Inside this strange house, there is actually another building.
This building is not an ordinary house, but a temple.
If it were just a temple, that would be fine, but the temple in front of you feels very strange at first glance.
When I took a closer look, I realized that the reason why the temple looked strange was that the left and right sides of the temple were not symmetrical. The left half and the right half were completely different.
It looks like two temples were cut in half and then combined.
"What the hell..." Jin Xiuyun was also stunned by the sight of this temple.
I'm afraid she wouldn't have thought that there was a temple hidden in this strange house.
"Look at the steps and window lattice." Shen Qingyao suddenly said, "The left is an even number, the right is an odd number, the even number belongs to yin, the odd number belongs to yang, the left is the yin temple, and the right is the yang temple."
When she said this, we also noticed it.
Sure enough, the eaves of the left half of the temple are not only lower and smaller, but also have an even number of steps and window lattice, while the opposite is true for the right side.
Folks have always been divided into yin temples and yang temples. It is said that yang temples worship gods, and yin temples worship ghosts.
Usually, ghosts are enshrined in Yin temples.
But the temple in front of me is strange. It is actually a Yin Yang Temple.
In the middle of the Yin Yang Temple, there is also a bronze door.
The bronze door was open, and we walked through it and came to the interior of the temple.
I saw that there were no statues of gods enshrined in the temple. There were only two clay statues about half a man tall, one on the left and one on the right.
The two clay statues were vaguely human-shaped, and the workmanship was very rough, as if someone had randomly squeezed the clay.
The ordinary yellow clay used was already cracked in some places.
"What is this, Clay Bodhisattva?" Shao Zilong muttered.
On the ground in the center of the temple, a black line was drawn, dividing the temple into two halves, like the two realms of Yin and Yang.
A futon is pressed against this line and placed in the center. Judging from the depression on the futon, it seems that something has been sitting on it for a long time.
Therefore, Jin Xiuyun must have been right in thinking that something lived in this strange house.
As to whether it is a human being or something else, it is hard to say.
Looking around, all you can see in the entire temple are these things, and nothing else.
"Is this...is this a place to raise little devils?" Jin Xiuyun asked, pointing to the two clay bodies.
"Maybe your method of raising little ghosts is quite special. I've never heard of such a thing." Shao Zilong said.
Jin Xiuyun was so anxious that she burst into tears, "What about my parents? Were they killed by a kid or kidnapped by that old lady?"
I walked slowly around the temple a few times, carefully observing every corner.
According to Jin Xiuyun's description, this temple was probably built by my grandfather at the request of the Jin family. There must be some kind of mystery in it.
The external structure of this temple is quite exquisite, with one yin and one yang, very neatly made, and even the small patterns are carved perfectly.
But the interior of the temple can only be said to be difficult to describe.
There are bumps and bumps everywhere, and it doesn't even look like a semi-finished product.
But this is only superficial. After a closer look, I found that the structure of this temple uses the number of crape myrtle and the nine-ling grid, with only one purpose, which is to gather yin and trap yang.
This in itself is very strange and contradictory, but if combined with the Yin Yang Temple, it seems a bit natural.
And all of this is actually to create a pattern that is neither yin nor yang.
This futon presses on the boundary between yin and yang, which is the intersection of yin and yang.
So the person sitting on this futon, or something, is the key to this Yin Yang Temple, and it can also be said to be the key point of this Feng Shui bureau.
Grandpa's purpose of setting up this Yin Yang Temple should be to protect the Jin family from disasters, but it is difficult to guess what the specific situation is.
As for what Jin Xiuyun said about raising little ghosts, it was naturally impossible. The people living in this temple could be humans or something else, but they definitely couldn't be ghosts.
I came to one of the clay statues, looked at it for a moment, and then slapped its head with my palm.
Just a click was heard, and the mud tire shattered.
"Hey, there's something hidden in here!"
Shao Zilong let out a sigh and came over together with Shen Qingyao and Jin Xiuyun.
I saw something shining silver mixed in the broken mud tire.
I pushed aside the mud and took the thing in my hands.
This thing is much bigger than my fist, and it is wrapped tightly with a layer of silver foil.
Holding it in my hand, I can actually feel a slight beating sound coming from inside.
With a move in my heart, I held it in my hand and looked at it several times. Then I came to another clay statue and smashed it into pieces as well.
Sure enough, another thing appeared in the shattered mud tire.
The two are similar in size and shape, except that the one on the right is wrapped in gold foil and looks shiny.
Holding it in your hand, you can vaguely feel a slight beating inside.
I held the gold and silver objects in my left and right hands respectively, held them flat in front of me, closed my eyes, and opened them after a while.
"What is this?" Shao Zilong asked.
I thought for a moment and said, "There could be a heart here, still beating."
Everyone was surprised, Shao Zilong asked, "Human?"
"It should be." I nodded, "You can open it and take a look, but once it is opened, it will be broken."
"What does it mean broken?" Shen Qingyao asked.
"To put it simply, these two hearts are still fresh now, but after they are opened, they will immediately become corrupted." I explained.
Shen Qingyao frowned, "You said just now that these two hearts are still beating. Did you mean to say that they are still alive?"
"That's not true. Two hearts alone can't survive. The reason why they can beat is that there is some kind of restriction inside." I said.
"It's so wonderful, let's open it and take a look before talking." Shao Zilong said.
I walked to the middle of the temple, stood on the left side of the dividing line with my left leg, and stepped on the right side of the dividing line with my right leg. At the same time, I placed my two hearts on the left and right sides respectively.
"Look carefully." I reminded, placing my hands above the two hearts.
Shao Zilong and others gathered around, their eyes widened as they watched.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly drew the index fingers of both hands at the same time.
There was only a squeaking sound, as if something was leaking air.
The ten fingers immediately moved quickly to peel off the gold and silver foil.
They saw that what was wrapped in the gold and silver was indeed a heart, which was still beating slightly, but in just an instant, the heart turned dark, then withered and shriveled until it rotted, emitting waves of stench.
"Can it still be like this?" Shao Zilong was amazed, "Old Lin, you know a lot of tricks."
It’s not unusual for me to know this, because this is my grandfather’s technique. It’s just that when I was in my hometown, my grandfather used this technique to keep food fresh.
This method is easy to use, but the time should not be too long. If it is too long, once the gold and silver foil is broken, the contents inside will immediately become rotten.
