Seeing the anger on Feng Yiming's face, Kuang Baoguan was worried in his heart, so he had to accompany him carefully, and bowed and led Feng Yiming to bypass the shrine and go to the apse of the Doluo Guanyin Temple.

The apse is more spacious than the front hall, but there are few people, only a card table is installed on the hall, on which are placed dice, pai gow and other gambling equipment. Behind the card table is also a shrine platform, on which is enshrined a statue of Goddess of Mercy.

It's just that the fish of this Guanyin statue is different from other Guanyin temples, it is not the king of the dragon head fish, but an eight-headed monster that looks like a snake. Its entire body happened to poke into the hem of Guanyin's plain robe, and the remaining seven heads poked out of Guanyin's cuffs, baring its teeth and sticking out its tongue, making an eight-armed Guanyin.

Although this statue of Guanyin is only a clay sculpture with oil paint, everyone who sees it can feel that the statue seems to have sticky and moist water vapor, and can even smell the fishy smell of deep-sea algae emitted from this statue.

Even Kuang Baoguan was reluctant to come to this apse, and only when those famous old men ran to the Hero Hall to get out of the way, they would lead people to this apse for a game. It's also strange to say, no matter how clever the means are, when he arrives in this apse, in front of this Taao Guanyin, it is rare to use a thousand skills even one or two times.

The treasure officials are engaged in the business of gambling, and they are making partial money, and they believe in the ghosts and gods a little more than others, since there is such a spirit in this apse, they feel that there is a fight, and on the other hand, they can't help but have some respect and stay away.

Kuang Baoguan carefully led Feng Yiming to the top of the apse, bowed, and went out backwards.

Standing silently in front of the eight-armed Dora Guanyin for a moment, Feng Yiming took out a small sachet from his arms and took out the objects inside.

A white yellowed incense box, a black silver incense seal.

Touching the incense box and feeling the dense and oily feel of the incense box, Feng Yiming remembered how he used his fingers to grab the man's parietal bone vividly after killing the big man on the green forest road in northern Guangdong who was unreasonable to his father under the guidance of his master, and how he carved this small incense box under the guidance of his master.

This recollection only flashed through his mind, and he placed the black silver incense seal at the feet of the eight-armed Dora Guanyin. This kind of permeable incense seal is mostly used by beginners who are learning incense or practitioners who hold precepts and burning, scatter the incense powder in the permeable lattice of the incense seal, and then take the incense seal away, and then rub down a seal incense pattern formed by incense powder. The permeable lattice of ordinary incense seals is mostly auspicious patterns such as ruyi and longevity, and the elegant people who mix incense have poems, cursive characters, seal scripts and the like, and the incense seals used by practitioners are the most valuable ones such as lotus, rune seals and deity seed characters.

And if Wei Ye sees the incense seal used by Feng Yiming, he can recognize it at a glance, and the translucent lattice on this incense seal is clearly the three-legged magic seal that appeared on the back of the Beidi Ancestral Temple.

From the human skull incense box, some black incense powder was poured out, and the three-legged magic seal was expanded through the black silver incense seal, Feng Yiming prayed for a moment of silent prayer, and then lit this three-legged incense.

The cigarette curled up, floating in the air for a moment, but no longer rising, but froze slightly higher than Feng Yiming, and the wisps of smoke coiled slowly outlined a featureless face.

A stereotypical voice sounded: "Yiming, you are in a hurry to see your teacher, is there anything wrong?"

Feng Yiming looked at the face outlined by the smoke, but said respectfully: "The Gu ghost given by the master today suddenly has no news, and the major event of the blood sacrifice of the fourth sister-in-law of Zhong who was originally arranged in the Beidi Ancestral Temple was suddenly ruined by a passing Taoist priest. There are many ghost sects on the rivers and lakes, and the disciple suspects that the Taoist priest has broken the master's Gu ghost and messed up the arrangement of the blood sacrifice, but the Taoist priest's martial arts are very high, and he has two companions by his side, and the disciple can't take them down in one fell swoop for a while, so he has to come to ask the master for an idea. ”

Listening to Feng Yiming's report, the human face just ignored it, and when he finished speaking, this human face slowly said: "That Gu ghost only needs to use the young chrysalis of the Xia mustard bee to domesticate, and it can be raised from generation to generation, what is it worth to be a mere Gu ghost? In this Guangdong place, bankrupt farmers and tenants seeking death are not ten or eight one day, but they are worth making such a fuss about! Coax the Taoist priest well, lift up the sedan chair and ask him to get out. These two days are the time when people come from the north, and they are also the main business of your family, and do not lose a big thing because of a small thing, lest you regret it in the future--go!"

Feng Yiming was counted down by this face, so he had to nod yes, salute again, and then retreat stupidly.

Only the human face silently circled around the altar, but it did not disperse, but slowly walked towards the eight-armed Dora Guanyin.

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The prosperity of Foshan Town almost all depends on the monopoly of foreign trade brought by the Thirteen Banks of Guangdong. Therefore, this town, which was known as "the first of the four towns in the world" in the Qing Dynasty, did not have a serious plan. Whether it is the Guangzhou Tongzhi Office of Zhengwupin or the Guerrilla General's Office of Sanpin, the two members of Wen Yiwu only occupy the corner area of Foshan Town, but from the Qianzong Yamen of Liupin, they occupy the feng shui treasure of Caiyangpu in the middle of Foshan Town.

Today's Foshan people mention Caiyangpu, they only know that it is the station of the Qianzong Yamen, but few people know that in the Kangxi period, the landmark building in the center of Caiyangpu is not the Qianzong Yamen, but a temple built by outsiders.

It's called Caiyang Catholic Church.

Zhong Ah Si, who had tasted the hospitality of the Tongzhi Yamen even with a board and a clamping stick, and the cloth trousers were adhered to the wounds, did not know that the cell where he was lying now used to be a shallow pool made of bluestone a few decades ago, and there was a stone carved cross in the pool.

This is the baptismal font where those who converted to the Cruciform religion in Foshan in the past, and the only vestige left today is the stench of dampness, mildew, and corruption.

At this time, Zhong Ah Si did not know the history of this yamen for decades, he just grabbed the wooden fence with both hands, and kept repeating the only two sentences he would say since he was imprisoned: "Don't sell land, don't sell land!

I don't know how much time has passed, Zhong Ah Si, who had already shouted hoarsely, found that some sweet and cool sugar water was sent into the throat that was already hoarse, moisturizing the injured throat and vocal cords.

An incomparably warm-sounding voice rang softly in his ears repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Brother Zhong, you didn't steal the rich man's goose. But why are you caught in the government and tortured like this, when you are not guilty of this theft?"

Why? In a daze, Zhong Ah Si was already thinking about it, his family was honest, he relied on the ancestral two-and-a-half-acre vegetable garden to make a living, he had never offended anyone, and he had never done anything ill-intentioned, why did he have to suffer such a grievance?

For this question, Zhong Ah Si thought in the end, and it could only be attributed to the words of those bald monks: "What injustice did I create in my previous life......

When I heard the word "past life", I stimulated that voice a lot higher: "No! karma is all a fallacy, lost lamb, not because you created sins in your previous life, but because you or Master Feng, each of you is guilty from the moment you are born." This is an unforgivable sin, and if it is not changed for your good or evil deeds, your future will only be eternal death and final judgment! Zhong Laosi, my brother, you are only afraid of the miserable experience you are suffering now, but you do not know how miserable the end of the One Truth is, and your present situation is less than 1/10,000th of God's punishment?!"

"I'm guilty......"

"Yes, Brother Chung, you are guilty, and your crime is that you do not worship the eternal Father in heaven, but instead take the idols possessed by demons, those filthy evil spirits, and the idols that are the fortresses of spiritual warfare as true gods. Did you know that evil spirits cannot intervene in this world except the Almighty Father, and every prayer and sacrifice you make can only accumulate your own sins...... Hey, what are you doing!"

In the uncontrollable cry of the missionary hiding in the prison, in the apse of the Doro Guanyin Temple, the last wisp of smoke also seeped into the mouth, eyes, and nose of the Taao Guanyin statue.

It may not be appropriate to say "infiltration", the last trace of smoke is almost directly sucked in by this statue of Guanyin with a damp breath for no reason, and the Bodhisattva, who should be a clay sculpture, blinked with satisfaction with a pair of eyes. Immediately after that, the shells of those clay oil paints began to crumble from the bodies of the strange Jiaojiao that stretched out from between Guanyin's robes like wrists.

Beneath the shattered mud, blue-gray scales with a matte gloss of algae green awoke from the statues that bound them, and the originally soft and plump compassionate face of Guanyin had long since transformed into a terrifying face with the wide mouth and sharp teeth characteristic of deep-sea fish.

With a high-decibel scream, this strange-looking monster suddenly broke through the ceiling of the apse of the Doro Guanyin Temple. With a splattered debris of rubble, it struck at a figure that flew back from the roof of the temple with a shrill voice that was not at all what people were accustomed to hearing from the terrestrial creatures it was accustomed to!

And the person who was being chased by it, holding a single knife in his hand, and his body was extremely skillful, it was Hu Fei who followed Feng Yiming to the Doluo Guanyin Temple.

But at this moment, in Hu Fei's eighteen years of life, the biggest thought is: "There are really monsters in this world!"