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The sea here is as calm as ice.

There were no clouds in the sky, but it was not blue either, but rather misty.

There was no wind and no fish on the sea, not even a shrimp, fish or scallop. Fortunately, everyone was a monk and had gone without grain, otherwise they would have been starved to death.

Tang Yuan and Luo Heng searched everywhere outside.

Jiang Qingyu was originally going to go, but Song Wu kept wanting to talk to her, so he replaced her with Tang Yuan who also wanted to talk to Song Wu.

Inside the shrine.

Jiang Qing and Yu looked east and west, curiously looking at every corner of the ancestral hall.

The incense candle candle holders in the ancestral hall had accumulated a foot of dust, and spider webs were everywhere. A half-length statue of the god stood in the center.

This ancestral hall is dedicated to worshiping the God of the Sea, and was probably originally built by fishermen to help them go to sea smoothly.

The size of the ancestral hall is also quite satisfactory, but Jiang Qingyu always feels that something is not right.

She crossed her chest with one hand and dragged her chin with the other, wandering around the ancestral hall, and before she knew it, she walked behind the statue.

Strange, why is there a red cloth that has been covered in dust for a long time?

Jiang Qing was confused and was about to go up to open it and take a closer look when Song Wu's bored voice came into his ears:

"Xiaoyu Xiaoyu, please talk to me! Stay with me! Stay with me!"

Jiang Qingyu sighed, moved to the statue, and said helplessly: "Senior sister, do you know what kind of animal you look like now?"

Song Wu blinked: "What?"

"The chatty cat."

A web picture from another world, a dynamic one.

Ignoring Song Wu's confused eyes, she returned behind the statue, blew off the dust on the red cloth, revealing its original color, and looked at the red cloth carefully.

It seems to have something written on it.

The sea...buried...the god...

There is another row at the back that I can't see clearly, and the order seems to be out of order.

"Uncle Master, come on, come on! I found something strange here!"

Qiong Gui suddenly shouted, and Jiang Qing's eyes twitched. She was still not used to the title of uncle.

Appear old.

"Okay, here we come!"

Seeing the unconcealable excitement in Qionggui's tone, thinking that he had discovered something extraordinary, Jiang Qingyu walked quickly to him.

"what happened?"

"Uncle, little master, please take a look!"

Qionggui knocked lightly on the wall, and a hollow thumping sound came from inside. He carefully moved a wooden board on the ground, revealing a dark secret compartment.

There was a black wooden box stored in the secret compartment. There was a strange array pattern painted on the box with cinnabar. After the baptism of time, it had faded and the pattern was blurred. Jiang Qingyu had never seen it before.

Qionggui looked at the formation diagram, and the more he looked at it, the more dizzy he became. He felt as if there was a whirlpool under the formation diagram that was constantly rolling around his soul, and it seemed to be spinning in dozens of circles.

He shook his head, pressed the board back with a snap, closed the secret compartment, and asked:
"It's so strange...Has my uncle, my junior master, seen this pattern before?"

Jiang Qingyu shook her head, "No."

Searching the ancient books in his memory, he slowly said: "It seems like some sacrificial patterns."

"...Want to worship the Poseidon? Do you want to open the box and take a look?"

Jiang Qingyu hesitated, but after thinking about it, he said, "Then I'll do it."

This place used to be a fishing village, and even the sacrifices were stored by the villagers in the fishing village. They were a little evil at best and would not be anything fatal.

Furthermore, if they are trapped here, they can only start from these strange places. Otherwise, if they wait here according to Senior Sister, they may not be able to get out in another half a year.She carefully opened the secret compartment, took out the black box, established a layer of barrier, and carefully opened it from the opening.

Unexpectedly, the box didn't move at all!

Jiang Qingyu tried again and again, but failed.

"Shall I try?" Qionggui asked tentatively.

Jiang Qingyu handed the box to him and watched Qionggui move his hands up and down the box like a monkey.

After a while, Qiong Guizhen's face turned red and his neck became thick, but the box was still upside down on the ground intact.

Qionggui scratched his neck awkwardly and said, "Haha, it can't be opened..."

There is obviously a gap in the box that can be opened, but no matter how much force is used, it seems that it cannot be opened.

"...It's a restriction."

Jiang Qingyu looked at the box and was really confused. There were ordinary people in the fishing village. How could they put a ban on the box if there were monks or not?
unless……

The person who kept this box was not a member of the fishing village.

Jiang Qingyu put the box away and decided to wait for his fourth senior brother Tang Yuan to come back and ask him to take a look, maybe he could solve some puzzles.

He said to Qionggui: "I also discovered something behind the statue. Let's go and take a look."

Qionggui nodded.

The two of them moved behind the statue, and at this time Song Wu was sitting there staring at the statue, stroking his smooth chin with his slender index finger and thumb, seemingly puzzled.

"Sister?"

Song Wu made a sign of silence, and Jiang Qingyu immediately shut up.

After a while, Song Wu said: "Strange, when did you get this red cloth?"

Jiang Qingyu: "Isn't it always there?"

Song Wu had a strange expression and denied it with one word: "Impossible!"

Under the surprised looks of Jiang Qingyu and Qionggui, she explained:

"As soon as I arrived at this ancestral hall, I looked inside and outside. I also looked through the box that silly boy found just now, but I just couldn't open it. But I swear! This red cloth is absolutely! Yes! No! have!"

Qionggui guessed: "Did the monks who came from behind hang it up?"

Song Wu narrowed his eyes and waved to the monks who were resting in the corner of the ancestral hall. With a scrutinizing look in his eyes, he pointed at the red cloth and asked, "Did you put it up?"

The seven people shook their heads in unison, denying: "It's not me!"

"It's not me either. My storage bag fell into the sea when I entered this damn place."

"It's not me! I'm not a cow, why do I carry a red cloth with me!"

"Not me, not me!"

"Boss, it's definitely not me. I don't have this thing at all!"

Denial after denial.

Song Wu rolled her eyes, waved her hands in disgust, and motioned for the group of people to squat back in the corner and stop obstructing her view.

The seven people she picked up were low in cultivation, timid, and couldn't do anything. They just had a long life.

Jiang Qingyu looked at them and suddenly asked: "Senior sister, where did you pick them up?"

Song Wu: "Of course it's the fantasy of the fishing village. Those ghosts, no, they are mandrills. They actually disappear every once in a while, but they will come back soon, standing guard at the door of the ancestral hall and whining. Those ghosts are... People from outside who got lost in the village would be led to the ancestral hall by the mandrills, and I saved them when I saw them."

Jiang Qingyu thought thoughtfully, "Then how did Senior Sister find the ancestral hall? Was she also led there by a mandrill?"

Song Wu smiled awkwardly: "I have lost my memory. When I opened my eyes, I was in the ancestral hall. I couldn't even remember how I got there, haha..."

(End of this chapter)