There is a saying among the people: the gate faces south, the children and grandchildren are not cold; the gate faces west, and they make noises and cry.

Simply put, the gate faces west, the sun shines very poorly, and the sun is gone all day long, the house is cold and the yin energy is heavy.

There are also rumors among the people that newborn babies can see things that ordinary people cannot see. It is precisely because of this that they are frightened and cry.

This is the reason why you sit north and face south.

In modern times, some houses built in rural areas face south.

"It's strange, the houses built on the temple street face the west."

In the past, Ding Jie never came to Temple Street. It was not until this time that he found that Temple Street was a little abnormal that he came here to "draft merits".

As soon as I got off the bus and arrived at Miao Street, I had not yet entered, and I saw the strange direction of Miao Street buildings.

Most temples face east and west.

Logically speaking, the layout of the place where the "gods" worship should be more particular.

But from the point of view, there are problems with the construction of this direction.

Yin Qi and dampness are heavy.

I can’t see the sun, moisture, and yin energy all year round, so how can it not be heavy?

For some reason, I always feel that there is strangeness on the temple street.

The last time I met the two men wearing ancient costumes on bus No. 303, it shouldn't be a coincidence.

It has a lot to do with this place.

Because the two men in ancient costumes got on the bus on Temple Street.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening, and there were still endless pilgrims on Temple Street.

Blood talismans, paper money, weird stone statues, and gloomy temples seem to not disturb the high enthusiasm of the pilgrims.

Speaking of which, Temple Street is a long street.

It is similar to Wangfujing Street in Shangjing, a straight street that is seven or eight hundred meters long.

On a street, there are all temples and Taoist temples.

There are no less than thirty or forty families, and it will be extremely spectacular on June 6th.

The pilgrims who come here are nothing more than fortune telling, fortune telling, fortune telling, praying, and fulfilling their wishes.

The most common things when going out on the street are fortune tellers, vendors selling stalls such as talismans, magic weapons, etc.

This year's June 6th was very different. As soon as Ding Jie walked into the temple street, she smelled a very heavy smell of blood.

Very smelly.

On both sides of the road, the shamans were made of paper money and blood-red spells, just like the scene of a rural funeral, gloomy.

But the pilgrims didn't seem to have noticed these paper money and blood talismans at all. They walked around and walked into a temple and then left another temple. They seemed to be completely unwilling to the gloomy atmosphere.

"Donor, stop... Please wait for a moment, please count your life for you. I see your seal hall black and blood-red clouds floating on your head. There will definitely be a bloody disaster in the near future."

Not far from walking thirty meters, there was a monk who had a fortune-telling stall on the street with a banner of "Seeing the sky and the earth, and calculating things in the world". He was about fifty years old. As soon as Ding Jie walked to the monk's stall, he blocked Ding Jie's way, smiling and very fat, like Maitreya Buddha.

There were Buddhist beads hanging around the monk's neck, but the Buddhist beads were a bit strange, white, and some strange patterns. From a distance, they looked like bones.

Fortune teller?

There were too many fortune tellers on the temple street, so Ding Jie didn't care too much, so she turned around and wanted to leave.

These fortune tellers are basically scammers.

Commonly known as charlatan.

There is no need to believe it at all.

Instead of wasting time here, it is better to look for unknown horrors.

"Not available!"

After saying that, he left the fortune telling stall.

"Donor, donor... I didn't lie to you. You really have a bloody disaster. As long as you buy a bloody talisman, you can avoid disasters and difficulties."

Before the monk could finish his words, Ding Jie walked away.

Here are the Three Pure Taoist Temples, the Patriarch Taoist Temple, the Guanyin Temple, and the Tathagata Buddha Temple...

In just half an hour, Ding Jie went to four or five temples and Taoist temples in a row, but did not find any abnormality.

Except for the monks and Taoist priests in temples or Taoist temples who desperately recommend a set meal for incense to you after entering, there is really nothing abnormal about the rest.

money.

It is really only a wealthy person to burn incense to the "God and Buddha".

"Maitreya Buddha Temple? Let's go in and take a look."

Walking to the front of the Maitreya Buddha Temple, Ding Jie stopped. The direction of the temple was facing north and south, with many pilgrims inside. Two lanterns were hung in front of the temple door, which shone with a green light, which was very eye-catching.

"Donor, please come in... Are you burning incense or asking for advice?" As soon as I walked in, a little monk and nun stepped forward to lead the way.

"I don't ask for signing or asking for divination. I just want to ask you if anyone is dead here today?" Ding Jie replied calmly.

"Donor, you are joking. This is a holy place for Buddhism, so how can people die? This year's temple fair is a bit messy compared to previous years. However, no one has died in our temple. Donor, if you ask for a divination and burn incense and fulfill your vows, our Buddhist temple opens the door to convenience. If you come here for nothing, please leave this pure land." The little monk and nun are full of righteousness.

"I'm talking and joking. I'm here to ask..."

"Hosh!"

There seemed to be a sound in the temple.

It's not very big, but Ding Jie has already practiced the "Nine Yang Divine Art" to the second level, and his hearing is far better than that of ordinary people. Even if it is a very small sound, he still hears it.

Genuine the sound of eating.

Very familiar.

It was the sound of eating in the basement a few days ago.

Sure enough, the temple street was not peaceful.

There is unknown horror.

The direction of the sound is in a wing room in the temple, which is very remote.

"I'm here to ask for hexagrams." Ding Jie replied.

Enter the temple.

Without waiting for the guidance of the little monk and nun, he walked straight towards the wing room.

The sound of eating became louder and louder, without a pause.

Didn't leave.

The unknown horror has not left yet.

"Donor, you can't go there, that is the inner courtyard of the temple. If outsiders cannot go in, you want to burn incense and ask for a ticket, and I will take you to the main hall."

Unexpectedly, Ding Jie ignored the obstacles and walked to the door of the wing room and kicked the wing room open.

There is a little girl inside.

He is not very old, only five or six years old, and seems to be gnawing something in big mouths, and it tastes very delicious.

"Donor, this little girl is the little girl we took in a few days ago. There is nothing good here, so please and I want to burn incense with you." The little monk and nun quickly walked forward, blocked the door, and prevented Ding Jie from walking in, explaining.

There is no light in the room, it is very dark.

I can't see the situation inside clearly at all.

A little girl doesn't hold lights in the house. Isn't she afraid?

Hermes' bag?

Suddenly, Ding Jie saw a precious bag on the ground inside the house.

There are also some expensive clothes, with some blood stains on the clothes that have not dried up yet.

When he went to see the little girl again, a beam of moonlight happened to shine in.

The little girl's mouth and face were covered with red liquid

Like blood.

She is drinking tomato sauce?

"You privately take in the little girl, it seems illegal to do this?!"

"I think I'd better take her to the police station."

Next second.

Ding Jie moved.

Walking into the wing room, the little monk and nun could not stop it.

‘Kake!’

The door is closed.

"Uncle, do you eat big bones? After eating big bones, can you take me to find my mother? I miss my mother."

At this moment, in the dim room, the little girl smiled. She held a big bloody bone, biting it while revealing her white teeth covered with blood. She walked towards Ding Jie.

quiet.

The room was silent.
Chapter completed!