Huixin didn't have much reaction to Xiaogan's sudden disappearance into the soil. He signaled the monks to continue digging.
Only Xiaoran knew that as the Laba Festival approached, Huixin had become more and more extreme. Seeing this, he hurriedly jumped into the pothole.
Then he grabbed the shovel and started digging. The other monks did not dare to neglect.
The atmosphere in the Buddhist hall was like walking on thin ice. Although the warm Buddha light shone on the monks, everyone felt like there was a sharp sword floating above their heads that could fall down at any time.
Qin Bai adjusted the rice fishing rod again, and this time the hook lived up to his expectations and landed directly on the statue of Guanyin.
He used all his strength to retract the fishing line, only to feel that the weight was as high as a thousand kilograms. Even if he used all his strength, he could not retract it quickly.
"Want to help?" Zhiqiu Yiye couldn't help but lowered his voice and asked.
Qin Bai glanced at him and said, "Okay, how about you help me tie the fishing line to the Guanyin statue?"
"Well, let's forget it then." Zhiqiu Yiye said with a smile.
Qin Bai let out a low shout and unleashed his wrought iron magical power. He swelled to over three meters, and his strength also increased a lot. Under such circumstances, the speed of retracting the fishing line began to become faster.
Zuo Qianhu's eyes narrowed. The man's technique in front of him didn't look like Taoism, let alone ordinary martial arts. It always felt like it was somewhere in between, very mysterious.
Qin Bai quickly closed the line, and the people in Guanyin Hall who sent his son were naturally aware of it.
At first, it was not too obvious because the soil was being dug faster than the Buddha statue was sinking. But as the Buddha statue sank into the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, the monks began to hang around.
They grabbed the Buddha statue and tried to stop it, but due to the magical power of fishing, they themselves fell into the mud.
"Step aside."
Huixin said coldly, and the monk in the pit quickly climbed out, and then the Buddha's light emitted from his palm enveloped the Guanyin statue.
Under his Buddha light, the Guanyin statue was pulled back bit by bit and gradually emerged from the ground.
Qin Bai felt a huge force suddenly appear on the fishing rod, and the rock under him shattered into several pieces.
Just like a tug of war, when the opponent's strength exceeds his, the balance begins to tilt to the other side.
This time he no longer held back his hands, his body transformed into a giant of just over five meters, and the force exerted on the fishing rod suddenly increased.
Changes occurred in various Buddhist halls in Hanshan Temple, and a large amount of Buddha's light converged on Huixin. With the help of external forces, he was in a stalemate with Qin Bai.
During the game between the two, the entire Guanyin Hall began to shake. Rubbles fell from above everyone's heads, gradually tending to collapse.
What frightened the monks the most was not that the Buddhist temple was about to be destroyed, but that the Avalokitesvara statue made the sound of an egg shell breaking under the influence of two forces.
Small cracks appeared on the surface of the Buddha statue, and cockroaches all over the floor became active and crawled around.
Qin Bai did not realize that the Buddha statue was about to be destroyed. He only felt that his usually invincible power had been deflated. After such a long time, he could only recover less than half a meter of fishing line.
Seeing that the situation was deadlocked, Zuo Qianhu reached out and grabbed the fishing rod to help.
Qin Bai was so focused that he didn't react. The two of them grabbed the fishing rod at the same time, and their fishing powers actually lost their effect.
Immediately, the fishhook fell off the Guanyin statue, and Qin Bai felt a light touch in his hand and almost fell to the ground.
He hurriedly regained his balance, and when his fishing magic came into play again, the weight of the object on the fishhook became much lighter, so he guessed that something had happened to the Buddha statue.
Qin Bai simply retracted the fishhook quickly, then turned to look at Zhiqiu Yiye.
The latter took a few steps back and said with vigilance on his face: "Qin Bai, what do you want to do?"
"We can't let all our efforts go to waste. Brother Xueyou, I can only trouble you to make a trip."
"You know how to trick me. You have just recovered a little bit of your true energy." Just as Zhiqiu Yiye was about to refuse, Qin Bai had already put the retrieved fishhook into his hand.
"Go ahead. If nothing else, the demon has already escaped from the Buddha statue. If you don't have a chance, withdraw in time."
After Qin Bai finished speaking, he added: "The time is set at half an hour. If you don't come back, I will fish you back with a fishing rod."
"No, I'll try to be as fast as possible." Zhiqiu Yiye felt pain just thinking about the fishhook piercing his body.
He grabbed the fishhook and escaped underground, heading towards Hanshan Temple.
Zuo Qianhu placed his right hand on the handle of the knife and looked towards the temple on the top of the mountain. Whether it was an illusion or not, he could vaguely detect the lingering aura of a demon.
In the Buddhist hall, only a clicking sound was heard, and the entire Guanyin statue split into two halves.
The Buddha statue is covered with a thick layer of flesh and blood, which emits a sweet smell when exposed to the air.
The monk's expression was astonished, and they felt their whole bodies trembling unconsciously. The gap in the Buddha statue was extremely dark, and then a pair of eyes full of malice lit up.
Accompanied by a tide of cockroaches flapping their wings, weird laughter sounded.
Huixin's face was livid, and he stared at the darkness at the broken part of the statue.
The monks gradually lost their minds under the influence of the demon's laughter. They knelt on the ground and chanted Buddhist scriptures. Several sounds were mixed together, making it very confusing.
Xiaoran barely stayed awake. He took a few steps forward to try to suppress the demon, but Huixin stopped him with his hands.
Under the eyes of the two people, the demon emerged from the Buddha statue.
Its appearance has long been transformed into a human form. The demon is wearing white Buddhist robes and holds a Zen finger in both hands. Except for its head, it is almost identical to the real Guanyin.
The demon's head still had the appearance of a cockroach, so weird that Xiaoran's scalp went numb.
The cockroach demon tilted his head and looked at the two people. The sound he made when he opened his mouth was also reciting Buddhist scriptures, but his tone was extremely weird, and it seemed that even the content of the scriptures had been misinterpreted.
Xiaoran turned to look at Huixin, but saw that the other person's expression became fanatical, and he kept murmuring: "The Buddha is alive, the Buddha is alive..."
"What's going on..." He took a few steps back, feeling his mind go blank.
"First of all, haven't demons been suppressed in the Buddha statues throughout the ages? Why..."
Huixin glanced at Xiaoran without explaining anything. He quietly admired the cockroach demon in front of him.
Then he shook the bell in his hand. After the cockroach demon heard the sound, his unruffled eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light, and the chanting of scriptures in his mouth turned into a hissing threat.
The belly of the monks in the temple swelled like a balloon, and then they couldn't help but retching, and a large number of cockroaches spewed out of their mouths.
Zhiqiu Yiye was hiding in the corner. He felt goosebumps all over his body and couldn't help but curse in his heart.
"What are these bald donkeys doing? They trapped a demon in a Buddha statue, and they even claim that the Buddha is alive and they are not afraid of being struck by lightning."
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