking about it, I decided to trust him for the time being.

However, I believe that I believe that what should be talked about is still indispensable.

"It's okay if I want you to help you break the seal, but you have to tell me the truth first, in case I open this side and you run away, where can I find you?"

Miao Zhu laughed dryly: "You, you are too vigilant."

"Then you just ask, it's all your time wasted anyway, I've been locked up for so many years, a little more, a little less, it's not really important."

He seemed to be deliberately pressuring me.

I didn't say anything, but calmly asked, "Where is the lair of the forest man?"

"I don't know."

His answer was so neat that I was stunned when I heard it.

"You don't know anything, why are you playing fools here?"

"I'm not done yet."

Miao Zhu responded calmly: "He will return here tomorrow, compared to his old lair, this is his home."

As he spoke, he pointed to the idol.

I looked in the direction of his finger, and the back of the idol was hollowed out!

In addition, traces of inhabitation are clearly visible from the outside.

Most of all, I saw the big cloak that the forest man was wearing!

Miaozhu didn't lie to me!

Wait, no.