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There is only one Buddha statue in the hall, which is carved out of that dark gray rock, and the highest point is seven or eight meters high, which is a seated statue of Shakyamuni Buddha.

When I saw this Buddha statue, my first feeling was that this place had nothing to do with the old religion, at least it was not a place used by the old religion for sacrifices.

The Old Religion only honored those who lived in the primeval period, and even if they had gentlemen and monks in their sect, they also abandoned their beliefs.

No longer believe in the ancestors who gave them the Dharma, but in the ethereal gods of the past.

Because of this, many broken idols can be seen in most places that are associated with the old religion, as if to show their hearts to the old ones.......

But this place, I don't feel any connection to the old religion, it's just a temple, that's all.

The oil lamps lit in the main hall were distributed in the corners of the walls on both sides of the hall.

It was supposed to be an oil lamp, and I could smell the smell of burning oil.

But I can't figure out how these oil lamps are like lighting them. Say it's all on?

The floor tiles, walls, and ceiling of the temple are all gray and gray as far as the eye can see.

At first, I thought that the floor was made of white marble, but when I looked closely, I found that the color of these floor tiles was somewhat different from that of white marble, the color was darker, with an indescribable dead atmosphere.

This temple is already dead.

In the main hall, in front of the seated statue of Shakyamuni, there are eight small saplings growing there, which should be small saplings, not ordinary shrubs, and I can still tell this clearly.

The saplings are not small, each one is nearly one and a half meters tall.

They are distributed very regularly, with two plants in each of the south, south, west, and north.

And the two are still next to each other, no more than half a meter away from each other.

In the places where the saplings grow, there are no floor tiles at all, and they are directly connected to the ground.

For some reason, only four of the eight saplings were alive.

The saplings are in pairs, and in each pair, only one survives, not to mention the lush foliage, with an indescribable green.

The leaves look like they are carved from gemstones, and there are some reflections under the strong light of the flashlight, which looks crystal clear.

Compared to these highly active saplings, the other sapling next to them withered and decayed, and the crown was bare, with not a single leaf visible.

The branches and trunks of the trees have a dark gray color that can only be found in rocks, and there are even many cracks like rock ravines.

Four trees are born, and four trees die.

The old monk who moved the rosary sat cross-legged in the middle of the eight saplings, and behind him was the seated statue of Shakyamuni, and the whole body seemed to be covered with a shadow.......

It was definitely an old man, as you could tell by the goat-like beard on his chin.

This monk is not young, at least he should be over fifty years old.

But in any case, even if I saw him plucking the rosary and chanting the Buddha....... I don't think he's a living person either.

Just by looking at it, you can see that this monk is definitely not a fucking living person.

Although he was wearing a grayish monk's robe, much of his skin was exposed, and those skins, including those on his face, were black.

And it's still the kind of oily and shiny, like black with a layer of black paint, which looks reflective.

On top of this black skin, there are many red lines the thickness of the little finger.

The lines are also like paint, but they ....... I looked closely, and the red lines seemed to glow.

At this time, the villain did not rush in, and looked back at me, waiting for my next instructions.

"It's a grievance.......," I murmured, feeling a sense of foreboding.

Looking at that inexplicable old monk, I only felt that the danger was unspeakable, as if I would die in the next second.

From the time I entered the industry to the present, the first one to give me this feeling was the Nine Turtle God, and the second one was ....... This is the monk.

I remember Wu Xian Buddha told me that among the six prophets of the old religion, the strongest and the first boss is a monk who cultivates Buddhism.

It seems to be called a free teacher? Nan Zizi?

Could it be that this monk is him???

That's not right...... Didn't the people of the Old Religion only worship the gods of the old days? This is really a monk!!

Just when my heart was beating wildly and I was hesitating whether to run away, the old monk who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and kept plucking the rosary opened his mouth very abruptly.

"Nam no Amitabha ........."

As he spoke, he folded his hands and bowed to me very politely, his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but there was still a taste of curiosity in his tone.

"Donor, why are you here?"

His voice was that of an old man, which sounded no different from a normal person, and even better than a normal person's voice, very gentle and kind.

Hearing this cold question, I was slightly stunned.

"Lost." I replied in a low voice, following his example, I gave him a salute with my hands folded, and said with some nervousness: "Master, do you know what is the way out here?" ”

"A way out?" The old monk thought for a while and shook his head: "In these five turbid evil worlds, thousands of living beings are incomprehensible and refuse to leave, and the way out is naturally sealed. ”

When I got this reply, I was indeed a little confused, and I looked at the old monk in confusion, only thinking that this old man was ..... Isn't your brain normal? Or was my level too low to understand what he was saying about Zen Buddhism?

"Master, we disturbed you unintentionally, I hope you don't mind.......," I said, boldly taking a step back.

It doesn't matter to me whether this old monk is an enemy or a friend, what I need to do is to avoid all unknown risks.

Whether he is a living person or a wronged person, I can't even figure out the most basic point, let alone speculate on his strength........

The old monk breathes, and his body also has the smell of a living person, and he is quite active, and the yin and yang qi in his body are also in a relatively balanced state.

It is no exaggeration to say.

If I didn't look at his appearance, just by feeling and smelling, I would think that he was a living person, or even a living person who was even more normal than me.

Against such a strange monk, what are my chances of winning, my intuition tells me, I'm afraid I'm not optimistic.

Before he could make a move, I would look for an opportunity to withdraw first, and it would be a serious matter to seize the time to find another exit.

Ink with him here....... It's too dangerous.

"Donor, are you leaving?" The old monk asked me.

"I'm really sorry, Master, I'm really in a hurry, so I'll take my leave first, and I'll .......wait for the next time," I smiled unnaturally and explained to him, "I'll listen to your Zen sutras and teachings next time." ”

"I don't have any Zen scriptures to say, but I have a few questions that I want to ask the donor."

The old monk said, clasped his hands together, and politely saluted me again, the curiosity in his eyes had long since dissipated, and was replaced by a gaze similar to that of a beast.

Cruelty, madness, viciousness, all kinds of negative emotions of human beings can be found in the eyes of this old monk.

"You ask." I nodded, and took two more steps back.

When the Wicked Man saw me retreating, he did not step forward, but followed me backwards.

But it has brains and knows that my safety is more important than it, so it always stays in front of me.

"You have the aura of demons on you, are you in the same group as those people?" The old monk asked me.

"Those people?"

I was stunned for a moment, and looked at the old monk with some surprise: "What do you mean?" ”

"Those who have rejected the Buddha's Taoism." The old monk said.

Seeing that his eyes were becoming more and more dangerous, I hurriedly raised my hand, indicating that I was innocent, and explained loudly: "I am not in the same group as them!" Those old people are not all the way with me!! I am their enemy!! ”

"Then why do you have the breath of demons on you?"

The old monk looked at me suspiciously, and without waiting for me to answer, he nodded again and slowly stood up.

Maybe it's been a long time since I've been active, but when I stand suddenly, I immediately cause those bones on my body to click.

"You're lying to me, like those people."

As soon as the words fell, the old monk folded his hands and sighed bitterly.

"The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back."

"Donor, you can't cross the Buddha, let me cross you......."