The Little Shami in the Crying Mountain Temple
Although the plaque was engraved with the words 'Crying Mountain Temple', this place actually looked more like a Buddhist temple.
Nian Cien and the otaku carefully pushed open the monastery's main door. The place was brightly lit and solemn.
In the middle of the open-air courtyard hung a huge bronze bell, on which was carved the evil spirit of Zhang Ya, the Rakshasa.
The bespectacled otaku took two steps forward and looked at the huge bronze bell curiously. Nian Cien frowned slightly and looked around. He looked up at the lonely Da Yue and said,
"Go into the temple. It's cold and quiet outside.”
Only then did the otaku come back to his senses. He quickly nodded humbly and followed Nian Cien to the temple.
After taking two steps, the bespectacled otaku suddenly turned his head and stared at the huge bronze bell.
The bronze bell was serene and lofty, motionless.
The otaku patted his head. He felt that he was probably too tired and was hallucinating.
Just now, he had seen from the corner of his eye that the evil consequences of the bronze bell and Rakshasa seemed to be twisting.
Pushing open the temple door, the two of them were stunned.
The temple was filled with incense. Yellow prayer flags hung from the beams, and the shadows of the candlelight swayed on the flags.
In the middle was a solemn Buddha statue that was nearly eleven meters tall. There was a huge cauldron at the foot of the Buddha statue and fifteen devout devotees.
This time, the cauldron was no longer carved with Rakshasa and Evil Spirits. Instead, it was carved with Impermanence Locking Demon, Horse Ox Suppressing Demon, and several incense sticks were stuck in the cauldron in a mess. The smoke was faint.
Nian Cien and the otaku were stunned. There was actually someone?!
The two of them looked at each other.
They had always thought that the Myriad Race Battlefield was filled with great beasts and fiends. They did not expect there to be other humans. The two of them could not help but feel a little relieved.
A Japanese netizen: Who was burning incense and worshipping Buddha in the middle of the night? My Great Fusang is finished…"
Fusang netizen: " Baka, Nianjiang is a legend! You dare to slander me?"
Fusang netizen: " Although Nianjiang is free from Xu Jiechuan…" However, this doesn't seem right. Everyone, prepare yourselves. We don't know which city this disaster will befall.”
In the dark night, the entire Fusang Island fell into a tense atmosphere. Every city was prepared for an emergency evacuation.
Crying Mountain Temple.
Nian Cien stepped forward and said politely,
"Excuse me, can we stay here for the night?”
It was quiet. The two rows of devotees in front of the Buddha statue did not move. No one paid attention to her.
Nian Cien's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body tensed up. He placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to attack.
A moment later, she said,
"Excuse me, can we stay here?”
Her voice was a little louder, echoing in the temple.
Still, no one answered.
The otaku felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled the evil spirits and Rakshasa that seemed to be wriggling their bodies on the bronze bell.
Was that really an illusion?
Nian Cien had already entered a state of alert. He lowered his body slightly and stared at the devout devotees in front of the Buddha statue.
As the most talented person in Fusang in the past thousand years, she had inherited all the tricks and moves of the mind-flow saber technique. She had just been awarded the 'All-in-One' this year.
Her saber and sword could cut tigers and leopards, and could break metal.
"Pata."
It was a very clear sound. Was it the sound of water droplets or blood falling to the ground?
Nian Ci 'en's pupils constricted. She could clearly see that the devout devotees in front of the Buddha statue seemed to be…Melted?
He could see an old woman standing at the side with her eyes closed. Her face was blurry, and dark red liquid dripped from her eyes and cheeks.
Nian Cien and the bespectacled otaku both felt their hearts clench tightly. Their bodies turned cold, and they couldn't help but tremble slightly.
In the outside world, the audience in Fusang held their breaths. This strange and terrifying scene was also very terrifying through the screen, making them tremble together.
* Cough cough cough *
A cough came from behind the Buddha statue. It was a novice monk wearing a kasaya that was obviously not his.
This was because the kasaya was much larger than his body, and half of it was dragging on the ground.
The little monk tilted his head in confusion.
"Patrons, what are you staring at the wax statue for?”
The little monk's voice was very ethereal. There was no anger in his voice at all, as if he had been disturbed by two people who had barged into the temple in the middle of the night.
Nian Cien and the otaku relaxed. It turned out to be a wax statue.
But wasn't this wax statue a little too lifelike?
Nian Cien put his palms together and said with a smile,
"Little monk, it's getting late and there are many wild beasts outside. We want to stay here for the night, is that okay?”
The little monk yawned, but he did not look tired. His eyes were still very lively.
He smiled.
"Of course, there's no problem. There are many empty rooms in the back hall. Patrons, follow me.”
As he spoke, the little monk gently pointed behind him.
Nian Cien and the otaku with eyes looked at each other and quickly followed the little monk.
When he passed by the wax statues, Nian Cien couldn't help but glance sideways. These fifteen wax statues that showed signs of melting were very realistic and lifelike.
No wonder he thought it was a real person.
Nian Ci En thought.
The two of them followed the little monk through the wax statue, past the Buddha statue, and walked to the back hall.
In the front hall, the ten-meter-tall Buddha seemed to be more merciful.
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