The door-to-door son-in-law of the beautiful president

Chapter 730 Strange Buddhist Temple, Millennium Ice Corpse

Under Mengjue's order, three thin men came out of the crowd, carrying flashlights, lighting torches, and one with a rope on their shoulders, like drilling a dog's hole, one after another. went in.

Three male disciples and two female disciples used torches to illuminate this strange Buddhist hall.

In front of the Buddhist hall is a huge statue of the six-armed Yaksha God with green face, fangs, and ferocious face. The six arms are either holding a halberd or a sword, and one of the six arms is holding a sad face. The severed neck of that human head should have been painted with red paint. Even after such a long time, it still looks so scarlet and coquettish, just like a bloody human head.

"Emi Tuofu, Ermi Tuofu, Lord Yasha, please forgive us for our sins..." These five men and women are all disciples of Bailian Temple, and they usually have to recite Buddhist scriptures. , all of them knelt down on the ground, kowtowing in fear.

"Okay, stop talking!"

"Find out what's inside and quickly open the sarcophagus!"

Although Mengjue couldn't see what was going on inside the Buddhist hall through the thick stone gate, Mengjue knew when he heard them chanting inside, the five juniors and juniors were terrified.

"It's absurd. I, a disciple of Bailian Temple, can be regarded as a disciple of Buddhism. How can I be intimidated by the Yasha God enshrined in the Buddhist hall?"

"Hurry up and do it, Yasha God will only bless you and not resent you..."

Hearing Meng Jue's urging outside the stone gate, the five male and female disciples in the Buddhist hall did not dare to delay any longer.

After they knelt down, they stuck their torches on the wall, huddled together, and tremblingly walked forward to a white sarcophagus under the huge Yaksha statue.

Before approaching the sarcophagus, a person tremblingly said: "It doesn't feel right."

"The further you go, the colder you feel, like walking into a dark cellar..."

After hearing this, the scalps of several other people felt numb, because they also felt the same cold feeling, not as if they were walking into the cellar, but walking towards the deep and cold Nine Serenity Hell.

"Brother..." At this time, a female disciple pointed forward in horror: "Look, God Yasha seems to be bleeding..."

When everyone heard the words and looked at her direction, their faces suddenly changed in horror, and they only felt a chill rising from their backs.

The lowermost left hand of the Yaksha god held the miserable head, and there were scarlet blood drops, dripping drop by drop from the severed neck.

The sound of ticking, ticking, dripping blood is clearly audible, which clearly shows that this is not a hallucination.

Everyone panicked, "What, what's going on?"

"Why, why does this sculpture of Yaksha God and Buddha suddenly bleed?"

A male disciple holding a torch trembled slightly and couldn't help but slowly backed away, while the two female disciples were even more frightened and trembling, holding each other tightly and hiding behind the male disciples.

"No, the sarcophagus is the same!"

"But it's not blood, it seems to be dripping water..." At this moment, the male disciple holding the torch saw liquid dripping from the corner of the sarcophagus, and pointed to that direction, shouting.

Several people looked at the white stone coffin in unison, observed carefully for a while, and saw that there was indeed a drop of water falling from a corner of the coffin, they looked at each other, then boldly stepped forward to investigate carefully.

As soon as they got close to the sarcophagus, they could feel a strong chill coming. Several people stood there dumbfounded, not daring to enter, and unwilling to retreat. It took a long time before someone with a little more courage The male disciple stepped forward tentatively and touched the sarcophagus with his hand.

"This coffin is very similar to that kind of ice coffin with extremely low temperature..." The male disciple noticed that the tentacles were covered with cold and wet dew, and he immediately understood, and said loudly, "Everyone, don't be afraid, This is an ice coffin, and when the cold air of the ice coffin meets the hot air of the torch, it will produce dripping water."

"But, but, that Yasha God is bleeding..." The female disciple was still very scared, hid at the end, and pointed to the statue of Yasha God in front of the sarcophagus.

"That's not blood, it's dripping water!" The male disciple flicked the torch, and he saw it clearly. The closer the torch was, the faster the bleeding would be from the broken neck of the miserable man's head.

But if you look carefully, you can still tell clearly that the so-called blood drops are not real blood drops, but condensed water produced by the cold air and heat, flowing down the statue of Yasha God, mixed with old and peeling blood. It was the dark red vermilion lacquer that formed the red water droplets.

It seemed that the red water drop really looked like a coquettish scarlet blood drop.

After figuring out the truth, everyone became more courageous. Someone went up and wiped it, and it was confirmed that it was the condensed water droplets. The eerie atmosphere in the Buddhist hall seemed to be much lighter. Even the The two female disciples were no longer afraid.

"Come on, everyone!"

A male disciple shook the torch and said: "Master is pressing outside, let's open the lid of this sarcophagus together!"

Several people surrounded the coffin lid with ropes, and then worked together. Two people in front struggled to carry the rope, and the others pushed the coffin lid vigorously behind. Only the dull sound of kerala was heard. The coffin lid was finally slowly removed.

"Don't be afraid, I'll come and see!" As soon as the coffin lid was removed, dense white mist rose from the coffin, and everyone backed away, but the male disciple who lit the torch was more courageous and strode away stepped forward.

Inside the sarcophagus lay the corpse of a monk whose body was frozen by a thick layer of ice. Through the crystal clear layer of ice, one could still see clearly. The monk was wearing a red cassock with a lifelike face, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully. , lying quietly among the ice cubes, I don't know how many years have passed.

And this sarcophagus with a frozen corpse is also strange. The bottom plate of the sarcophagus is not all solid, and there are four black holes dug out on the four corners. White icy cold air emerged from these four black holes.

"I understand. No wonder this sarcophagus can freeze corpses and keep them alive for thousands of years."

"The mystery lies in the four black holes at the four corners of the floor."

The man with the torch pointed to the black holes emitting icy cold mist and said: "If my guess is correct, these four black holes lead all the way to the underground cold caves. There are extremely cold ice caves everywhere under the Mara Mountains. There are also strange ice springs that can keep flowing at extremely low temperatures. If these four black holes are connected to underground ice springs or ice caves, then the cold air will rise up, and the corpse will naturally be kept frozen, reaching a thousand-year incorruption. Effect."

Everyone nodded in unison, expressing that "Senior brother is talented and knowledgeable", and at this moment, perhaps due to the heat flow brought by a few torches, the ice began to melt, and the frozen monk's body in the coffin was slowly covered by the ice layer. Slowly accelerate the melting.

"Look!" At this moment, a person pointed to the frozen monk's body, and said in horror: "The monk's cheeks seemed to move just now!"

(End of this chapter)