The homeless man's true heart is a dirty face. In addition to his spinning eyes, he is clearly black and white. It can be seen that he is still a living person. From his clothes and his dirty belly is exposed, he lies motionlessly, if he lies here, he will mistakenly think that he is a corpse without breath.

There was an indescribable smell on the homeless man, a pair of inauspicious big feet. They were exposed outside the torn toe of shoes, and their legs were spread out exaggeratedly.

When he entered the temple, a pungent smell rushed over. Old Liu could not hide his mouth, and his eyebrows were frowned like bumps. Looking at this girl, she looked like she was sleeping like no one. She waved her hand silently in disgust, and insisted that the little worker Li drive this girl out.

The leader's words were instructions. Li Sheng, a small worker, walked up and kicked the homeless man with a kick. He scolded him in a vague manner: "You are so stinky beggar, get out. Liu Shigong wants to worship Zhong Kui Ghost King."

Li's labourer was wearing a pair of old and old leather shoes. When he kicked, the homeless man would definitely suffer the pain of flesh and blood. Strangely, just when he kicked, his ankles suddenly cramped... His toenails were uncontrollably stiff, and his calf felt like he was about to break. He had to retract his feet, and he had to squat down and hugged his ankles and complained.

"Useless stuff." Old Liu cursed in a sneer and shouted loudly: "Hi! Beggar, don't sleep here, go out~ go out!"

The homeless man narrowed his eyes and glanced at the shouting person casually, as if he didn't hear it, but just twisted his body. He changed his position and pointed his butt at Lao Liu, and fell asleep again.

Since working, Lao Liu has been doing well in his career and has never received such cold treatment. "...Hurry...Hurry, knock it away..." He did not take this sloppy beggar seriously at all. He was too lazy to waste time talking, so he called the young worker Li to bomb this girl.

Li, a worker, got the instruction to try that his ankle was not as painful as it was at first. He regained his strength and lifted his foot and kicked it at the homeless man... The pain like a needle hit again, damn it! The leg cramps are not finished yet, and he may not be able to stretch out his movements. He thought to himself, and his movements are slow. If you can't use your feet, then use your hands and mouth to deal with this girl.

"Hi! Go out, go out..." As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and made a gesture to catch the homeless man.

The homeless man seemed to be impatient by the noise, so he turned over and got up, muttering: "Grandpa sleeps for a while, and you can't be free, okay... Grandpa is leaving now and give it to you."

Li Xiaogong rolled his eyes and looked careless. Seeing the homeless man leaving the temple gate, he immediately had a flattering smile on his face and asked diligently: "Mr. Liu, is this the beginning?"

Lao Liu nodded and asked him to take out the items for worship.

Five kilograms of oranges, ten steamed buns, one kilogram of lamp oil, and a pair of big red candles. Everything is arranged, let the worker Li wait outside, and observe whether there are strangers coming in. He has always been unfamiliar with ghosts and gods, and he is most afraid of others crashing into and seeing a dignified construction work. Isn’t it a joke to worship the legendary ghosts and gods here?

Little worker Li agreed to walk out.

Lao Liu was left in the hall, holding up the incense with his hands, making a very serious look. He muttered his random prayers, kowtowed, bowed, and raised the incense to face the stage and prepared to ignite it.

This was the fresh incense I just bought. When he reached the incense to the oil lamp, he just met it, but a strange wind extinguished the oil lamp.

Oh! A cold feeling penetrated Lao Liu's mind at random... What does this mean? Lao Liu was guilty and became nervous inexplicably. His eyes were panicked and he looked around incomprehensible.

The ancient temple was renovated and renovated. The stigmas were made of large trees of the same color. The peeled trees naturally formed a wonderful pattern in texture. Two brass lamps filled with lamp oil were hung on the roof beams, emitting a warm orange light.

In this situation, I can't see anything wrong, so how could the wind blow out the oil lamp on the platform? Besides, even if there is wind, why didn't the lights on it go out? The question flashed, but I couldn't find the reason. He felt increasingly uneasy. He withdrew his suspicious eyes and looked up the clay statue of Zhong Kui up and down again. Finally, he trembled his hands and took out a lighter from his pocket to re-light the oil lamp.

Just as he approached Zhong Kui's clay statue, he seemed to see the eyelids of the clay statue moving... God! When he saw this, he was so shocked that his hair stood up, as if he was nervous. He subconsciously took a step back and looked at it again. When he was still in the wind, the clay statue had no eyelids at all.

When he moved his eyes to the items offered, he was a little bit less than half of the steamed buns. There was a guard from Li outside, and he was the only one inside. Who secretly took the steamed buns offered?

Old Liu Xin was trembling and nervous, and his eyes were again on the clay sculpture Zhong Kui statue. His dark face seemed to be mocking him... It was evil, and it seemed that he could not stay here for a long time...

Thinking of this, Old Liu did not dare to neglect it, so he lit the incense candle again, and after bowing, he hurriedly called on the worker Li to leave.

On the way, Lao Liu still couldn't understand the strange incident that had just happened. He asked the young worker Li, "You have been outside the door just now?"

"Yes." Xiaogong Li replied without hesitation.

"It's strange..." Old Liu muttered.

"...What's the problem?" Xiaogong Li said curiously.

"How many steamed buns are you sure you buy?"

"Ten." Xiaogong Li said in a sure tone.

"There are only five I saw just now." Old Liu said in surprise with a flash of surprise.

"Uh... I just saw the beggar chewing something constantly, and didn't look closely. Could it be that he had taken the steamed buns?" Li, a worker, said this, and he was depressed. He was always guarding the door. If he wanted to leave, it would be just a few seconds to rush to pee in a corn pole under the slope. No matter what, in such a short time, it would be impossible for beggar to sneak in and steal the steamed buns!

What's more, there is construction inside! Well! This statement is too far-fetched, it shouldn't be like this. So what is beggar chewing? Is it a waste of teeth?

It was a waste of time to ask, but it would be better not to ask. Liu Shigong was puzzled and irritable. He went to Zhongkui Temple, but not only did he not solve the problem, but he also caused a lot of trouble. He didn't know that the loss of steamed buns was a trivial matter, and even more strange incidents were still to come.
Chapter completed!