Qiu Ming took the torch in Dian Wei's hand, Dian Wei pulled out the short halberd inserted in his waist, and the two of them protected Guo Jia in it, and carefully marched slowly towards the front hall.

When the torches were moved into the main hall again, the sound in the hall stopped again, as if they were playing hide and seek with them. Qiu Ming suddenly made up his mind, since he didn't dare to speak out in front of people, then he was definitely not an evil ghost, since he was not an evil ghost, what am I afraid of you doing? He straightened up, and it seemed that his hands were no longer trembling.

By the light of the torches, Tyumen quickly glanced at the main hall, and it seemed that there was no change compared to just now, and he did not see anything suspicious. He was about to say a few words lightly, but he saw Dian Wei walking towards the statue of the moon god Wangshu.

In the firelight, Wangshu's face seemed to have some kind of inexplicable look, and the skirt seemed to be flying, which was completely different from the feeling when they first met. Dian Wei slowed his steps very slowly, but he made a heavy sound of footsteps step by step, and it seemed that the entire hall was shaking and shaking.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the temple was getting more and more strange, the cry of a child came from behind the statue, and at first it was only one or two times, and gradually merged into a sea of crying. Qiu Ming's heart sank, and he turned to look behind the statue, and saw seven or eight young children curled up together, looking at him with a frightened expression.

With great difficulty, Tyumen persuaded them to cry and gathered them into the main hall. By the light of the fire, Qiu Ming saw that the eldest of these young children was only eight or nine years old, all of them with yellow muscles and skinny skinny, and he couldn't help but feel compassion and asked, "What about your parents?" ”

After a while, a bold boy cowered and said, "Our father and mother are all behind there." ”

It turned out to be some orphans, Qiu Ming felt even more pity, and said in a soft voice as soft: "It's so late, what are you doing in the temple?" ”

A girl said in a milky voice: "I'm hungry, I want to eat Niangniang noodles." ”

noodles? What is that? Qiu Ming asked carefully and learned that Niangniang's noodles were the food given to the world by the moon god Niangniang. When people who are dying of hunger come to the temple on a moonlit night to pray sincerely, the moon goddess Niangniang will give food to her devotees. These children were so hungry during the day that they pressed their chests and backs, and they waited until the moon came out in the evening to pray.

But today is not the same as usual, there are many soldiers of unknown origin stationed outside the temple, all of whom look fierce and vicious. They didn't dare to enter through the temple gate, so they had to climb in through the hole in the courtyard wall, and waited patiently until Qiu Ming and the others went to the back room before they started to act.

"Niangniang noodles?" Guo Jia seemed very interested in this: "What is that?" Can you eat it? The boy nodded affirmatively: "Although it is not delicious, we will not be hungry immediately after eating it, and it is a sacred object given to us by my mother." ”

Guo Jia's interest intensified, and at his request, several children began to pray to Wangshu's statue again. In a moment, as if in response to these prayers, a silver ray of moonlight cast from the skylight of the main hall shone on the square inch in front of the idol's feet.

The boy said excitedly, "Here it is." He took the lead in picking up the loose pieces of wood and bamboo, and dug them up in the ground, and soon dug up some white and fine flour dirt, and the youngest child was already impatiently grabbing the dirt and stuffing it into his mouth.