Crying Mountain Temple? Crying Mountain Temple!
Boom! Crack!
In the sky, muffled thunder sounded again. Lightning flashed across the sky, and half of the sky was temporarily lit up. One could see the thick dark clouds.
Lauren looked at the rolling dark clouds in the sky, turned his head, and said,
"It's going to rain. Let's not stay in this courtyard. Let's go in quickly.”
Chu Guoyu looked at Zheng Yuan questioningly.
Zheng Yuan said gently,
"Of course."
As he spoke, Zheng Yuan walked past the Ghost's Domain Bronze Bell and pushed open the door.
Everyone followed closely behind.
The jade white lion originally wanted to stay in the courtyard, but when it saw the strange bronze bell that was praised as 'exquisite,' it shivered and obediently followed him in.
The door of the Buddha Hall was much taller, just enough to accommodate the jade white lion.
Upon entering the temple hall, the first thing everyone saw was the ten-meter-tall Buddha statue of compassion and the sixteen devout devotees in front of it.
Zheng Yuan looked at the Buddha statue with a faint smile and shook his head without saying anything.
Chu Guoyu looked at the 16 devout devotees in front of the Buddha in surprise. His clear voice sounded,"
"It's raining heavily, so we're here to stay the night.”
Those devotees did not move at all. Their faces were melting and dripping.
Everyone was shocked.
Nian Ci 'en's soft and weak voice sounded at the right time,"
"These…It seems to be a wax statue?"
Everyone focused their eyes and saw that it was true. They all heaved a sigh of relief.
Chu Guoyu shook his head slightly and scolded with a smile,"
"This Buddhist temple is so strange. It's so scary to have wax worshippers.”
"It's a wax statue, but it's not a wax statue."
Zheng Yuan's gentle voice suddenly rang out, causing everyone to be stunned.
Nian Cien's expression changed slightly uncontrollably. This old monk really could tell that something was wrong!
But why did he still walk in?
Xiao Budian asked in a childish voice,
"Grandpa, why is it a wax statue but not a wax statue?”
Without waiting for Zheng Yuan to reply, a young and ethereal voice rang out,"
"This mage really has good eyesight.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a young monk walked out from behind the Buddha statue with a smile. He was still wearing an excessively wide kasaya.
The young monk's gaze lingered on the nine-ringed monk staff in Zheng Yuan's hand for a moment, and his pupils constricted slightly.
He felt that this staff seemed to contain a supreme aura.
After all, this was the staff that the Buddha had given to the Sandalwood Merit Buddha. Although he did not know if the staff given by the system came from the Buddha who had transcended, or if it was his imprint and reflection.
However, it was definitely extraordinary.
The young monk gently put his palms together.
"May I ask your Dharma name?"
Zheng Yuan held the nine-ringed monk staff in one hand and the other upright.
"Amitabha. My Dharma name is Zhen Ding.”
The little monk laughed happily.
"So it's Master Zhen Ding."
Zheng Yuan's eyes were murky as he said warmly,"
"Where is the abbot of the temple? Why isn't he here?"
The little monk still had a peaceful expression.
"The abbot has already left on a crane. I am the abbot now.”
Chu Guoyu couldn't help but ask,"
"Abbot Buyu, these wax statues seem to be melting.”
Among the sixteen wax statues, except for the one with glasses who was slightly better, the feet of the other wax statues had already been piled with a lot of solidified wax.
Wait, glasses?
Lauren and Jones looked at each other, and their expressions changed slightly.
Were there spectacles in the Myriad Race Battlefield?
The little monk smiled nonchalantly.
"It's fine. It's probably because the weather is a little hot.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a cool breeze blew in from outside the Buddhist temple. The black and yellow prayer flags hanging on both sides were blown up, revealing the various Arhat statues behind them.
The members of the hunting squad looked at each other. They finally felt that something was wrong. This Buddhist temple seemed a little strange.
Chu Guo patted his head with his remaining consciousness. He kept feeling that he had forgotten something and couldn't remember.
Xiao Budian tiptoed to Zheng Yuan's side and asked in a very low voice,
"Grandpa, what's so strange about this place? I feel much better than the Mass Grave!”
Although his voice was not loud, it was still exceptionally loud in the temple. Everyone heard it.
Mass Grave?
The little monk frowned. This old monk and little boy had walked past the mass grave? He survived?
Zheng Yuan smiled sympathetically.
"After all, it used to be a peaceful Buddhist place. Even if it's destroyed now, there are still some rules.”
Everyone's expression changed.
The young monk's tone turned colder.
"Master Zhen Ding, you must be joking. My Crying Mountain Temple is vast and magnificent. How can it be said to be strangely destroyed?”
"Crying Mountain Temple?"
Chu Guoyu repeated in confusion, and his expression changed drastically,"
"Crying Mountain Temple!"
The members of the hunting squad also sucked in a breath of cold air. They wanted to turn around and escape, but the door closed with a bang.
Everyone huddled behind Zheng Yuan and stood next to the tensed white jade lion.
Zheng Yuan opened his eyes slightly and shook his head mercifully."
"Fake, it's still fake. Substituting one for another isn't the right way.”
Outside the window, the wind was getting louder, like the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves.
Kakaka.
A strange voice sounded. The sixteen wax figures turned their heads and stared at the dying monk.
Some of the wax on his neck fell to the ground.
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