Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Mr. Guan sat in the main room, motionless, as if in trance. Although his eyesight was getting worse and worse due to the influence of the Yin Mountain, his hearing was very good, and he could hear almost the voices in the small courtyard in the house.

He listened quietly, not knowing whether he was listening to the sound of the TV or Fan Hui's footsteps.

Fan Hui has a foreign surname. Although he is an affiliated family of the Guan family, it is useful to the Guan family in some places, and there is no need to do anything to him yet.

He listened to Fan Hui's deliberately light footsteps, and waited until he heard the man gradually move away, crossed the threshold with a big stride, and walked out the door, then he slowly stood up while supporting the table.

The old man likes to be quiet, even if he is old, he doesn't like many people coming in to serve him, because it will make him feel that he is underestimated, so apart from greetings in the morning and evening, no one else will come in suddenly in this yard.

He groped for a while, and found his crutches. The faint blue in his eyes shone like will-o'-the-wisps under the shadow of half of the curtains. He didn't care that the shadows of the curtains enveloped his body, after all, he Already half-blind, the life of seeing things is what he will experience sooner or later.

He slowly walked into the room behind the TV, without turning on the light, walked to the bookcase in the corner with his own feeling, tapped it lightly, heard the sound of hollow drums coming from inside, sighed, and groped for the bookcase. A protruding place on the inside of the bookcase was blocked by books, and the copper cover was pulled open to find a button.

Among the living people, no more than the top leaders know that this button exists, so this place is usually used by the old man to store some important things.

With the button pressed, the bookcase made a dull sound, and slowly slid open along the slide rails below, revealing a narrow door.

Mr. Guan fiddled with his crutches, took out a key from inside, and opened the door.

If Ding Mu was here, he could tell that the material of this key was almost exactly the same as the brass key he had seen before.

The door opened, Mr. Guan took back the key, and walked in slowly.

Behind the bookcase is a narrow and cramped room. It doesn't look like a house, but more like the remaining space divided from two houses. It can only accommodate one person, and it can't fit any more.

Inside the room is a small case, on which are placed incense burners, tributes, night pearls for lighting and other things. Behind the case are two paintings. The title is still wrong "Tianzun of Taiyin" instead of "Xingjun Taiyin" in the traditional sense. To the west is a black dragon with angry eyes and protruding eyes. Black iron chains are wrapped around its body. The coils were stacked, but a lot of them were broken, and the remaining iron chains emanated a silver-white streamer strangely.Along with the iron chain, the scales on the black dragon's body and a broken horn on top of its head are emitting light. The broken horn is black, but it emits a strange red light in the crack. The red light drifts and falls on the drawing paper. It turned golden in the middle, and it looked like there was a horn made of magma on top of his head. The only difference from the prisoner dragon Ding Mu had seen was that this dragon seemed to be in better condition, and it was no longer the one he had seen in his dream. Desperate and decadent.

The mark on the side of the dragon statue reads: "Ao Ze Tianjun".

The dragon statue is a few centimeters lower than the goddess statue. It can be seen that one is respected and the other is humble.

After the old man came in, he gently closed the door, knelt down on the futon placed in front of the table, and made a big salute.

If anyone outside the mountain sees the scene of payment, they will be shocked. First, they are surprised that this is how the oldest man outside the mountain would kneel down to two unknown statues. Second, they are puzzled by these two statues. Who is it, and why are they crowned with gods that don't match their identities—not to mention the Taiyin Star Lord whose title is wrong from the inside to the outside, and even the prisoner dragon, they don't seem to be high-level gods.

Looking at the chains on the dragon, it looked like a prisoner.

Mr. Guan's expression was as usual, he had done this kind of thing many times.

The brightness of the Ye Mingzhu is not as good as that of an incandescent lamp, it looks dim and cold, and even the two god statues look ferocious and resentful, no longer benevolent.

Mr. Guan kowtowed three times, looked at the almost broken chains on the black dragon, and murmured softly: "Tianjun, it's not long, you're about to come out."

Turning his head to the statue of Taiyin again, he said, "It's coming soon, it's coming soon, just wait a little longer."

He flipped the collar of the clothes while possessing him, revealing a patterned black horn.

It was the snake vine rose that Guan Ding and his wife had seen in Yinshan Mountain.

After putting incense sticks on the two god statues, Mr. Guan never knelt down again. With a complicated expression on his face, he glanced at the dragon god statue and thought of something. He said to himself, "I hope everything goes well."

Guan Yi had already retreated from the 20-year-old house at this time. Before he left, he packed up all the things in the house, as if they hadn't been touched in any way.

Next, do you want to enter the main building?

He looked at the three-story building in front of him, listened to the sound of the machine turning inside, and thought about what he had just found.

High-level secrets will only be placed in the main building. If he wants to understand those things, he must enter the main building.

But first, he needs the key to the confidential documents room in the main building.