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The tall back of the Buddha statue is extremely gloomy.

This is simply an evil temple.

An evil Buddha!

I frowned, stepped back to the door, opened the door and prepared to leave.

A cold wind blew in.

The lights flickered.

The wooden fish placed on the Buddhist altar suddenly fell down.

The small wooden hammer rolled quietly under the altar table.

The wind didn't even blow out the lights, but could it blow the wooden fish to the ground?

Doubts arose in my mind.

Close the temple door.

In the dark mountains, the wind roared.

It seemed like there were resentful souls wailing everywhere.

I tightened my coat and pointed the flashlight at the stone stairs.

Next to the narrow and slippery stairs is a bottomless abyss.

"Wuwang——"

"Monk Wuwu——"

I shouted around.

The only answer I got was my own reply.

And the wind sound like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Where has Monk Wuwu gone?

It doesn't look like he wants to harm me.

Otherwise, why didn't he do it while I was sleeping?

Or go ahead and drug the rabbit meat.

What on earth did he do?

After thinking for a while, I returned to the temple.

It's too windy outside.

There is a cliff only three or four meters away from the temple gate.

It makes people feel very insecure.

People who are afraid of heights should understand this feeling.

In the temple, the Buddha statue is still sitting with his back to me.

The heavy figure exuded a strange aura in the darkness.

I went to see the wooden fish blown away by the wind.

The small hammer rolled under the altar table, and I knelt down to pick it up.

He stretched out his hand and was stunned for a moment.

There is a very thin gap between the ground and the Buddhist altar.

There was actually a bright light flashing in the gap.

There is an underground secret passage!

I reacted immediately.

It seems that Wuwu did not run out, but hid.

What the hell is he doing?

There must be an agency.

I have to figure out what Wuwu wants to do.

I looked around with my flashlight.

Finally, I found a round bump in the corner of the wall, which looked like a switch.

I pressed hard.

As expected, a narrow hole was revealed in the wall next to it.

I took out my black umbrella and got in.

Following the stairs in the cave, I turned off the flashlight and slowly went downwards with the help of the light coming from below.

I walked lightly, and when I was almost at the end of the stairs, I heard people muttering from below.

Below is a cave.

After walking down the last step, I looked around the corner.

The hole is not very big, only about twenty square meters in area.

It looks like it's many years old. Maybe it was originally used as a refuge?

The cave was empty, except for a bald man kneeling against a wall.

The monk's robe was in tatters.

It is without illusion.

There was an oil lamp placed in front of him, its dim yellow light shining faintly.

His back was turned to me, and I couldn't see his expression, but I could see that his posture was pious.

With his hands clasped together, his muttering voice seemed to be chanting sutras.

Just recite sutras. Why did you come to the cave?

Is it possible that the temple guardian monk has been mentally disturbed after being alone for a long time?

I observed Wuwu suspiciously.

Wuhua recited the sutra for a while, and then continued to kneel down to the wall.

He seems to be muttering something about "I'm guilty"

I squinted my eyes. There was nothing on the wall. What was he praying for?

But no matter what, if he doesn't attack me, I won't meddle in his business.

Wuwang knelt and worshiped for a while, then suddenly became quiet, looked at the wall quietly, and slowly turned his head.

"Donor, since you are here, don't hide your head and show your tail."

"I'm not afraid of disturbing you. I heard that you monks are the most particular about being quiet when doing their homework."

Now that I've been discovered, I have nothing to hide.

Walk over openly.

I looked specifically at the wall where he was kneeling and worshiping, and there was indeed nothing on it. There was no Buddha image carved on it.

"Donor, I am indeed doing my homework."

Wuwang was still kneeling facing the wall, but there was a string of rosary beads in his clasped hands.

The beads were not ordinary sandalwood beads, but gray-white and looked like bones.

Couldn't it be human bones?

And corpse oil

Is it possible that this monk

My brows twitched and I remained calm.

"The donor must be wondering why I am doing my homework here."

Wuwu is like asking and answering one's own questions.

"Because I have sinned so much that I have no face to see the Buddha." He sighed deeply, and the guilt in his eyes was genuine.

"How do you say this? I think you are very pious." I pretended to be surprised.

"No, I have too many false thoughts." Wuwang lowered his head and kept turning the rosary beads with his fingers.

"Master took me in and gave me the name Wuwu because he expected me to get rid of my delusions. It's a pity."

"I can't always control myself."

"Let his old man down"

The innocent expression looked gloomy in the dim candlelight.

"When you are alive, no one has any secular thoughts, so you have to practice."

As I said this, my hands were already on full alert.

"The donor's open-mindedness makes the young monk even more ashamed." Wuwang shook his head slightly, with a trace of sadness on his expression.

"The moment I saw the benefactor, I had been delusional for the rest of my life."

His words gave me a sense of danger.

I took a step back, put my hand on the handle of the knife, and said, "You kindly took me in and prevented me from sleeping in the mountains at night. You are obviously kind."

"No!"

Wuwang's voice was not loud, but his denial was categorical. He slowly stood up.

He turned around and looked at me with a strange expression.

"donor!"

"What are you going to do?" I frowned, holding the handle of the knife tightly in my hand.

"You should leave quickly!"

Wuwu's words were beyond my expectation.

"While I still have the last shred of sanity, before they come"

"This is a trap"

He said painfully.

It seemed like there was a force preventing him from telling me the truth.

"What trap? Who are they?" I frowned.

"It's too late." Wuwu's hands began to tremble, and a passion slowly emerged from his eyes.

"Go quickly."

Although I was confused, I no longer hesitated, turned around and ran away.

I ran along the stone stairs, but when I reached the entrance of the cave, my heart couldn't help but feel cold.

The entrance to the cave is sealed.

Is there anyone out there?

switch!

I turned on the flashlight and looked around for the switch.

But at this time, heavy footsteps came from behind.

Step by step, Wuwang slowly walked up from the darkness.

Like an evil god emerging from hell.

With the rosary hanging around his neck, he clasped his hands together, his expression neither sad nor happy.

"I'm sorry, donor."

I stopped and looked at him coldly: "Who are you?"

"Young monk has delusions," the monk replied calmly.

Delusion?

Does he have a split personality, or is he possessed by something?

"The donor is a smart person. If he can take the initiative to hand over his treasure to the young monk, the young monk will recite sutras for the donor day and night to achieve salvation."

"Then do I still have to thank you?" I sneered, "How do you see the beauty in my body?"

You should know that all my things are placed in the Qiankun bag. There is a lot of space inside, which can isolate the connection between the items and the world.

"Sin, sin, sin, the little monk likes rare treasures in the world the most. No matter how deep the donor hides them, the little monk can sense them immediately." The monk replied very frankly.

"Are you a human or a demon?"

"The little monk has delusional thoughts."

"Then who are they? What's the trap?"

The monk raised his head slightly.

"They are the incarnations of immortals."