CHAPTER 40

Judging from the current clues, whether it is the ghost disaster forty years ago or the case of the restaurant alley now, it is inseparable from this Confucius Temple.

The paper man Zhang lied a lot, but he had one sentence that should be true - that is, the headless ghost corpse that Liu Huacheng brought back to Wan'an County forty years ago was suppressed under the Liu Ancestral Hall, and the Liu Ancestral Hall was also the predecessor of the Confucius Temple, that is to say, a ghost was suppressed in the Confucius Temple.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes looked in the direction of Confucius Temple.

The door of the Confucius Temple is not closed, revealing a quiet and deep inner hall.

Yesterday, when she came, it coincided with the Confucius Temple, there was a mess in front of the temple, and her unexpected name was recorded in a book, plus the ghost was about to recover after the almsgiving, and the situation was critical, so she didn't have time to observe the scene in the Confucius Temple.

There was no one around at this time, and she was here......

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng was bold all his life, and subconsciously took a few steps forward and looked into the main hall of the Confucius Temple.

I saw that the folding doors were stacked on both sides, and the hall was empty and quiet, clean and unstained.

The ground is paved with neat bluestone bricks, and several red lacquered pillars with double hugs stand in the hall.

The Confucius Temple built by Liu Huacheng with money donated that year is tall and magnificent, and the roof of the temple is at least more than two zhang high.

The white lantern shines into the temple, and through the light, you can see the dust floating in the temple under the light.

Zhao Fusheng took two more steps forward, and did not stop until he approached the high threshold in front of the Confucius Temple.

In the rapid heartbeat, Zhao Fusheng turned his head to face the hall and closed his eyes.

Darkness descended, and a pure malice enveloped her!

Demons snoop in the shadows.

Her heart froze, and then she slowly opened one eye and looked into the hall—

I don't know if it was because she had mastered the ghosts, or because her eyes had adapted to the dark environment, she could vaguely see that there seemed to be a long offering table in the deepest part of the inner sanctum.

There is a shrine above the offering table, and the shrine occupies half of the inner room, even if Zhao Fusheng can't see the specific layout inside, he can feel that this shrine is arranged with extraordinary grandeur.

Several curtains hung on the niche, and because of the darkness it was impossible to see the color of these draped cloth towels, behind the heavy curtains, a 'statue of God' sat reclining.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes slowly opened, trying to see the appearance of the 'god statue' clearly.

It's a pity that the light in the ghost domain is dim, and Zhao Fusheng is in the light source, which makes the inner hall of the Confucius Temple extremely dim.

The 'idol' was hidden behind the curtains, and it was impossible to see the specific appearance at all.

But she could vaguely see the 'idol' sitting upright, and there was a round solitary bulge in the darkness, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was Maitreya's big belly or her head......

The 'idols' enshrined in this offering not only look undignified and sacred, but also reveal a hidden evil nature.

She was fascinated, and subconsciously poked her head into the temple-

In an instant, I saw the reflection of the eyes of the 'god statue', and the light and shadow passed by, as if there was a pair of eyes looking at her coldly in the dark.

Zhao Fusheng was excited, and instinctively felt uneasy.

But she knew that what she was doing was dangerous, and the more she feared, the faster she would die.

She was about to step forward through the threshold of the Confucius Temple and take a clear look at the 'idols' in the shrine when the fire flashed twice in a lantern hanging above the Confucius Temple, and then a putrid smell spread from the lantern.

The stench instantly enveloped her, making her feel agitated, and at the same time, the strange sense of prying disappeared with the appearance of the stench.

"What does it smell like?"

Zhao Fusheng raised his head suspiciously, and picked up his clothes and smelled them.

There was also a faint stench left on the clothes, mixed with the smell of death, which was quite familiar, as if it had been smelled somewhere......

"Ghost Lights!"

She quickly remembered that it was the smell of ghost lights.

After Zhao Fusheng was reborn, he found himself in a different world, and after accepting the memory of the original owner, when he ran to the gate of the Demon Suppression Division, two broken ghost lamps were hung in front of the door, and the lamp oil flowed everywhere, and the smell of the lamp hanging in front of the Confucius Temple at this time was similar to the two ghost lamps hanging at the door of the Demon Suppression Division!

No, it's not just similar.

The smell of the lanterns hanging in front of the Confucius Temple is far stronger than the ghost lamps hanging at the entrance of the Demon Suppression Division, and there are ghost lamps hanging here!

Zhao Fusheng didn't have time to think about it, and the previous sense of prying eyes came again.

At the same time, the flame in the lantern hanging above the temple gate began to flicker, and the flame flickered twice, and the flame burst instantly.

A painful and twisted grimace was reflected above the lantern, and then the entire lantern's leather shattered silently, tearing through an incomparably large gap.

The oil inside was suddenly poured, and the flame was extinguished, and the oil leaked out of it, 'tick-tock' flowing down the cracked human skin.

The stench instantly filled the entire temple gate, if it weren't for Zhao Fusheng's reaction and a step back, I am afraid that he would be dripping with this lamp oil.

The oil dripped from where she had been standing, and soon coalesced into a puddle.

The light in front of the temple gate was also dimmed by the extinguishing of the lantern, and at the same moment, the cold gaze that appeared for the second time did not catch her, but passed by her, and then gradually faded away.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes flashed, and he remembered the reminder of the young man with porridge last night: Don't enter the Confucius Temple.

There are indeed ghosts in the Confucius Temple.

The enshrinement in that hall does not look like some serious 'god', but there is something else.

The young man reminded her twice not to enter the temple, presumably because of this.

He said at that time not to enter the Confucius Temple after coming, and called his name and he came out.

This young man is not a good man, he is here to give, what he is doing is to harm people's lives, when he brought porridge to himself last night, he should have understood his end, but he still handed over the porridge water, I don't know if he did this with evil thoughts, or because he was sure that she could not leave.

But aside from these, he reminded himself that not to enter the Confucius Temple should be out of sincerity.

In other words, there may be danger in the Confucius Temple, and she may have an accident if she enters rashly.

Although she has curiosity, it is obvious that this curiosity is not worth mentioning compared to Xiao Ming.

At this time, the opportunity to enter the temple is not ripe.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng decisively gave up the plan to forcibly enter to find out, she withdrew a few steps away, away from the temple gate, and finally opened her mouth.

Just as she was about to shout, she was in a state of embarrassment for a moment.

The young man asked her to come and call him by name, but the situation was urgent, and the two did not talk much, and she did not know the name of this person at all.

Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment, and then shouted:

"Cooker, cooker, I'm coming!"

'Cooking-'

'Cooking-'

'Come-come-la-'

The streets were too empty, and her shouting, though extremely suppressed, was heard.

The echo turned back from the empty houses in all directions, adding a slight taste of resentment, causing Zhao Fusheng to rub his hands that were crawling with goosebumps in an instant.

Fortunately, the young man did not let her wait too long, and before she could shout again, there was soon a faint sound of footsteps from the depths of the temple.

The sound had not been heard at first, as if it had been halfway through the footsteps, and the owner of the footsteps had made a sound for her to hear.

After a while, a figure slowly walked out of the darkness and appeared at the junction of light and darkness in the middle of the main hall.

The visitor stood in the darkness for a moment, then slowly stepped forward, and the figure appeared in the light, it was the young man who had lined up in front of the Confucius Temple yesterday to eat.

He lowered his eyebrows, the light shining on him from above, his eyebrow bones protruding, and the eye sockets and the bridge of his nose were clouded.

When we met yesterday, I looked at the silent young man, at this time, I don't know if it was affected by the sky, atmosphere, environment, and even because Zhao Fusheng already had preconceived doubts about him, she always felt that this person was entangled in the cold air, and there was a kind of yin owl between her eyebrows and eyes.

The young man who was cooking yesterday looked behind him with a somewhat uneasy expression, and then turned his head to look at Zhao Fusheng.

The girl obviously kept the agreement she had made with him yesterday, and did not make up her own mind, and stood five steps away from the temple gate with great interest, looking at him with a little apology.

"You asked me to come to you yesterday and called your name, but I forgot to ask your name, I'm really embarrassed."

She shouldn't have slept well last night.

After entering the ghost realm, she must have experienced a ghost murder for the first time last night, and it was only natural for her to not sleep well - after all, all the survivors here had spent many sleepless nights.

But she dared to go out alone at this time, she really came by appointment, and stood at the Confucius Temple to call someone, and apologized first after meeting him......

This gives young people a strange feeling, and they always feel that there is something wrong with this situation and this conversation.

She's still weird...... Blame the quality.

“……”

The young man felt ridiculous, and scratched his left brow at some bewilderment.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he should have a dignified appearance, but I don't know if he lives in the Confucius Temple and is accompanied by ghosts, this person's temperament is gloomy, and he seems to have a kind of indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

The young man did not answer Zhao Fusheng's words, and his gaze fell on the ground in front of the main gate of the Confucius Temple.

Zhao Fusheng followed his line of sight and saw a small puddle of foul-smelling liquid gathered there.

Above the puddle, oil was leaking from the broken lantern hanging above the temple gate.

Zhao Fusheng hurriedly clarified:

"It's none of my business—"

When she first arrived, she didn't do anything, and the lantern broke itself, and the oil lamp spilled, and it almost splashed her.

"It's a pity, another lamp was ruined."

With gloom between his eyebrows, the young man shook his head and sighed:

"I hope this is over soon, otherwise—"

"Otherwise what?" Zhao Fusheng heard that there was something in his words, as if he was alluding to something, so he couldn't help but squint his eyes and asked.

"Nothing."

The young man seemed to have a thousand things to say in his heart, but he finally let out a long sigh, shook his head, and said no more about the topic.

Zhao Fusheng temporarily pressed the doubts in her heart, she came here, and the doubts in her heart were more than those of the young man, since this person was unwilling to say more about the 'ghost lamp' at this time, she took the lead in asking:

"The ghosts in the alley aren't the same as the ghosts in the Liu Family Ancestral Hall forty years ago, right?"

As soon as she came, she went straight to the point and caught the young man off guard.

He shook his head almost in a daze:

"Not ......"

"Is the law of ghost murder related to porridge?" She asked again.

"Yes—"

Maybe Zhao Fusheng was imposing, and he didn't panic when he was in the ghost domain, but seemed to maintain his sanity and restraint, which made her subconsciously follow her question when she asked, and even forgot to take the lead in asking her identity.

"If the law of killing ghosts is related to the porridge, then it seems that the birth of this ghost thing should be inseparable from the act of porridge."

Zhao Fusheng analyzed.

The young man could only nod instinctively:

"Yes......"

She suddenly stared at the young man and took a step forward.

There was a huge difference in stature between the two, but she was calm and calm, and her momentum was mainly anti-guest, and when the young man saw her approaching, he was forced by her to take a step back.

"In other words, the ghosts in this rice alley are still born because of the Liu family?"

What is the origin of this Liu family?

According to what the paper man Zhang said, the ghost disaster forty years ago was caused by Liu Huacheng, and the ghost that reappeared in the rice alley forty years later turned out to be related to the Liu family.

"You ......" the young man finally realized that something was wrong.

He also had doubts about Zhao Fusheng's identity in his heart, and not only did he not ask what was good at this time, but she was forced to ask several questions first.

"You answer me first." Zhao Fusheng ignored his attempt to ask a rhetorical question, but said again:

"After the ghost disaster was 'solved', the Liu family withdrew from Wan'an County, and left the temple to stay in the Confucius Temple rebuilt by the ancestral hall, and the temple Zhu still promulgated porridge and water, so it formed a rice alley."

"Yes." The young man's words about to ask were interrupted by her, and in the face of the questions she frequently thrown, she had to put aside the doubts in her heart for a while, and nodded in agreement first.

"A month ago, the Demon Suppression Division received a report, saying that a teenager had gone and wanted to ask the Demon Suppression Division to complete the agreement of the year."

However, at that time, the Demon Suppression Division was in the midst of a ghost disaster, and it was difficult to protect itself, and the two brothers Fan Bisheng refused the young man's request, and the young man disappeared subsequently.

Zhao Fusheng asked bluntly:

"Is it you the one who reported the crime?"

When the young man heard this, he was stunned, and finally figured out a clue in his mind, his calm face had a moment of broken power, and he stared at Zhao Fusheng up and down in disbelief, and did not answer her question, but exclaimed:

"You're from the Demon Suppression Division?"

He reacted.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want to hide his identity, but when he guessed it, he nodded in response:

"Yes."

The gloom between the young man's eyebrows was swept away, replaced by surprise, and he looked Zhao Fusheng up and down:

"Y-you're the new envoy of the Demon Suppression Division?"

As he said this, he raised his voice slightly.

Zhao Fusheng was very young, tall and thin, and her face was slightly pale, but her eyes were calm and her demeanor was calm, which was very different from the person in his impression of the Demon Suppression Division.

Sample, who do you look down on?

Zhao Fusheng took out the soul book from his arms:

"I'm the head of the Demon Suppression Division, and now I'll solve the ghost disaster in the alley."

The Soul Book was in her hand, and ghost runes appeared on it, and her identity was no longer disputed.

The young man was even more surprised.

He knew a lot about the Demon Suppression Division, and when he heard this, he lost his voice and said:

"You're also a ghost rider?"

"Yes."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

The young man was stunned again, and finally he didn't know what he thought, he lowered his head and smiled bitterly:

"I didn't expect ......," he said, a little annoyed, as if he didn't know how to speak, and finally let out a long sigh:

"Ahh

Judging from his expression, it seemed that something bad had happened, Zhao Fusheng's heart sank, and a bad premonition came to his heart.

But she was not affected by this bad mood, but followed her original train of thought:

"Since you are the one who went to the Demon Suppression Division to report the case a month ago, and mentioned the agreement between the Liu family and the Demon Suppression Division forty years ago, that is to say, the ghost disaster in Yaofan Hutong should be related to the ghost disaster of the Liu family forty years ago, right?"

After learning of her identity, the young man seemed to have some scruples, and he replied no longer as casually as before, but after a little thought, and finally sighed:

"Originally, there were some related—"

His words immediately aroused Zhao Fusheng's vigilance.

(End of chapter)