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The group did not flinch because of the old monk standing in front of the door.

They walked to the gate of the temple and stood in front of the old monk.

The old monk has been gently twisting the beads in his hand.

As he turned, he stared at the visitors for a moment.After looking around at everyone, his eyes stopped on the newcomer Ni Ning.

Liu Xu also followed his gaze and looked over.

Looking at them, he saw that Ni Ning did not follow closely behind them, but deliberately kept a considerable distance, standing not far away, covering his ears, with one eye open and the other closed. , looking at the temple vigilantly and uneasily, looking uncomfortable.

Everyone knew why, so in a tacit understanding, no one asked him to care about him.

The old monk's gaze stayed on him for a moment, then he also took it back.

He lowered his eyes, said nothing, stretched out his palms back to the temple, and made a "please" gesture.

After silently motioning everyone to enter, the old monk lifted his feet and walked into the monastery.

Several people followed him in.

Shen Anxing stepped over the threshold and entered the temple, before entering, he turned his head again.

He saw the newcomer Ni Ning standing at the door with his ears covered and one eye closed, showing no intention of coming in.

Ni Ning's expression was twitching for unknown reasons, as if he was suffering from something.

When Shen Anxing stopped, Liu Xu who was walking with his arms also stopped.

He followed Shen Anxing's eyes and saw this scene.

Although he understood why Ni Ning refused to come in, but because of the psychological reason that made him think that he was hiding well, Liu Xu asked him: "Aren't you going to come in?"

The newcomer moved his mouth when he heard the sound, as if he wanted to answer.But as soon as he opened his mouth, his shoulders shook suddenly, as if he was frightened by something, he suddenly shrank his shoulders, took two steps back, and shook his head at them with great difficulty.

His hands covering his ears visibly tightened.

...Looking at him like this, the Hong Ning Buddha in this temple is still very powerful.

A ghost standing outside the temple could be injured like this by the holy light of Lord Buddha.

"Really." Liu Xu responded pretending not to notice, and said, "Then you wait for us outside."

After saying this, he dragged Shen An to walk.

They took a few steps forward quickly, and quickly followed the old monk's pace.

After entering the temple, it is the temple with the main entrance wide open.

The road leading to the temple is a road of stone steps. There is no cement or bricks on both sides of the road, and it is a piece of bare land.And in the corner of the courtyard on the left is the huge dead tree they saw just outside the courtyard.

The old monk led them into the temple without saying a word.

——Having said that, the old monk did not enter the temple.

After reaching the door, he stopped, turned around, twirled the prayer beads in one hand and raised the other, bowed slightly towards them, and finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

The old monk first chanted "Amitabha", and then he straightened up, stretched out his palms towards the temple, made a "please" gesture, and said: "Everyone, please."

Several people were not polite to this NPC at all, and walked in one after another.

As soon as they walked into the temple, they were all shocked by the sight in front of them—in the innermost part of the temple, a huge stone Buddha statue towering above heaven and earth stood in it.

The Buddha statue is spread flat with one hand and erected with the other.In the flattened palms, there are stone-carved water waves rising.

There is a little red blood on the forehead of the Buddha statue, his eyes are narrowed, and the corners of his mouth are pursed into a chuckle.

Although there were cracks on the body of this stone Buddha statue, the coercion brought by its huge figure could not be described in pale words. Just standing there, there was a suffocating sense of solemnity.

But I don't know if it's an illusion, but the smile of this Buddha statue doesn't make people feel at ease or in awe. On the contrary, when I look at it, a sense of fear slowly dissipates in my heart.

At first glance at the Buddha statue's smile, I don't think there is anything wrong with it, but once I look at it for a long time, the smile will become strange for no reason.

It's frighteningly weird.

Liu Xu looked at this Buddha statue and felt terrified, but he had the consciousness to overcome his fear of ghosts, so he pursed his lips and tried to suppress the fear in his heart tremblingly.

At this moment, the old monk suddenly chanted another sentence in a hoarse voice behind them: "Amitabha."

Several people looked back again.

The old monk just stepped over the threshold and entered the temple.

He twirled the beads and bowed slightly towards the four of them.

After another greeting, the old monk raised his head, looked at the Buddha statue, and said, "This Buddha is the 'Hongning Buddha' that people in the village have worshiped for generations."

"Hong Ning Buddha is a Buddha who protects peace and wealth. But it was not like this before... A long time ago, people living in this village prayed to Hong Ning Buddha for safety and harvest, but the harvest of crops is linked to wealth after all. So later everyone simply asked for money, and just begged like this, and Hong Ning Buddha became a Buddha who ensures safety and wealth."

"The poor monk grew up in this temple and practiced purely towards Hongning Buddha since he was a child. During this period, I also saw villagers coming here to offer offerings every day."

"They knelt before the Buddha to pray for peace, fortune, good crops, and even marriage, children, health, and academic success."

"...For those villagers, the Buddha is the Buddha. It doesn't matter what it is. It doesn't matter. The Buddha is for the salvation of all living beings, so everything should be taken care of."

When the old monk said this, he let out a long sigh of disappointment.

He lowered his head, as if thinking of something, his brows suddenly frowned, the hand holding the prayer beads stopped, raised his palm, and said aloud: "Amitabha, sin, sin..."

The four of them watched him fold their palms together and recite the Buddha's name, and felt miraculously at ease.

——It is completely different from the feeling when looking at the Buddha statue.

Liu Xu experienced this wonderful change of mood, and sensed that there seemed to be something wrong, so he frowned, and secretly glanced sideways at the Buddha statue.

With just one glance, he was again terrified by the strange smile of the Buddha statue.

Liu Xu quickly looked away.

It happened that the old monk spoke again at this time: "The poor monk knows that everyone must have come here for the affairs of that village."

"In the village, it's a taboo. But not in this monastery."

While talking, the old monk raised his head, looked at the towering Buddha statue in the temple, and said, "This incident happened 13 years ago."

"13 years ago... there was a plague in this village."

"This plague spreads extremely fast and is extremely terrifying. It spread to many people, and within half a month, half of the people in the village died."

"A lot of people came to the temple, and they were scrambling to donate everything in their family to the Buddha, begging the Buddha to protect their family from death."

"But the Buddha is not a miracle doctor, and there is no way to change people's fate against the sky. Even if the poor monk persuades from the side, the villagers have obsessions. The poor monk is alone, and there is really no way to stop it-so, many people in the village still die one after another. .”

"Then, the villagers were so angry that they rushed to the door together to accuse Hong Ningfo."

"That's when someone said that—"

When the old monk said this, he lowered his head again, lowered his eyelids, and said this heavy sentence softly.

"'Could it be that Hong Ningfo was angry, and this serious illness came to our village'?"

As soon as these words came out, the old monk suddenly stopped and did not continue.

The consequences of these words seem to be quite severe. The old monk with a calm face seemed to have remembered something, and an unspeakable pain appeared on his face.

He took a deep breath and calmed down before continuing, "Because of this sentence... the people in the village started to act."

"After a night of discussion, the villagers set up a fire in front of the temple."

"...They chose a family with only one mother and one daughter. They snatched the child from the lonely female benefactor, carried the doll to the front of the temple, and threw her into the fire."

"The poor monk will never forget that scene in his life."

The old monk raised his head again, looked at the Buddha statue, seemed to be muttering, and seemed to be speaking to them, the voice just fell into the air in an ethereal way——

"It was just dawn at that time. The villagers knelt in front of the fire, kowtowed to Hongning Buddha, and begged the Buddha to calm his anger, let his family members go, and save their own family members."

"The baby girl fell into the fire and cried miserably. A group of people pressed her mother, who cried so heartbreakingly and had red eyes, and refused to let her save the baby."

"The screams and prayers to Buddha all happened in front of the temple."

The old monk looked at the Buddha statue and murmured all this.

His eyes are calm, but if you look carefully, you can see a slight sadness flowing in them - when a feeling reaches its extreme, it will become so thin.

He said: "The poor monk was powerless to stop it, and the beginning of everything happened under the watchful eyes of the gods and Buddhas."

"When it was all over, there was only ashes left."

"The mother went there to dig up the hot ashes and call the child's name... Maybe she wanted to find something about the child."

"But everything was gone in the fire, and she couldn't find anything."

"She turned her head and looked at the poor monk."

"There are eight sufferings in the world: birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, resentment and resentment, not getting what you want... The poor monk can't count the number of sufferings in that mother."

"The poor monk thought that she would question me and scold me, and vent everything on the poor monk...but she didn't."

"Surprisingly, she was very calm."

"She knelt on the ground, holding a handful of ashes in her hands, and asked me with red eyes, would Hong Ningfo fulfill their wish."

"The poor monk said, no."

"She asked, why?"

Speaking of this, the old monk turned his attention to these four people.

With calm eyes, he slowly said what he had said in the past.

"Because they are not worshiping Buddha."

The old monk twirled the beads in his hands, raised his palms, lowered his eyelids and closed them, and said to them in a deep voice in the darkness——

"What they worship is their own ignorance."