In the main hall, the light is dim, and there is an eerie atmosphere.

The dark Buddha is so conspicuous, everyone has seen it, and a few timid tourists are still wondering if to kneel down and kowtow to this Buddha three times first.

"Move forward!"

"Bow down!"

"Worship the Buddha!"

It looked like a brass-cast dark Buddha spoke, concise and to the point, and there was no doubt about the domineering in his voice.

Tourists are in a commotion and don't know what to do.

"Bai Ci, do you want to kowtow first?"

The old aunt was afraid: "Anyway, it's just kowtow, and there won't be a piece of meat!" ”

"Let's knock one first!"

Sima Mu also agreed.

"Oba, the regular pollution should begin, but I don't know what the lethal effect is?"

Jin Yingzhen felt that the momentum of this big Buddha was so terrifying, it must not be solved by kowtowing.

When there are too many people, there will be a herd mentality.

More than 800 tourists are watching each other.

Kowtowing is not a problem, the main fear is that kowtowing first will cause an accident.

Seeing that no one was moving, the Big Buddha snorted coldly.

A cloud of sparks, erupting from its two thick nostrils, then scattered and falling down like fireflies in the middle of summer.

[Hide! 】

When Lin Baici heard this, he hurriedly moved to the corner.

"Stand back!"

Lin Baici reminded Jin Yingzhen that in fact, there was no need for him to shout, everyone instinctively dodged these sparks.

One spark after another fell, suddenly accelerated, and flew over the nearest person.

Rumble!

In front of their eyebrows, a small flame lit up.

"What is this?"

"It's a little hot!"

"What now?"

The tourists, who were marked by the sparks, panicked.

"Don't delay, you may die, hurry up and kowtow to the Buddha in front of the Big Buddha!"

A middle-aged man with short hair roared anxiously.

There was no spark in his eyebrows, so he said that he wanted these people to go to the road first, and if it was thunder, these people would step on it first.

When those tourists heard this, they didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly ran to the big Buddha, knelt down, and began to kowtow.

"Bodhisattva bless!"

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

"I'm a good person, I've never done anything bad in my life, can you please let me go?"

Visitors kowtow, pray, and many promise to make offerings of incense.

The big Buddha held his face with his palms on his cheeks, looked at these people expressionlessly, and suddenly showed a hideous smile.

"Those who do not respect the Buddha will die!"

As the word 'death' fell, those tourists with a spark in front of their eyebrows ushered in the end of the world.

The spark burst into flames, igniting their hairs and causing them to burn like candles, and the fire was so fast that it engulfed their entire bodies in an instant.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

There were so many 'torches' in the main hall at once, dispelling a lot of darkness, but the surviving tourists felt like falling into an ice cave, and it was even colder.

The old aunt and Hua Yueyu hugged Lin Baici's arm,

Shivering.

The seventy-five unlucky ones who were set on fire screamed, wailed, and cried for help......

They ran around like headless flies, but they only lasted a dozen seconds before they fell to the ground and burned to death.

The corpse was charcoal-shaped, scorching with smoke, and the air smelled of burnt roasted meat.

Vomit! Vomit!

Quite a few people spit out.

"Move forward!"

"Bow down!"

"Worship the Buddha!"

The Dark Buddha spoke again.

This time, everyone didn't dare to slack off, except for two or three kittens who were still standing, everyone else knelt down and kowtowed to the Buddha.

"Bai Ci, kneel down!"

The old aunt saw that Lin Baici didn't kneel, so she quickly pulled him.

"Brother Lin, don't care about face, life matters."

Brother Gu urged.

Don't care if it's useful or not, let's talk about it first.

The tourists bowed their heads, but the Buddha was not satisfied, and it snorted coldly, and a cloud of sparks erupted from its nostrils.

Everyone has seen the horror of this thing, swooped, anxiously dodged, and some people pushed each other, trying to squeeze into the crowd and use others as meat shields.

The speed of the spark is fast, and the flight path is irregular, so it is difficult to dodge.

It's purely a matter of luck.

There were more than sixty unlucky eggs, who were attached to the center of their eyebrows by this spark.

Lin ...... Ringo! ”

The photographer cried.

He was unlucky, there was a spark that burned in front of his eyebrows.

"Kowtowing is not good, let's hurry up and find the right way to worship the Buddha!"

Lin Baici analyzed, and by the way, asked the god in his heart, what should I do?

It's just that the mysterious voice didn't reply.

"It seems that I can only rely on myself!"

Lin Baici began to save himself and called on everyone: "Don't waste it here, hurry up and search the hall carefully to see if there are any clues!" ”

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, in addition to the dark Buddha enshrined on the front Buddha platform, on the left and right sides of it, there are eighteen small Buddha platforms.

If Lin Baici guessed correctly, it should be the location of the eighteen Arhat monks who rushed out just now.

Behind the altars on each side of the table, there is a row of purple-lacquered wooden shelves, on which is placed a row of unlit bronze oil lamps.

The main hall was paved with cyan stone slabs, smooth as a mirror, and was full of scriptures carved on it, and the dome was too high to be seen clearly.

The surrounding walls are carved with colorful murals.

There is a big Buddha descending to earth, purifying all sentient beings;

There are good men and women who pray sincerely, chant sutras and worship Buddha;

There is incense flourishing, and my Buddha is always bright......

On these murals, even an inconspicuous weed, they are carved vividly, and the expressions of every believer are vivid.

"There's nothing in this hall!"

Many people couldn't find clues and were desperate.

Lin Baici looked around, and his gaze returned to the mural on the left wall.

A group of good men and women sit on a futon, chanting sutras and worshipping the Buddha.

"Do you want to recite the scriptures?"

Hua Yueyu also noticed this, and her eyes lit up.

"Does anyone know how to recite the scriptures? Hurry up and read a few paragraphs! ”

The short-haired middle-aged man shouted.

"I ...... I will! ”

An old man stood up, he was old, in poor health, and sick, and in order to live a few more years, he began to believe in Buddhism.

He enshrines a statue of Guanyin in his home, and recites a sutra every day.

"So what are you waiting for? Hurry up! ”

Short-haired middle-aged man urges.

The old man knelt down, folded his hands, and began to chant in his mouth.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, and they all looked at him.

The Dark Buddha listens.

"Seems to work?"

Tourists are in good spirits.

The old man peeked at the Dark Buddha, thinking that he had passed the test, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the Buddha spoke.

"Wild dogs bark and make noise!"

The big Buddha's face was full of impatience, his left hand was raised, and he pressed it in the air!

A black Buddha palm condensed by light suddenly appeared more than ten meters above the old man's head, and followed it quickly.

Bang!

Dust was flying, blood and flesh were splattered everywhere.

When the black Buddha palm disappeared, there was only a mass of flesh and blood, smeared on the cyan stone slab.

The old man is dead, and there are no bones left!

When many people saw this scene, their scalps were numb, and they couldn't chant sutras?

The black Buddha glanced around.

Those tourists with sparks in their eyebrows were panicked, kowtowing harder, and even two of them even harmed themselves, as a way to show their devotion to the Buddha.

But alas, it didn't work.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The sparks burst into flames and ignited them.

"Yueyu ......"

The photographer looked at Hua Yueyu reluctantly, he knew that he was going to die and wanted to confess, but before he finished speaking, the whole person was ignited.

"Brother Gu!"

Hua Yueyu was in a bad mood, Brother Gu worked hard, had superb photography skills, didn't smoke or drink, he was a good man and a good partner, but he didn't expect to die in this kind of place.

"Move forward!"

"Bow down!"

"Worship the Buddha!"

The Big Buddha spoke, his voice indifferent.

"You asked us to worship the Buddha, but you told us what to do?"

Someone shouted loudly and was indignant.

The Big Buddha didn't pay attention to him, but snorted coldly again, and a spark erupted from his nose.

Swish!

The tourists hurriedly retreated, and now everyone knows that if they get this thing, they will definitely die.

The sparks exploded, like a meteor shower, and landed in front of the eyebrows of some people.

At this moment, no distinction between high and low, rich or poor, beauty or ugliness, just luck.

A spark crossed in front of Hua Yueyu and landed in front of Jin Yingzhen's eyebrows.

"Oba ......"

Jin Ying really panicked.

"Don't give up!"

Lin Baici encouraged, his eyes wandered over the murals, and at the same time recalled everything that happened after the bell rang and the Buddha let everyone enter the hall to worship the Buddha.

"The way of worshipping the Buddha, kneeling, copying scriptures, offering incense, offering tributes, chanting sutras...... Chanting? ”

Lin Baici had a flash of inspiration.

Chanting

It must be a way to worship the Buddha, but the Buddha is not satisfied, is it because he can't understand it?

Lin Baici lowered his head, looked at the scriptures on the bluestone floor that he didn't know which ethnic language they were, and remembered the chanting sound that sounded at the beginning of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

None of them are Chinese.

"Yingzhen, you follow me next to read a scripture!"

Lin Baici quickly opened his backpack, took out the black altar bowl, muttered 'drink porridge' and 'drink porridge' twice, and took out the vanilla futon.

Hua Yueyu was very surprised when she saw this scene, if it was usual, she would definitely ask what it was, but now that everyone is going to die, she has no mind at all: "White words, it's useless to chant scriptures!" ”

"Not necessarily!"

Lin Bai walked to the Buddha: "Hurry up!" ”

Kim Yeong-jin hurried to follow.

Lin Baici put down the herb futon and let Jin Yingzhen kneel on it, and then he began to chant.

Thanks for the recitation!

Let him listen to it once, and then he will memorize the passage.

Jin Yingzhen listened to Lin Bai's recitation, and she repeated it, because kneeling on the futon had the blessing of ear recitation, so Jin Yingzhen's current memory is super good.

Some tourists walked around the main hall and did not give up looking for clues, while a few broke the jar and lay flat.

They looked at Jin Yingzhen chanting the scriptures and felt that her efforts were in vain.

The old man had proved with his life that chanting was useless.

"I'd rather be burned to death than be slapped into a puddle of rotten meat!"

The old aunt muttered.

Soon, people realized that something was wrong, the Buddha did not kill anyone, and while listening to the goose-faced girl chanting, the murderous expression on its face also melted.

Five minutes passed.

Jin Yingzhen finished reading it and looked at the Big Buddha with a worried face.

"Stand down!"

The big Buddha waved his hand, and the sparks in the center of Jin Yingzhen's eyebrows disappeared after a pop.

"Survived! Survived! ”

Jin Yingzhen jumped up excitedly, like a koala, hugged Lin Baici, and kissed him fiercely.

"Oba, you're my superman!"

For the rest of his life, Jin Yingzhen was full of gratitude to Lin Baici.

He saved me again!

"Is it okay to chant sutras?"

"Then why was the old man killed?"

"It seems that the scriptures are not the same!"

The tourists talked a lot and gathered around Lin Baici to inquire.

Everyone can see it.

This girl, who seems to be a member of a Korean girl group, survives completely because of this big boy.