what happened?

It must have been a ghost!

A large gold bar verified by one's own hands turns into a silver check...

Yunsong knew something was wrong just by thinking with the greasy chicken butt in his hand.

He did not touch the merit box again, but quickly analyzed the matter:

The gold bars were given by Wang Youde.

Wang Youde said that he came to the Taoist temple specifically to donate money for incense.

Donating money for incense is very common, but selling a gold bar is very rare.

So generous!

Even if someone is so generous, he should donate in person. Why would he let his friends donate on his behalf?

So, what if this gold bar isn’t real gold but a nuisance?

He remembered a joke he had read in his previous life.

It was said that someone picked up a piece of life money controlled by an evil spirit. Whoever spent the money would die. After learning the inside story, the person immediately donated the money to the temple...

Yun Song realized that now it seemed that the joke had come true.

He also thought about the fact that Wang Youde would rather take the risk of traveling home at night than stay at the Taoist Temple. Did this guy know that something bad would happen to the Taoist Temple tonight, so he insisted on leaving?

That is to say.

It’s not that Wang Youde refused to stay at the Taoist temple.

But don’t dare!

Because he knows the details of the gold bar he gave, the "my friend" he calls is probably really himself!

Thinking about this, Yun Song said to himself: "Looking at it this way, I felt right. I felt that there was something wrong with him, but he used chicken and fish to explain it away."

"I'm afraid he was panicking because he thought I saw through his trick and thought I saw something wrong with the gold bar he donated!"

"This beast is so cunning and bold, he actually bullied Dao Ancestor!"

He looked at the statue of Daojun angrily and was about to complain to Daozu.

But he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the expression of the Dao Lord statue had changed:

The clay sculpture Taoist frowned slightly and pursed the corners of his mouth, looking even angrier than him.

Yunsong felt something was wrong.

In the past, the expression of the Taojun statue was calm and powerful, not really showing anger...

Now……

It's getting dark now.

The night wind blows.

The broken window paper rattled.

The standing incense in the incense burner is almost finished burning, and in the curl of light smoke, a dark red light shines alone.

Yun Song looked at the Dao Lord statue in confusion and then glanced at the incense burner. Suddenly he found that two of the three sticks of incense in the burner had been burned, and now only one stick of incense was still struggling.

A thought suddenly appeared in his mind:

People are afraid of three advantages and two disadvantages.

Avoid two short and one long incense.

As we all know, three long and two short is an open coffin.

The coffin is made of six pieces of wood, the top, bottom, left, and right pieces are long pieces, and the front and back two are short pieces, so the overall total is four long and two short. If the coffin lid is opened, it will be three long and two short.

And once the coffin lid is opened, it often means that someone is about to be admitted.

It is also well known that the three sticks of incense offered to gods are particular, representing heaven, earth and people respectively.

Only when heaven, earth and man move forward together can there be harmony. If two are short and one is long, it often means that heaven and earth are dissipated and the remaining people remain.

And without natural support, how long can humans survive?

Now the three sticks of incense that Yun Song burned for Daojun were two short and one long, and the two short ones were completely gone!

Without hesitation, he stuffed the merit box into the arms of the Taoist statue, packed up the wine and meat, and ran away.

He ran away not to escape, but to be fully armed.

In the past few days since he came to Simu Temple, he almost turned the Taoist temple upside down in search of food. Except for nothing to eat, he found quite a lot of things.

For example, a polished mahogany sword.

Such as a whisk with a bronze handle.

In the evening, he had an encounter with the windlass, which left him no time to use these weapons.

The ghosts haven't appeared yet, so he has time to prepare for the battle.

The mahogany sword hung on his back, the fly whisk was tucked into his belt, and he also found several Taoist scriptures.

The moon rises.

Starry.

Night has arrived.

After finding the scriptures, he looked at them in the moonlight at the door of his bedroom. Several scriptures had names on their covers:

"Shangqing Dadong Sutra", "Dongzhen Taishang Ba Su Sutra", "Dragon and Tiger Double Cultivation Sutra", "Xuannu Fang Zhongyang Sutra", "Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang Rejoice in Great Joy"...

Yunsong was overjoyed when he saw the name in the scripture.

A few days ago, he was just thinking about cooking, so after finding the scripture, he knew that it was inedible, so he did not study it carefully.

Looking at it now, this Taoist temple contains something incredible!

He put several scriptures into categories and put them into his arms to ward off evil spirits, while the others he hid under his pillow for later study and practice.

Armed from the outside to the inside, Yun Song finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He took a bite of the big chicken drumstick and encouraged himself:

"I can kill the head of a windlass with my bare hands. Now I have the magic sword and the whisk to help me. I have the magic weapon Debao Yinqian. There is Taozu sitting next door. Hum, you don't have to be afraid of any monsters!"

It seemed to be in response to his words.

As soon as his voice fell, there was a knock on the door:

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The noise came from outside the closed door.

No rush, no slowness.

Clear and distant.

It kept echoing in the courtyard.

Yun Song opened his eyes and looked outside, his scalp felt numb:

One of the gates was originally removed by Wang Youde.

But now the doors are all closed.

So how does it close?

When was it closed again?

These two questions gave him bad thoughts.

In the courtyard, the knocking on the door was still lingering:

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

As the sound echoed back and forth, his ears were filled with knocking sounds for a moment.

The sound of wind is gone.

The sound of the wind blowing the peach leaves has disappeared.

The mountain breeze that never stopped during the day and night has stagnated, and the leaves of the peach trees have stopped, and they all droop downward in strange ways.

Like hands hanging down after death.

Yunsong clenched his mahogany sword and looked at the door, mustering up the courage to shout: "Who is knocking on the door?"

No one answered, and there was a steady knock on the door.

As always, unhurried and unhurried.

Yun Song shouted again: "It's already very late. Daozu has rested. If you want to offer incense to Daozu, you'd better wait until tomorrow."

As his words rang out, there was still no response from outside, but the knocking on the door suddenly sped up:
To be continued...