"Young Master, why is this scripture placed here like this?" Zhuge Jiawei was a little puzzled, but soon, he was quick and smart and thought of a possibility, and exclaimed:
"Young Master, after the accident happened in the temple, is there no one left?"
Zhuge Xiaobai nodded and said with a smile:
“There are no real living people in Daolian Secret Realm.
The so-called human being is nothing more than a spirit.
Think a little more.
No one is just one of them, and the second is that the culprit of the accident is still in the ancient temple, or the strong man who came to rescue the ancient temple from the crisis is still trapped here.
No one took away this Buddhist scripture. "
Zhuge Xiaobai looked thoughtful again, as if he had thought of something.
Zhuge Jiawei looked around, feeling a little scared.
When he saw the Taoist sealing talisman outside the ancient temple, he thought that the ancient temple simply encountered changes and was saved by the Taoist sect.
The seal left behind is just a trace of this accident, but the Buddhist people should still be there, otherwise where did the incense of this ancient temple come from?
But now I think carefully about the journey along the way. Although the incense burner in the main hall was burning incense, there was no trace of any monks in the main hall. Neither the master nor the servant heard the chanting. The whole ancient temple was lifeless.
Now seeing the gap between this scripture and the unrepaired wing, it all told him that no one had existed in the ancient temple for a long time.
"Take this Buddhist scripture."
Zhuge Xiaobai handed the Buddhist scriptures to Zhuge Jiawei. The Buddhist scriptures could sense and automatically emit golden light, indicating that the Buddha nature still existed in the Buddhist scriptures and had the effect of warding off evil and calming the mind.
Zhuge Jia didn't take the Buddhist scripture handed over by the young master. He held it in his arms and felt a warm breath, and the fear in his heart faded a lot.
The master and servant walked out of this wing and walked to the next wing.
Zhuge Xiaobai opened the door of the next room, and a cold breath hit his face. The room still had the same furnishings as the first wing, except that the Buddhist scriptures were missing from the table.
He was not surprised. He already had a general idea of the situation inside the ancient temple before he stepped into it.
After all, no matter what Zhuge Xiaobai said, it was still somewhat related to the word intelligence, right?
The reason why he wanted to take Zhuge Jiawei to walk unhurriedly was because he wanted Zhuge Jiawei to experience more, to experience the differences in this secret world of Daolian, to experience things he had never seen or felt before, and to grow Some experiences are like traveling around the world before.
Zhuge Jia didn't rush into the room, looked up and down, and found that this wing was not much different from the previous one, except that there was no big gap in the wall and there were no scriptures on the table.
And there are no more monks.
He was very curious. Could it be that all the monks were eaten by monsters and there was no residue left? So there are no traces?
Nearly half of the entire temple has been walked down, and no traces of struggle, blood, etc. have been found. The large gap in the first wing does not seem to have appeared due to force, but more like it has been in disrepair. Naturally, Collapsed.
In such a big temple, all the monks packed up their belongings and left overnight? Then why are there still incense in the temple? Can you still smell the scent of incense candles?
Zhuge Jia didn't understand. He knew that the young master Zhuge Xiaobai must know, but the young master didn't say it clearly, so he had to find the truth for himself.
Holding the Buddhist scriptures in his arms, he walked out of the second room, and then went to the next room, opening each room one by one. The layout and furnishings in the room were exactly the same as before, not much different.
Until he pushed open the seventh wing, the furnishing layout was completely different from before.
I saw that there were no beds, stools, tables or chairs in the seventh wing, only a large wooden bucket, like a bathtub.
Without holding the Buddhist scriptures in his arms, Zhuge Jia cautiously walked toward the tub. When he got closer, he immediately stepped back a few steps, his heart pounding.
The large wooden barrel was filled with piles of wood carvings. These wood carvings contained stumps, broken arms, and heads.
Although it is a wooden sculpture and not a real person, it is still particularly eye-catching in the dimly lit night.
