I become a god in another world

Chapter 40 Revealing identity
Chapter 40
Judging from the current clues, whether it was the ghost disaster 40 years ago or the current case in the begging alley, they are inseparable from the Confucius Temple.

Paper Man Zhang lies a lot, but one thing he says should be true - that is, the headless ghost corpse that Liu Huacheng brought back to Wan'an County 40 years ago was suppressed under the Liu Ancestral Hall, which is also the Confucius Temple. The predecessor, that is to say - a ghost was suppressed in the Confucius Temple.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng's heart was beating wildly and he looked in the direction of Confucius Temple.

The door of Confucius Temple is not closed, revealing the quiet and deep inner hall.

Yesterday, when she came, the Confucius Temple was giving alms. The front of the temple was in a mess, and her name was unexpectedly recorded in a register. In addition, after the alms, the ghost was about to revive, and the situation was critical. She had no time to observe the scene inside the Confucius Temple.

There was no one around at the moment, and she was here even though she was here...

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng was emboldened and subconsciously took a few steps forward to look into the main hall of the Confucius Temple.

I saw the folded gates folded on both sides. The hall was empty and quiet, clean and not stained by dust.

The ground was paved with neat bluestone tiles, and several large red-painted pillars with two people hugging each other stood in the hall.

Liu Huacheng donated money to build the Confucius Temple, which was tall and magnificent. The top of the temple was at least two feet high.

The pale lantern light shines into the hall, and through the light, you can see the dust floating in the hall under the light.

Zhao Fusheng took two more steps forward and did not stop until he was close to the high threshold in front of the Confucius Temple.

Amidst the rapid beating of his heart, Zhao Fusheng turned his head to face the hall and closed his eyes.

Darkness fell, and a pure malice enveloped her!
Evil spirits are spying in the dark.

She felt a chill in her heart, and then slowly opened one eye and looked into the hall——

She didn't know whether it was because she had mastered the evil ghost, or because her eyes had adapted to the dark environment. When she looked at it, she could vaguely see what seemed to be a long altar table in the deepest part of the inner hall.

There is a shrine set up above the altar, which occupies half of the inner room. Even if Zhao Fusheng cannot see the specific layout inside, he can feel that the shrine is extremely grandly decorated.

There are several layers of curtains hanging on the niche. Due to the darkness, it is not clear what color these hanging cloths are. Behind the layers of curtains, a 'god statue' sits diagonally.

Zhao Fusheng slowly opened his eyes, trying hard to see clearly what the 'god statue' looked like.

Unfortunately, the light in the ghost realm was dim, and Zhao Fusheng was in the light source, which made the inner hall of the Confucius Temple extremely dim.

The 'god statue' was hidden behind heavy curtains, and its specific appearance was not clear at all.

But she could vaguely see that the body of the 'god' was crooked and not sitting very straight. There was a round bulge in the darkness. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was Maitreya's belly or his head...

This enshrined 'statue' not only looks immodest and sacred, but also reveals a vague evil nature.

She was fascinated by the sight and subconsciously poked her head into the temple——

In an instant, I saw the reflection of the eyes of the 'god', and the light and shadow passed by coldly, as if there was a pair of eyes looking at her coldly in the darkness.

Zhao Fusheng was agitated and instinctively felt uneasy.

But she knew that what she was doing was dangerous, and the more timid she was, the faster she would die.

She changed her mind and was about to step forward through the threshold of the Confucius Temple and enter. When she had a clear look at the 'statue' in the shrine, the fire in a lantern hanging above the Confucius Temple flashed twice, followed by a burst of light. The rotten smell spread from the lantern.

The stench instantly enveloped her whole body, making her tremble. At the same time, the weird sense of prying eyes disappeared with the appearance of the stench.

"What is the taste?"

Zhao Fusheng raised his head in confusion, took up his clothes and smelled them.

There is also a faint stench left on the clothes, mixed with the breath of death. This smell is quite familiar, as if I have smelled it somewhere...

"Ghost lamp!"

She quickly remembered that this was the smell of ghost lights.

After Zhao Fusheng was reborn, he found himself in a different world. After accepting the memory of the original owner, when he ran to the gate of the Demon Suppression Division, two broken ghost lamps were hung in front of the door. The lamp oil flowed everywhere, and the one hanging in front of the Confucius Temple The smell of this lamp is similar to the two ghost lamps hanging at the entrance of the Demon Suppressor!
No, it's more than just a similarity.

The aura of the lanterns hanging in front of the Confucius Temple is far more intense than the ghost lanterns hanging at the door of the Zhenmo Division. There are actually ghost lanterns hanging here too!
Before Zhao Fusheng had time to think about it, the eerie sense of prying eyes came back again.

At the same time, the fire in the lantern hanging above the temple door began to flicker. The flame of the lantern flickered twice, and the flame exploded instantly.

I saw a painful and twisted grimace reflected above the lantern, and then the entire lantern's cortex shattered silently, tearing a huge gap.

The lamp oil inside suddenly fell over, and the flame was extinguished immediately. The lamp oil leaked out, and "tick tick tick tick" flowed out along the cracked human skin paper.

The stench instantly filled the entire front of the temple. If Zhao Fusheng hadn't reacted in time and stepped back, he would have been hit by the lamp oil.

The lamp oil dripped onto the spot where she had been standing, and soon formed a puddle.

The light in front of the temple door also dimmed a few minutes because of the extinguishing of the lantern. At the same moment, the cold sight that appeared for the second time did not catch her, but passed her by, and then gradually disappeared.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes flashed, and he thought of the reminder from the young man with a porridge last night: Don't enter the Confucius Temple.

There are indeed ghosts in Confucius Temple.

What is enshrined in the main hall does not look like a serious 'god', but rather something else.

The young man reminded her twice not to enter the temple, which must have been the reason.

He said at that time not to enter the Confucius Temple after coming, and he would come out just after calling his name.

This young man is not a good person. What he is doing here while giving alms is harmful to people's lives. When he brought the porridge to him last night, he should have understood his fate, but he still handed over the porridge and water. I don't know if he was doing this out of spite. I had evil thoughts, but I did this because I was sure she couldn't leave.

But aside from these, he must have been sincere when he reminded himself not to enter the Confucius Temple.

In other words, there may be dangers in the Confucius Temple, and something may happen if she enters rashly.

Although she was curious, it was obvious that this curiosity was not worth mentioning compared to her life.

The opportunity to enter the temple is not ripe at the moment.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng decisively gave up the plan of forcing her way in to find out what was going on. She stepped back a few steps away from the temple door, and finally opened her mouth.

When she was about to shout, she was embarrassed for a moment.

The young man asked her to call him by his name after he came, but the situation was urgent at the time and the two of them didn't talk much. She didn't know his name at all.

Zhao Fusheng hesitated for a moment, then shouted loudly:

"Father, cook, here I come!"

'The cook——'

'The cook——'

'Come on - come on - la -'

The streets were too empty, and her shouts were carried even though they were suppressed.

The echoes came back from the empty houses in all directions, adding a bit of resentment and resentment, making Zhao Fusheng rub his hands that were instantly covered with goosebumps.

Fortunately, the young man did not make her wait too long. Before she could call anyone again, subtle footsteps soon came from deep inside the temple.

The sound was not heard at first, as if halfway through, the owner of the footsteps made a special sound for her to hear.

A moment later, a figure slowly walked out of the darkness and appeared at the junction of light and darkness in the middle of the hall.

The visitor stood in the darkness for a moment, then slowly stepped forward, and his figure appeared in the light. It was the young man who had queued up to eat in front of the Confucius Temple yesterday.

He lowered his eyebrows, and the light shone on him from above. His brow bones were prominent, and the eye sockets and the bridge of his nose were cast into shadows.

She looked at the silent young man when they met yesterday. At this time, she didn't know whether it was due to the influence of the weather, atmosphere, environment, or even because Zhao Fusheng had preconceived suspicions about him. She always felt that this man had a cold air around him, and his eyebrows There is a kind of sinister bird of prey in between.

The young man who was cooking yesterday looked behind him with a somewhat uneasy expression, and then turned to look at Zhao Fusheng.The girl obviously abided by the agreement she made with him yesterday, and did not make any decisions on her own. She stood five steps away from the temple door very knowingly, and looked at him a little apologetically.

"You asked me to come here to find you yesterday, and you mentioned calling your name, but I forgot to ask your name. I'm really sorry."

She probably didn't sleep well last night.

After entering the ghost realm, last night was probably the first time she experienced a murderous ghost. It was reasonable for her not to be able to sleep well - after all, all the survivors here had spent many sleepless nights.

But she actually dared to go out alone at this time, actually came as promised, and even stood at the Confucius Temple to call for someone, and apologized first after meeting him...

This gave the young man a strange feeling, as if something was not quite right about this situation and this conversation.

She is also strange... strangely qualified.

"..."

The young man felt ridiculous and scratched the left side of his brow at a loss.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he should have an upright appearance, but I don't know if it's because he lives in the Confucius Temple and is accompanied by ghosts. He has a gloomy temperament, and he seems to be repelling people thousands of miles away. indifferent.

The young man did not answer Zhao Fusheng's words. His eyes fell on the ground in front of the main entrance of Confucius Temple.

Zhao Fusheng followed his line of sight and saw a small pool of foul-smelling liquid gathered there.

Above the puddle, a broken lantern hanging above the temple door was leaking oil.

Zhao Fusheng quickly clarified:
"This has nothing to do with me—"

She had just arrived and had done nothing. The lantern broke on its own and the oil lamp spilled over, almost all over her.

"What a pity, another lamp has been destroyed."

The young man had a gloomy look on his brows, shook his head, and sighed:
"I hope this matter will be settled soon, otherwise——"

"Otherwise what?" Zhao Fusheng heard something in his words, which seemed to be alluding to something, so he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and asked.

"It's nothing."

The young man seemed to have thousands of words to say, but in the end he let out a long sigh, shook his head, and stopped talking about this topic.

Zhao Fusheng temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart. When she came here, she had more doubts in her heart than the young man. Since this person was unwilling to talk more about the 'ghost lantern' at the moment, she was the first to ask:
"Aren't the evil spirits in the Begging Alley the same as the evil spirits in the Liu Family Ancestral Hall 40 years ago?"

She went straight to the topic as soon as she arrived, catching the young man off guard.

He shook his head almost in a daze:
"no……"

"Is the law of ghost killing related to cloth porridge?" she asked again.

"Yes--"

Perhaps it was because Zhao Fu was so powerful that he didn't panic in the ghost land, but seemed to maintain reason and restraint. This made the young man subconsciously respond to her questions when she asked her, and even forgot to ask her first. identity.

"If the law of killing people is related to the porridge cloth, then it seems that the birth of this ghost is inseparable from the porridge cloth."

Zhao Fusheng analyzed.

The young man could only nod instinctively:
"Yes……"

She suddenly stared at the young man and took a step forward.

There was a huge difference in stature between the two of them, but she was calm and calm, and her aura was indifferent to the guest. When the young man saw her approaching, she forced him to take a step back.

"In other words, this evil ghost in the beggar alley was still born from the Liu family?"

What is the origin of the Liu family?
According to what Zhang said, the ghost disaster 40 years ago was caused by Liu Huacheng, and the ghost that reappeared in the begging alley 40 years later was actually related to the Liu family.

"You..." When the young man heard this, he finally realized that something was wrong.

He was also suspicious of Zhao Fusheng's identity. At this time, not only did he not ask whether he was good or bad, but she forced him to ask several questions first.

"Answer me first." Zhao Fusheng ignored his attempt to ask a question and said again:

"After the ghost disaster was 'resolved', the Liu family withdrew from Wan'an County and left Miao Zhu to guard the Confucius Temple, which was converted from an ancestral hall. Miao Zhu still issued porridge and water, so a begging alley was formed."

"Yes." What the young man wanted to ask was interrupted by her. Faced with her frequent questions, he had no choice but to temporarily endure his doubts and nodded in agreement.

"A month ago, the Demon Suppression Division received a report, saying that a young man came and wanted to ask the Demon Suppression Division to fulfill the agreement made back then."

However, at that time, the Demon Suppressor was in the midst of a ghost disaster and could not protect himself. The two brothers, Fan Bisheng, rejected the young man's request, and the young man subsequently disappeared.

Zhao Fusheng asked bluntly:

"Are you the one who reported the crime?"

When the young man heard this, he was startled for a moment. He finally got a clue in his mind. His calm face changed for a moment. He stared at Zhao Fusheng in disbelief and looked up and down. Instead of answering her question, he was shocked. road:
"Are you from Zhenmusi?"

He responded.

Zhao Fusheng had never thought of concealing his identity. Seeing that he guessed it, he nodded in response:
"Yes."

The gloom in the young man's brows was swept away, replaced by surprise. He looked Zhao Fusheng up and down:
"You - you are the new envoy of the Demon Suppression Division?"

When he said this, his voice was slightly raised.

Zhao Fusheng is very young, tall and thin, and her face is slightly pale, but her eyes are calm and her expression is calm, which is very different from the people in the Demon Suppression Division in his impression.

Demo, who do you look down on?

Zhao Fusheng took out the Book of Souls and Fate from his arms:

"I am the commander-in-chief of the Demon Suppression Department, and it is up to me to solve the ghost troubles in Beggar Alley."

The book of souls and fate was in her hand, with ghost runes floating on it, and her identity was no longer in dispute.

The young man was even more surprised.

He knew a lot about the Demon Suppression Division, and he lost his voice when he heard this:

"Are you also the one who controls ghosts?"

"Yes."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

The young man was stunned again, and finally thought of something. He lowered his head and smiled bitterly:
"I didn't expect..." He was a little annoyed, as if he didn't know what to say, and finally let out a long sigh:

"Alas - you are too late -"

From the look on his face, it seemed that something bad had happened. Zhao Fusheng's heart sank, and a bad premonition came to him.

But she was not affected by this bad mood, but followed her original train of thought:

"Since you were the one who went to the Demon Suppression Division to report the crime a month ago, and mentioned the agreement between the Liu family and the Demon Suppression Division 40 years ago, that means that the ghost trouble in Begging Alley should logically be related to Liu's family. The ghost disaster in our family 40 years ago is related to something, right?"

After learning her identity, the young man seemed to have some scruples. He no longer answered as casually as before, but thought about it briefly, and finally sighed:

"Originally there was something related -"

His words immediately aroused Zhao Fusheng's alert.

(End of this chapter)