The tramp is really dirty, with a dark face. Except for the skeletal eyes that are clearly black and white, it can be seen that he is still a living person. His clothes are in tatters, and his dirty belly is exposed.

If he were lying here motionless, people would mistake him for a lifeless corpse.

The homeless man also had an indescribable smell, and a pair of big, smelly feet. The toes of his tattered shoes were exposed, and his legs were spread out in an exaggerated way.

When entering the temple, a pungent smell hit him. Old Liu couldn't hide his mouth, and his eyebrows were wrinkled like pimples. Looking at this girl with an inhuman sleeping look, he silently waved his hands in disgust, insisting on being small.

Worker Li kicked this girl out.

The leader's words were instructions. The young worker Li stepped forward arrogantly and kicked the homeless man. He cursed in a dirty voice: "You stinking beggar, get out. Liu Jianshe wants to pay homage to Zhong Kui."

Ghost King."

Li, a young worker, was wearing a pair of old leather shoes. If he kicked his feet, the homeless man would definitely suffer from physical pain. The strange thing was that when he kicked his feet, his ankle suddenly cramped... His toenails were not affected.

He was so stiff that his calf felt like it was about to break. He had no choice but to retract his foot, and at the same time, with a grimace on his face, he squatted down and hugged his ankle, complaining incessantly.

"Useless thing." Old Liu cursed in a low voice. Then he shouted loudly: "Hey! Beggar, don't sleep here, get out~ get out!"

The homeless man squinted his eyes and glanced at the person yelling casually, as if he didn't hear him, and just twisted his body. He changed his position, facing Old Liu with his buttocks, and fell asleep again.

Since he started working, Lao Liu's career has been smooth sailing, and he has never received such cold treatment. "...Quickly...quickly, get away...", he didn't take this slovenly beggar seriously at all.

.I didn’t want to waste time talking, so I shouted loudly to the young worker Li to kick this girl out.

Li, the young worker, received the instruction and tried to see that the pain in his ankle was not as painful as before. He regained his strength and raised one foot to kick the homeless man again... The pain like pins and needles came back again, damn! No leg cramps yet.

After all, he might not be able to straighten or move, he thought to himself, and his movements slowed down. If he couldn't use his feet, he would use his hands and mouth to deal with this girl.

"Hey! Brother, get out, get out..." He said, rolling up his sleeves and pretending to catch the homeless man.

The homeless man seemed to be impatient with the noise, so he turned over and got up, muttering: "Grandpa can't have any free time even if he takes a nap, so... Grandpa will leave now and leave this place to you."

The young worker Li rolled his eyes and looked indifferent. When he saw the homeless man leaving the temple door, he immediately put on a flattering smile on his face and asked diligently: "Liu Gong, do you want to start now?"

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 red incense candles. Everything was placed, and the young worker Li was asked to wait outside and observe whether any strangers came in. He, who has always been indifferent to ghosts and gods, was most afraid of it.

Wouldn't it be a joke for others to bump in and see an upright construction site where they worship legendary ghosts and gods?

Li, a young worker, agreed and walked out.

Lao Liu was left in the hall, holding up the incense in his hand, and looked very serious. He muttered random prayers, kowtowed, bowed, raised the incense to the altar, and prepared to light it.

Plug it in.

This was the fresh incense he had just bought. When he stretched out the incense toward the oil lamp, he encountered something unexpected. Poof! An unknown wind suddenly extinguished the oil lamp.

Oh my God! A cold feeling sneaked into Old Liu's mind at every opportunity... What does this mean? Old Liu felt guilty and became inexplicably nervous. His eyes were confused and he looked around in confusion.

The ancient temple has been renovated and given a new look. The pillars are all made of large trees of the same color. The peeled trees have natural textures that form wonderful patterns. Two brass lamps filled with lamp oil are hung on the roof beams, emitting a warm orange light.

color light.

I can’t see anything wrong with this situation, so how could there be wind to extinguish the oil lamp on the altar? Besides, even if there is wind, how come the lamp on the altar is not extinguished? Questions pop up, but I can’t find them.

For this reason, he felt increasingly uneasy. He withdrew his suspicious eyes and looked at the clay statue of Zhong Kui up and down again. Finally, with trembling hands, he took out a lighter from his pocket to relight the oil lamp.

Just as he was getting closer to the clay statue of Zhong Kui, he seemed to see the eyelids of the clay statue move... Oh my god! This sight made his hair stand on end, and he was so nervous that he subconsciously took a step back and looked at it again.

The clay statue remained motionless and did not even blink an eyelid.

When he moved his eyes to the enshrined items, hey, I don’t know when, half of the steamed buns were missing. There was a young worker Li guarding outside, but he was alone inside. Who secretly took away the enshrined steamed buns?

Old Liu's heart was trembling with nervousness. His eyes turned to the clay statue of Zhong Kui again. The dark face seemed to be laughing at him... He was so evil that he couldn't stay here for long...

Thinking of this, Lao Liu didn't dare to neglect, he lit the incense candle again neatly, kowtowed hastily, and quickly shouted to the young worker Li to leave.

On the way, Lao Liu still couldn't figure out the strange incident that just happened. He asked the worker Li Dao: "Were you outside the door just now?"

"Yes." Xiaogong Li replied without hesitation.

"That's weird..." Old Liu muttered.

"...What's the problem?" Li, a young worker, asked curiously.

"Are you sure how many steamed buns you bought as an offering?"

"Ten." Li, the worker, said with certainty.

"There were only five I saw just now." Old Liu said with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Uh... I just saw that beggar chewing something in his mouth without taking a closer look. Could it be that he stole the steamed buns?" Li, the young worker, said these words, and he felt depressed. After all, he had been

If the person guarding the door left, it only took a few seconds to trot to a corn stalk field under the slope to urinate. After all, in such a short period of time, the beggar could not be so arrogant.

Sneak in and steal the steamed buns!

What's more, there is construction inside! Hmm! This statement is too far-fetched and should not be the case. So what are the beggars chewing? Is it possible that they are grinding their teeth?

Asking was in vain, he might as well not ask. Liu Shimao was puzzled and irritated. Damn it, he went to Zhongkui Temple. Not only did he not solve the problem, but it added a lot of troubles. He didn't know that the matter of missing steamed buns was
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