Reading: Beginning as the Dean of the Academy

Chapter 67 What's wrong with me? (third change)

late at night!

The cold wind is cold, and the winter night in the mountain village is still like this.

Zhang Yingying and the others, even though they were wearing heavy down jackets, still felt cold when they walked out of the yard.

"The colder the weather, the better, so we won't be able to touch the villagers."

Cui Yang muttered, and under the leadership of Zuo Chen, the group cautiously headed towards the Temple of the City God, but after 10 minutes, they arrived at the gate of the Temple of the City God.

During the day, the immortal patterns carved on the wooden beams under the eaves of the Chenghuang Temple are vivid and beautiful.

However, at night, with the help of the faint moonlight, the immortals on these patterns give people a strange and hideous feeling.

Click.

Following Zuo Chen's prompt, Liu Jun easily opened the lock of the Chenghuang Temple door.

squeak……

"Be quiet."

"Push away slowly."

The creaking sound of the door being pushed was so ear-piercing at this moment that it startled Zhang Yingying and the others, and Cui Yang even shouted in a low voice.

"I'm already very slow, this door is so dilapidated, I can't help it."

Liu Jun felt aggrieved, he just pushed gently, but he couldn't stand the dilapidated door, no matter how small the movement was, there would be creaking noises.

Pushing the door halfway, people can go in, Liu Jun didn't push the door again, stepped over the threshold with a shrunken body and walked in, and other people filed in.

"Master Zuo Chen, why don't you come in?"

"I'll guard the door for you. If anyone passes by, I'll knock on the door a few times and you turn off the flashlights."

"Okay, then Zuo Chen, you've worked hard, it's so cold outside."

Although the temperature inside the Town God's Temple was not too high, at least it blocked the cold wind, and staying inside was much more comfortable than staying outside.

Inside the City God Temple, Zhang Yingying and the others turned on the flashlight function of their mobile phones.

"The signal in this village is so poor that even mobile phones can't receive messages, but fortunately, the flashlight function can still be used."

Zhang Yingying and the others discovered that the mobile phone signal was gone in the afternoon, which was equivalent to losing contact with the outside world for an entire afternoon. If it weren't for the strong sense of justice in their hearts to expose the tricks of the village chief and Miao Zhu to deceive the villagers, they couldn't wait to leave. .

The flashlight of the mobile phone was turned on, and it shone on the altar directly in front of it. The statue of the City God was placed in the middle, and on both sides were boys who were a head lower than the City God.

"This City God statue looks scary, Cui Yang, go up and have a look."

Zhang Qian was a little scared, Cui Yang nodded, he was an atheist, he didn't care about these things, he put his hands on the altar, and jumped up with all his strength.

"It's really hollow, not very heavy." Cui Yang shook the statue of the City God, and then said pleasantly.

"Turn over and take a look."

The statue of the City God was turned sideways, exposing the base below, and there is a hole under the base that can accommodate one person to enter.

"I took a photo, and it's okay to pretend to be a person. It seems that Zhang Yingying's guess is correct. The village chief is hiding in the statue."

After confirming that Zhang Yingying's guess was correct, everyone became very excited. They will be able to expose each other at the City God's New Year Festival tomorrow.

"Master Zuo Chen, the statue is empty, we can expose it face to face tomorrow."

Zhang Qian was very excited and ran to the door, but Zuo Chen who was outside the door poured cold water on him after hearing this: "No, the village head and Miao Zhu have high prestige in the village, if we expose it in person, The villagers may not listen to us, maybe we will be besieged by the villagers."

"Ah, what to do then?"

"On the way here, I saw a villager who was building a house. There was some sand outside. We poured sand into the statue, so that even if we didn't expose it, the village chief would be discovered by the villagers if he had nowhere to hide."

Thinking about what he saw when he came here, Zhou Yue introduced something, and his idea was recognized by the people present.

"Okay, let's do it like this. I know that family too. I'll get some sand. You wait for me in the temple."

Outside the door, there was the sound of Zuo Chen's leaving footsteps.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhang Yingying also looked at the entire Town God's Temple. Except for the statues, there were not many other objects in the whole Town God's Temple. After walking around for a while, Zhang Yingying still focused on the statues.

"Do you think there is a City God in this world?" Zhou Yue asked with a smile.

"Surely not. If so, the City God still allows the village chief and Miao Zhu to deceive people. Wouldn't he be blind?"

"Hey, if there is a city god, the village chief and Miao Zhu would have ripped out his stomach, why don't you see him appear and blame him?"

Among the people present, no one believed in the existence of the City God, and so did Zhang Yingying. Bored, her eyes fell on the two statues of boy gods.

"The village head and Miao Zhu teamed up to deceive people, so why do you want to make two statues of boy gods?"

"For the sake of realism."

"But there are two more boys, and it will be a lot of trouble when the statue is turned down. If you accidentally knock over the statue of the boy when moving the statue, it will be exposed."

Zhang Yingying still felt that it didn't make sense, so she reached out to touch the boy statue.

"What are you doing."

Outside the door, Zhang Yingying was startled by Zuo Chen's voice, and she also retracted her hand.

"Master Zuo Chen, did you bring sand?"

"Well, I'll pass it in for you."

Zuo Chen handed in several bags of sand.

"Come on, let's do it together."

A few bags of sand were poured into the statue, and the statue was quickly filled, and then Cui Yang straightened the statue. Although some sand flowed out, it was only a small part.

Zhang Yingying and Zhang Qian are women with little strength, and they are responsible for cleaning the sand flowing out of the altar. For some reason, during the process of cleaning the sand, she felt that her hands were a little wet, as if she had touched some liquid.

"Okay, you're done, let's withdraw, and wait for the good show tomorrow."

Zhang Yingying and her group walked out of the Town God's Temple and returned quietly, but just at the gate of the courtyard, they met a villager.

"Zhang Tao, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, I took my friend to enjoy the night in the village."

"What do you watch at night? The people in the city are really strange. Tomorrow is the New Year Festival of the City God. You know the rules of our village. Don't move around."

"Okay, let's go back now."

Zuo Chen sent the villager away with a smile, and led everyone into the yard. Seeing everyone's puzzled eyes, he explained with a smile: "You don't think Zuo Chen is my real name, do you? It's just my pseudonym. I His real name is Zhang Tao."

"Okay, everyone has been tired all night, go to sleep first, there are only two bedrooms in this yard, our male one will be used for one night, Zhang Qian, you and Zhang Yingying will sleep in one."

After dividing the room, Zhang Yingying and Zhang Qian went to the west room. Zhang Yingying was lying on the bed and ready to go to bed, but Zhang Qian searched the room curiously.

"Hey, there are still photos here."

Zhang Qian saw a photo in the drawer and took it out, but she was stunned.

"Zhang Qian, what's wrong with you?"

"I... this... Zhang Tao... Zhang Tao..." Zhang Qian held the photo, her hands trembling, and she couldn't speak well.

The door of the room was pushed open at this moment.

"What's wrong with me?"

Zuo Chen stood outside the door, holding a steaming dumpling in his hand, and asked with a smile.

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