I become a god in another world

Chapter 37 Still giving alms
Chapter 37

Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but feel suspicious when he thought of this.

The characteristics of evil ghosts she summarized at this time seemed to be different from the rules of ghost disasters that occurred in the Liu Huacheng Shou case 40 years ago.

Liu Wu clearly said that at the Liu family's birthday party 40 years ago, the reason why most of the survivors did not die was because Su Long controlled the chaos, gathered everyone in one place, and prohibited them from moving around, thus avoiding Li Gui 'changed his head' and passed the opportunity.

However, the closed-door nature of the Begging Alley was consistent with Su Long's "forbidden movement of everyone" back then. Zhao Fusheng was not sure for a while whether this evil spirit had advanced due to killing too many people.

She always felt there was something fishy about it, but she hadn't really dealt with the ghost yet, so she couldn't jump to conclusions.

What also made her feel uneasy was the Confucius Temple.

It was dark everywhere, but the Confucius Temple was still lit at this time, so I didn't know what was going on there.

Where did the young man who Fan Bisheng mentioned that went to the Demon Suppression Division to report the crime go after being rejected by the Demon Suppression Division?

Paperman Zhang's information was half true and half false, but he mentioned that the evil ghost was hiding in the Confucius Temple, and there was a temple priest in the Confucius Temple. Could it be that this temple priest had been living together with the evil ghost for 40 years?
……

She seemed calm and composed on the surface, but after all, this was the first time she took the initiative to deal with a ghost case. She was alone at this time, and her heart was still full of fear. She could only think hard to prevent her thoughts from being affected by fear and losing her mind.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

The room she chose had no light at all, and the begging alley was extremely quiet.

Every living person hiding here seems to have restrained his voice intentionally. In the darkness, it seems that danger is brewing and is about to come.

Zhao Fusheng always felt that someone might have died in this house before, and the smell of blood was very strong.

The endless waiting is excruciating.

As darkness fell and she lost her ability to see, Zhao Fusheng's other senses seemed to be amplified. After an unknown amount of time, perhaps because she had not eaten for a day, her nose suddenly smelled the aroma of rice porridge. .

'Goo—'

His intestines and stomach were moving wildly, and his stomach made a protest sound.

The sound was very loud, even a bit harsh in the room.

Zhao Fusheng had been in a very quiet environment for a long time. When she first heard the sound, her heart shrank, but soon she no longer cared about worrying about it.

Because as the aroma wafted away, the sound of 'dang' banging gongs was heard in the distance.

When Zhao Fusheng stepped into the ghost land and entered the begging alley, the first thing he felt was: silence.

The survivors here seem to wish they could completely suppress their presence. Whether they are afraid or hiding, they all suppress their voices. Even when running, they bow their waists and stand on tiptoes, fearing to make any noise.

Therefore, the first moment she heard the sound of the gong, she was in a trance for a moment and had a ridiculous thought in her mind: She might have heard wrongly. Everyone in this ghost street was frightened. How could someone deliberately do this? What about ringing the gong?

But as soon as this thought came into her mind, she quickly pinched it away.

She was not hallucinating. Someone really hit the gong just now - because there were two loud knocking sounds of 'dang, dang', which spread throughout the begging alley.

Then a man shouted loudly:
"Come to eat!"

I don't know if he was too hungry, but when Zhao Fusheng heard the word "eat", a large amount of saliva quickly secreted from his mouth.

The man didn't say much else. His voice was clear and he shouldn't be very old. He looked like a young man who had passed the stage of voice change, probably in his twenties.

The shouting quickly spread throughout the street along with the sound of the gong. The extremely quiet environment here allowed his shouting to fully reach everyone's ears.

'clang! '

Another gong sounded loudly, and then the young man shouted again:

"Come to eat!"

'clang! '

"Come to eat!"

The gongs and shouts were played three times in total, and then Zhao Fusheng heard the 'next door' move.

Only then did she realize that there were neighbors living next door to hers. At this time, not only the people next door started to move, but other people also stood up one after another as if they had realized something.

The door creaked loudly, and many people who had been hiding came out after night.

Zhao Fusheng was confused and confused.

In the beginning, there was only one person per room in the Beggar Alley. Although it was completely opposite to Su Long's "people gathering" method back then, everyone stayed away from each other, which also reduced the chance of a single person encountering a ghost.

Now when a shout of "dinner is served" was heard, the hiding survivors started to get up and gather together again. This obviously violated the previous principle of hiding separately.

She vaguely realized that the ghosts in Beggar Alley might be weird.

According to the paper man Zhang, the ghost in Beggar Alley is the same ghost as the ghost in Liu's ancestral hall 40 years ago.

The driver Liu Wu said this: 40 years ago, the fierce ghosts in Liu's ancestral temple were mainly responsible for taking heads. When everyone was in a mess, they took away people's heads and put them on their own bodies.

Under such circumstances, the quieter everyone is, the safer they are.

At this time, after the gong sounded, the survivors ran away from the house, which was strange.

Those who can survive here and survive until now should have a clear understanding of the murderous rules of ghosts. It is impossible for them to do so despite knowing that they will die.

Zhao Fusheng felt that there was a contradiction between the words of the paper man Zhang and Liu Wu, and one of them must be lying.

She did not completely trust either of them, but although Liu Wu was suspicious, he was deeply afraid that she would drag him into the ghost realm. He should tell everything he knew when he asked her questions, and the possibility of lying was low.

On the contrary, it is a paper man. Zhao Fusheng originally had a blood feud with him. Now that he has successfully controlled ghosts, mastered the Demon Suppression Division, and showed his strong side when they first met, he must regard himself as a curse in his heart and wants to get rid of it. Then quickly.

If he wants to kill himself, the most convenient way is to use ghosts to kill people.

Maybe [-]% of what Paper Man Zhang said is true and [-]% false. Only in this way will it appear more real. However, Paper Man Zhang only needs to conceal key information and mislead herself a little, which will most likely put her in danger. .

Zhao Fusheng analyzed that it was true that the paper man Zhang mentioned that Liu Huacheng resurrected the evil spirit due to a case when he was working in the imperial capital. After that, Liu Huacheng made meritorious service and brought the decomposed body of the evil spirit back to Wan'an County, and used Liu's Qi Movement suppression is also true.

Regarding the murderous rules of the evil ghost, he vaguely mentioned it, so the origin of this evil ghost was suspicious.

And he was eager to guide Zhao Fusheng to combine the ghost case in the Begging Alley 40 years ago with the present, making Zhao Fusheng wary of him.

Although he later took the initiative to show his kindness, sending ghost lanterns and mentioning Liu family past events, it did not dispel Zhao Fusheng's doubts.

In comparison, although Liu Wu's appearance and identity were too coincidental, his words seemed more credible.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng's thinking became clearer: If what Liu Wu said was true, then the ghost disaster in Beggar Alley and the ghost disaster in Liu's ancestral hall 40 years ago were probably not caused by the same evil spirit.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she suddenly felt a headache.

Before she entered the beggar alley, she had made adequate preparations for the ghost disaster that year. If the two ghost disasters were completely unrelated, she would be completely ignorant of the evil spirits here and was trapped in the ghost realm.Zhao Fusheng's expression was uncertain.

But now that everyone else was moving, she naturally couldn't stay here.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you find tiger cubs.

Sometimes not moving may not be a good thing. If you start moving, things may turn around.

She desperately encouraged herself in her heart. After taking two or three deep breaths, she finally made up her mind. Then she stood up and opened the closed door.

It was already dark outside at this time.

However, she had been hiding in the darkness for a long time, and her eyes had adapted to the darkness, so she could still see the scene on the street.

The begging alley now was completely different from when she first entered the place. All the people who had been hiding during the day came out at this time. They rushed onto the street in twos and threes like wandering ghosts and walked deeper into the street.

And the direction they were heading happened to be the direction of the Confucius Temple with the lights on.

The streets that seemed deserted during the day soon became crowded with people.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know what was going on, but she quickly blended into the crowd and followed them.

She found that although these people were walking forward, there was a certain distance between them, as if everyone was consciously avoiding others.

Zhao Fusheng tried to get close to a person. The person looked frightened and uneasy, biting his lips constantly, as if he was afraid of something, but when he sensed her approach, he still instinctively moved to one side.

She followed him again, but the man avoided him again.

After several times, the man finally realized something and turned away in surprise with a skinny face. The look of fear in his eyes did not fade away. He looked at Zhao Fusheng with a warning look in his eyes, signaling her to stay away from him.

"Fellow fellow." Zhao Fusheng came forward with a smile and said hello. The man turned around and wanted to leave, but Zhao Fusheng stretched out his hand to pull him.

The moment he touched him, the man seemed to be greatly frightened. He waved his hands wildly and made a "ho ho" sound in his mouth. His legs softened and he fell asleep on the ground.

His appearance startled Zhao Fusheng. Instead of letting go, she squatted down and the man kicked his legs desperately to crawl forward.

The surviving people behind and on both sides of the two men also followed up, consciously bypassing them and heading towards the Confucius Temple.

Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment and saw that the man was so frightened that his eyes were rolling back and he was already frothing at the mouth. He immediately let go of his hands. As soon as the man was free, he immediately put back his tongue and crawled forward quickly, pulling his hands apart. distance, blending into the crowd.

"..."

Her eyebrows twitched twice as she saw the man walking left and right in the crowd, quickly blending in among them in the darkness, making it difficult to distinguish him.

never mind!

There were people all around anyway, so if she wanted to ask a question, she didn't necessarily have to pull that person.

But there must be something strange in the Confucius Temple, and she planned to go to the Confucius Temple with the public to find out.

After walking forward for a while, the aroma of rice became stronger and stronger. The aroma of food lingered in the air, which made Zhao Fusheng feel so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.

But when she looked around, she found that the expressions of the people traveling with her were very complicated. They seemed to be scared and uneasy, and there was no joy at all about being about to 'eat'.

Is there something wrong with this rice?
When Fan Bisheng and Liu Wu mentioned the ghost case in the begging alley, they both mentioned one thing: both the Liu family in the past and the Confucius Temple later had the habit of giving porridge and water to the poor.

When Zhao Fusheng thought of this, he had an incredible idea in his mind: Could it be that the Confucius Temple was still giving alms at this time?

"It's impossible..."

The ghost realm has been shrouded, and there are evil ghosts roaming the beggar alley. The Liu family's good deeds are still going on at this time?
But she turned around and looked around. The pedestrians heading towards the Confucius Temple looked like they were in danger, as if a disaster was about to happen, but they didn't look like they were about to accept alms.

Zhao Fusheng suppressed the doubts in his heart and walked forward quickly. She passed through the crowd. When everyone saw her approaching, they all dodged with surprise on their faces.

About a quarter of an hour later, she finally saw the Confucius Temple.

At this time, the Confucius Temple was still brightly lit, with several layers of hanging lanterns shining with white light. A blue cloth sign hung from the flying eaves, with a big word written on it: Shi.

The door of Confucius Temple is open.

Compared with the bright lights outside, there are no lights inside.

The lobby is deep, at least a thousand feet tall.

Several huge pillars hugged by two people support the main hall, raising the temple high.

Zhao Fusheng stood under the light and looked in from a distance. He saw only light and shadow shining into most of the hall, but it was deep inside, as if he could not see the bottom of the abyss. Looking at the dark void, it was not clear at all.

Directly in front of the temple entrance is a large open space. The open space is paved with blue stone bricks. A stone table similar to a tribute table is built outside the gate. A large copper tripod is placed on the stone table, and several stacks of stacked copper cauldrons are placed next to it. Very tall bowl.

An expressionless young man was standing behind the table, holding a spoon and looking coldly at the crowd approaching.

It’s really a gift!
After the Begging Alley became haunted, Confucius Temple still continued to give alms.

Zhao Fusheng immediately realized that there was a ghost.

Anything abnormal is a demon.

The Begging Alley is shrouded in a ghost realm, and everyone has nothing to worry about when the ghosts appear. However, the Confucius Temple behaves as usual, as if it ignores the terrifying scene of the ghosts killing people. There must be a reason for this.

She originally wanted to stride forward and ask the young man what was going on.

But Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment and still restrained his actions.

After discovering that there was something strange in the Confucius Temple and that the young man's behavior might have a reason, she did not rush to identify herself and ask questions. Instead, she stood aside and began to look at the scene.

To her surprise, the crowd that had been rushing this way did not rush forward.

Everyone was eager when going out, but when they arrived here, they seemed to be afraid, as if they didn't dare to be the first person to eat.

"Could it be that the further you go to eat, the more strange things will happen?" Zhao Fusheng thought to himself.

Her eyes fell on the young man holding up the spoon, and she began to look at this person.

This person is young, 20 years old at most.

Compared with the sallow and thin people around him, he was quite tall. According to Zhao Fusheng's estimation, he was at least 1.8 meters tall, making him look quite burly.

He had well-defined cheek bones and a handsome face, but the gloominess in his expression made him look listless. He lacked the vitality of a young man and instead looked slightly darker.

Behind him, a gong was placed, and two wooden hammers wrapped in red cloth were placed next to it. Obviously, this was the person who had struck the gong and called for dinner.

But Zhao Fusheng's eyes were not attracted by these things. She noticed that there was a not very thick book next to the young man's left hand.

The book was nailed with cotton threads. There was no writing on the outside, and it was hard to tell what it was. However, the people around looked at the book with horror and fear in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)