This actor is full of tricks.

Chapter 170 Altar
Chicken that eats beef?
"Brother, why are you feeding those chickens meat?"

Asking when you don’t understand has always been a good quality, and Zhao Huayu, played by Lin Jue, has further promoted this quality.

"Those are sacred chickens. We'll offer them to the gods during the grand ceremony." Dazhu answered casually, took out his key and opened the door, then reminded him emphatically, "Remember to walk in with your left foot, so as not to bump into the gods."

This is another offense against the gods. No matter what you do, you may anger that god.

There are so many rules it's outrageous.

Lin Jue followed him and watched Dazhu step over the threshold with his left foot. He asked, "Is there any explanation for this?"

"Because sometimes, the gods will enter your home while you are sleeping to inspect and bless you. The gods use their right foot to enter, so we must use our left foot, otherwise there will be a conflict."

It was probably because Lin Jue was going to live at home, and Dazhu was worried that the other party didn't know the rules and would bring disaster to himself, so he explained it in detail.

"The gods entered with their right foot?" Lin Jue scratched his head. "How could they know so much? Has anyone really seen a god?"

"Although I haven't seen it before, these are customs passed down in the village. Someone must have seen it before." Dazhu pointed to the innermost part and said, "Do you see the altar? It was given by the messenger of God. Every household has such an altar to offer incense to the gods, and it can also guide the gods to come to the home."

Lin Jue looked in the direction of his finger. Behind the door was a main room, which was square and extremely spacious. However, there were very few pieces of furniture, and they were distributed on both sides, leaving the middle space empty.

Going forward along the empty space is the wall of the main hall facing the door. The wall is painted snow-white and there is only an altar there.

The altar is round on top and square on the bottom.

In front of the altar is an incense burner with incense sticks in it. The smoke is lingering and the smell is a bit pungent.

"We cleared out the area in the middle and made the door lead directly to the altar to prevent furniture from blocking the path of God." Dazhu reached out and turned on the light.

Lin Jue followed him in. These customs seemed to make sense, but he didn't know where they came from. Had they been passed down in Buming Village since ancient times? Or did they only appear recently?
He looked at the altar and asked, "Brother, should I go and offer incense to the gods?"

"Okay, but you have to be sincere." Dazhu walked to the cabinet nearby and took out three incense sticks: "Twenty yuan each, three in total, sixty yuan in total."

Lin Jue's eyelids twitched when he heard this. This place was even worse than a den of brothels. It seemed that they would not stop until they had squeezed all the money out of the outsiders.

The money was exchanged with the goods. When Lin Jue took the incense, he noticed that Dazhu looked at his backpack with a bit of greed. This guy must have seen the money in the bag, and he might come up with some dirty ideas to cheat him out of money in the future.

Lin Jue pressed his bag inconspicuously, borrowed a lighter to light the incense, and when he approached the altar, he took a look inside the altar.

The jar was half filled with black water, and at the bottom of the jar there was a square object that looked like a talisman bag, and black gas was constantly coming out of it.

It takes a lot for the so-called god to come up with the idea of ​​using such a strange weapon to enjoy the incense of the world.

Could it be that he wants to transform the strange weapon into a magical weapon?
Lin Jue shook his head, bowed to the jar properly, and inserted the incense into the stove.

Dazhu pointed to the stairs and said, "Your room is upstairs. It's on the left when you go up the stairs. There are quilts and sheets."

"Meals are served at 8 a.m., 12 p.m., and 6 p.m. every day. If you exceed the time limit by even a minute, you are not allowed to eat."

What kind of rule is this?
You are not allowed to eat if you wait more than one minute. Are you using me as an alarm clock?
Lin Jue nodded to show that he understood. Da Zhu continued, "Besides that, you are not allowed to go out after 8 o'clock in the evening. Even if you want to talk at home, you must speak quietly."

"What's the point of this?" Lin Jue really didn't understand the meaning of these rules.

"The god's servants are responsible for patrolling the village for safety at night. If you go out or speak loudly, you will attract their attention. If you anger the god, no one can save you." It was that so-called god again.

Even cult leaders don’t have so many rules.

Dazhu then added, "Remember to cover up any mirrors in the house after 8 p.m. Also, if you hear any noise outside the window, don't look in. It's the gods' servants patrolling the night."

After saying this, he seemed to understand that this outsider who wanted money was very curious, and warned Lin Jue: "Since you have come to the village, you must abide by the rules. Remember that you are here to have fun, don't cause trouble."

Lin Jue nodded honestly. Rules are dead, but people are alive. It should be no problem for him to hide and secretly take a look at what the so-called god's attendants are.

He still didn't believe that the god's servants would lie on the windows of every house to see if anyone was peeping.

"But why cover the mirror?"

Dazhu glanced at him and said in a cold tone: "If you don't want to die, just cover it up."

"Is there something weird in the mirror? Will it reach out in the middle of the night and grab people?" Lin Jue thought of some ghost stories about mirrors.

"I don't know the details, but you just need to be obedient." After saying that, Dazhu walked straight out the door and went to the yard to feed the chickens.

Lin Jue shrugged, turned around and walked upstairs.

There was a musty smell in the stairs, and the walls on both sides were covered with mildew. Going up the stairs was the main room on the second floor.

Compared to the bright and clear light on the first floor, the second floor was much dimmer. Lin Jue tried to press the switch, and the light flickered a few times before going out completely.

Not only is the lighting bad, the environment on the second floor is also very bad. The ground and walls are covered with mold, there is a lot of rotten garbage, and bedbugs are crawling around. It is simply a biochemical garbage dump.

"It stinks! Boy, did you fall into the pit?"

The old man in the backpack couldn't stand the smell on the second floor, but Lin Jue seemed very calm. He could sleep in the bloody environment of the school health room, so this place was just a little dirty.

There are three rooms on the second floor, one of which is a toilet. The door of the room on the left is open, and it can be seen that it is a bedroom, while the door of the room on the right is tightly closed and locked, so it is unclear what it is used for.

Generally speaking, in those crime movies, such locked rooms usually hide something shameful.

Lin Jue tiptoed over and put his face against the door.

There was silence behind the door, and no strange movement.

He whispered to the backpack, "Uncle, if I flatten you and stuff you into the crack of the door, can you recover?"

"How can you calmly say such a scary thing?" The old man's voice trembled. He felt that this crazy guy might really do such a thing.

From the beginning until now, he has never had a good impression of Lin Jue. It was really the situation that forced him to give in.

If he could resist, he would definitely let this kid taste the strange taste of meat.

(End of this chapter)