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I even had a strange suspicion.

Is this temple real?

The remaining fire in the stove was not extinguished, and the stone kang became warm.

When my fingers touched the surface of the stone kang, I could clearly feel the rough texture of the stone and the warmth of the fire.

The cave is small and crude, but clean and smellless.

The scent of rabbit meat still lingers in the air.

The mountain breeze filtered in through the small window, bringing a bit of coolness.

All details are clearly visible.

How could it be an illusion?

I stood up and squinted my eyes.

Recite the mantra silently in your mind.

Eyes of heaven, open.

But when I opened my eyes, everything was pitch black.

It was as if there were invisible hands covering my eyes.

But I gave up my clairvoyance and looked at the temple with my own naked eyes, and everything was normal and clearly visible.

Lord Buddha appears?

But the first word that jumped out of my mind was evil.

Maybe it's a gut feeling.

It’s not surprising that there are temples in the mountains, and it’s not unique to this small temple that the temple is built on a cliff.

But the strange thing is that a hare bumped into the temple guarding monk.

The monk guarding the temple took me, a stranger, into the temple without asking any questions.

The hare was obviously being chased, so it crashed into me in a panic.

And he fainted as soon as he hit him. How can a wild rabbit be so fragile?

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an arranged coincidence.

But when it comes, make peace with it.

I also want to see what kind of medicine the temple guardian monk sells in his gourd.

After moving my body for a while, I was not polite, fell down on the warm stone bed and fell asleep.

The low sound of chanting sutras, like a lullaby, just helps me fall asleep.

Time passes slowly.

The mountains become increasingly empty at night.

The remaining fire in the stove was completely extinguished, and the sound of chanting sutras stopped unknown.

The temple was quiet.

The wind outside was whining, as if there were countless innocent souls wailing.

The temple became gloomy and cold at some point.

I opened my eyes in total darkness.

Although I can't see it, I can feel that I am the only one on the earthen bed.

Don't sleep without any reason?

I turn on the flashlight.

A cold white light lit up.

As expected, I was the only one in the cave.

In front is the Buddhist altar.

The tall silhouette of the faceless Buddha looked extremely terrifying in the dim light.

"Wuwang?"

I slid down the cold earthen bed and shined the flashlight forward.

No one answered.

I wrapped my clothes tightly and walked forward cautiously.

When I got close to the tall Buddha statue, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

Originally facing the temple gate and back to the faceless Buddha in the back cave, the direction actually changed.

He turned to face me and turned his back to the temple door.

That face without facial features seemed to be looking down at me from a high position.

Is there an agency?

Nothing to do?

But when I lay down, I didn't really fall asleep, but kept paying attention to the movement in the cave.

Why should such a large stone-carved Buddha statue make some noise when it rotates?

But actually, I didn't hear any movement at all.

"Wuwang?"

I frowned and shouted a few more times.

The only response I received was the whistling of the wind.

I carefully walked around the Buddha statue and came to the front of the temple.

The evergreen lamp was dimly lit.

The big lights swayed left and right, and the Buddhist altar flickered on and off.

The wooden fish was placed aside, with wear marks already appearing on it due to long periods of beating.

The front of the Buddhist altar is empty.

The temple door was ajar, and the cold night wind came in through the gap.

"Wuwu is out?"

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

I pushed the door open.

Creaking——

The cold wind blew directly into my face and into my collar.

My whole body was cold.

The big ever-burning lantern was blown by the wind and suddenly became shorter.

I quickly went out and closed the door.

Through the crack in the door, I felt relieved when I saw the lights come on again.

Turning around, there is a cliff a few meters ahead.

Surrounded by endless mountains, they are like ancient giant beasts, inhabiting the vast sky.

A sense of human insignificance arises spontaneously.

The wind blew past my ears, and the light of the flashlight swept around.

Weeds swayed in the wind.

Still no shadow of Wuwu.

Weird and strange.

It was too dangerous to climb the narrow stone stairs without handrails on such a dark day.

After all, I am not an indestructible person. If I fall off a cliff, I will die.

Relatively speaking, the faceless Buddha is only a little uncomfortable.

Don’t do bad things, don’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door.

I, Li Yunfeng, am an upright person. Even Buddha cannot be unreasonable and harm others indiscriminately, right?

Thinking about it this way, I feel confident.

Open the door and return to the temple.

The ever-burning lamp flickered suddenly, and the big flame became smaller, and it was about to go out.

I quickly closed the door and ran over to pull out some of the wick with my fingers.

The dim light slowly brightened.

But the wick is not enough, and it will not burn for long. If it is not added in time, the ever-burning lamp will be completely extinguished.

I searched for a while on the Buddhist altar and found no wick, only a bottle of sesame oil.

This kind of wick is made by rubbing hay. Wuwu probably makes it by himself.

I always feel that the ever-burning light goes out, which is not a good thing.

Then he returned to the back cave.

I remember there was some hay beside the stove, maybe it could be used.

I went over to pick up a few pieces of hay, my back felt cold, and the faceless Buddha seemed to be watching my every move.

"What are you looking at? What's there to see? I'm not doing anything shameful!"

I simply turned around and shined the flashlight directly on the empty face of the Faceless Buddha.

Under the flashlight light, the stone face without facial features revealed a strange gray color.

"You don't know that I'm making a bright lantern for you? Your monk guarding the temple has gone somewhere."

"If I don't think of a way, the light will go out."

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect.

After saying this, the face that was obviously without facial features actually became kind-hearted.

It seems that Lord Buddha can still tell the difference between good and evil.

I straightened my back.

Take the hay and return to the front of the altar.

Put the flashlight aside for lighting.

Twin a few hay sticks together and rub up the wick.

There isn't even a futon here, and I don't want to kneel, so I have to either sit on the ground or stand.

The ascetic monk who is full of innocence kneels on the ground with a pair of fleshy legs and chants sutras.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m too pious or because I’m self-absorbed.

After I managed to get a wick out, I replaced the wick that was about to burn out.

Added more sesame oil to it.

As I was pouring the oil, I felt something was wrong.

The oil tastes a bit strange.

There is a hint of fishy smell in the sandalwood.

How could a serious sesame oil have such a strange smell?

To make sure I heard it right.

I put down the oil can, turned my back, and took out a small bottle from the Qiankun bag.

I popped the cork off the bottle and leaned in to take a sniff.

The fishy smell is exactly the same as the fishy smell in the oil.

A slight chill ran up my spine.

I turned around.

He looked warily at the back of the Buddha statue under the dim light.

The tall figure was like a strange shadow.

What kind of Buddha is the Buddha worshiped with corpse oil?