Arriving at the main hall of the temple, a wisp of gloomy wind blew by.
In a trance, there was a faint sound of chanting sutras, which kept echoing in Wang Ye's ears.
As Wang Ye went deeper, the voice became louder and louder.
Feeling the weirdness of the temple, Wang Ye quickened his pace and came to the Buddha statue in the main hall.
The Buddha statue is covered with golden light, exuding supreme majesty.
The right hand holds the Buddha's seal, but the left hand is broken.
As for the broken half of the arm, Wang Ye did not find it in the main hall.
Through the fracture, it can be vaguely seen that there seems to be flesh and blood surging inside. Originally, the Buddha statue should be compassionate and friendly.
But the expression of this Buddha statue is a bit gloomy, and there is a sense of resentment in his eyes.
"Sure enough, none of the addresses given by the post office were normal."
Wang Ye calmed down and looked at the old bronze incense burner placed on the temple table. Next to the incense burner were three long incense sticks.
Following the post office's task instructions, Wang Ye placed the letter on the temple table, then picked up a long incense stick and lit it.
The faint smell of corpse spreads in the air as the incense is lit.
The smoke emitted by the incense is also different from the normal cyan color, but has a faint blood red color.
at the same time...
Inside the temple, the wind became a little heavier.
On the old tree outside the courtyard, all the corpses opened their eyes at the same time, with a dark light emitting from their eyes, and their expressions were full of strangeness.
The old tree trembled silently, and blood kept pouring out of the trunk.
Corpses fell to the ground as the old trees trembled.
In the backyard, in a small room, there was a red coffin placed quietly.
As the incense was lit, there was a loud noise inside the coffin, the coffin shook violently, and a faint roar could be heard inside.
There were faint blood and tears flowing out of the Buddha's eyes.
The air became even colder at this moment.
Feeling the changes in the surrounding environment, Wang Ye gritted his teeth, silently took out the ghost knife from his waist, held it in his hand, stood in the center of the main hall, and looked around cautiously.
fragrant...
Burns very slowly.
The envelope began to spontaneously ignite along with the smoke emitted by the incense.
It just doesn't burn as fast.
"hey-hey."
A cold smile suddenly sounded in the main hall. A child monk wearing monk's robes, who looked to be only about 5 years old, stood at the door of the main hall, tilting his head and looking inside, smiling strangely.
The eyes in his eyes were long gone.
Blood dripped down his eyes.
Wang Ye clenched the Ghost Sword in his hand and looked at the child monk calmly without making any move.
No matter what weird things happen around him, he will not act as long as it does not disturb the burning of incense.
The child monk stood silently at the door, with no intention of stepping in.
At this time, more and more corpses of monks appeared at the door, but they seemed to be afraid of something and did not set foot.
"Are they all corpses on old trees?"
Wang Ye looked at these guys seriously with a cold expression.
At this time, there was a sound at the temple door, and a figure pushed open the temple door and walked in slowly.
The figure is wearing pure white mourning clothes, with stiff movements and empty eyes.
He also stopped outside the main hall door.
Different from the corpses of other monks, his empty eyes looked at Wang Ye faintly, and then he slowly knelt on the ground.
Bloody tears flowed down the figure's eyes.
He put his hands on the ground and lowered his head slightly.
The figure wants to kowtow to Wang Ye.
A huge sense of threat surged through Wang Ye's body, and his body instantly became cold.
Wear mourning clothes and cry in mourning!
Is this ghost trying to worship him to death?
Wang Ye's eyes were solemn, knowing that he could not delay it any longer.
Seeing that only about one-third of the incense had burned, he gritted his teeth and rushed out instantly before the figure's forehead touched the ground.
The ghost sword was raised high, flashing with a little cold light, and struck at the figure.
The figure seemed to have not seen Wang Ye's movements, and was still kowtowing to itself. As the Ghost Sword fell, the figure trembled slightly. His body was unscathed, but he fell to the ground under the huge force.
kowtow...
was terminated.
Feeling that the terrifying feeling of threat disappeared, Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
If he hesitated for two more seconds, he was sure he would become a corpse.
The threat of this ghost thing is too great!
Wang Ye has already considered using the ghost sword's dismemberment skill at this time.
The figure got up from the ground, supported his body, and knelt in front of Wang Ye again.
ghost...
Second kowtow.
As Wang Ye walked out of the main hall, the corpses of many monks rushed towards Wang Ye with cold glints in their eyes.
Wisps of light flickered from their bodies.
This is the unique golden light of the Buddha...
"Damn it!"
Wang Ye cursed secretly, flashing continuously in the crowd. The bodies of many monks were like steel plates, not caring about Wang Ye's impact.
And that ghost, on its second bow, is about to land.
Wang Ye's clothes were torn, and blood slowly flowed out from his forehead.
Using all his strength, Wang Ye rushed out of the group of monk corpses and kicked the kowtow ghost in the head.
The kowtow ghost staggered and fell to the ground again.
But as if he had a strong obsession, he stood up stiffly and knelt again.
Bloody tears flowed down his empty eyes, more than before, and the crying was a little louder.
Ghost...the third worship!
Wang Ye clearly felt that the threat this time was stronger. Even as soon as the ghost knelt down, all the bones in his body made violent sounds.
"Would you rather die than die?"
Bearing the severe pain in his body and the group of monk corpses rushing towards him again, Wang Ye's eyes flashed with a cold light.
Then, he slowly raised the ghost sword in his hand.
The blade was filled with blood-red light, and wisps of blood flowed into the blade along Wang Ye's arm.
Wang Ye's body became a little dry from its original crystal clear appearance, and wrinkles appeared faintly on his skin.
Thick blood energy emanates from the ghost sword.
Under the huge energy, Wang Ye struck hard at the kowtow ghost.
The body of the kowtow ghost is divided into two parts starting from the head.
But the body was struggling strangely, and the two halves of the body kept twisting and seemed to be put back together again.
When Wang Ye saw this scene, he hurried forward, picked up half of the body, and threw it out with all his strength. The body was thrown far outside the temple.
The other monks had already rushed in front of Wang Ye.
"I can't see, it's so dark."
The child monk who lost his eyes said quietly that the direction of his attack was Wang Ye's pupils.
After Wang Ye got rid of the kowtow ghost, he had no intention of fighting. Seeing other figures coming in outside the temple gate, he quickly retreated into the main hall.
As Wang Ye retreated, many monks stopped at the door of the main hall again, looking at Wang Ye quietly.
"The bodies of these Buddhist guys are too hard!"
Wang Ye cursed secretly, but looked at the figure walking in outside the temple door.
