Almost all of us held our breath, slowly gathered together, and then stepped back step by step. Lao Cao's method was indeed a bit useful. If we didn't do it, this bastard would not attack on it. However, it was not a big deal to continue like this. Sooner or later, the other party would have to take action. It would be possible to turn the black snake whip and the talisman fire into stones. It would be easy to turn the black snake whip and the other person into stones.

Just after retreating behind the fire, the flame frozen in an instant and turned into a stone. The shape was still a sucking flame, which made our scalp completely numb.

Suddenly, the petrified flames returned to their original state, burning with noise. This strange situation made everyone stunned. The green eyes outside the window seemed a little anxious and kept blinking.

"There are people behind me!" I had a sense of intuition that there seemed to be more people behind me, so I shouted and everyone looked back.

I saw a middle-aged lama sitting cross-legged on the ground, lowering his eyebrows and eyes, swaying his prayer drum, and chanting Buddhist scriptures softly in his mouth. He used Tibetan language, and we couldn't understand a word. But we immediately understood that it was the Lama's chanting of scriptures that restored the flames to burn.

We all took a breath. Is this lama human or ghost? Why did he appear behind him quietly? I looked at his face carefully and said that he was a dead ghost. His face was as pale as paper and his lips were purple and black. He might have learned the Dharma deeply before his death. After his death, he accumulated a soft and kind light in his eyes. He could have seen that he was a dead ghost, but he did not feel any terrifying.

As the lama chanted the scriptures in a low voice, the green eyes outside the window disappeared, and the entire dilapidated temple returned to its previous peace and tranquility. We breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and wanted to thank the big lama. Unexpectedly, countless green eyes suddenly flashed outside the window, shining brightly, which made us stunned and almost fainted.

The lama raised his head and looked very calm and composed in the face of the dense evil eyes outside. He stopped chanting the scriptures, turned around and pointed to the corner of the northeast wall and said, "There is a secret passage here, which can temporarily allow you to survive the danger tonight."

We nodded, not sure if we were scared or respectful to this ghost lama, and it was difficult to express it in words. No one spoke and went straight to the corner of the northeast wall. There was only pile of feces here, and there was no secret passage at all. Just as we were about to turn around and ask, with a "click", a stone where the feces were located moved aside, revealing a three-foot-meter-a-round hole.

There were stone steps under the entrance of the cave. We looked back again and nodded gratefully to the lama, and then looked out the window. The green eyes kept blinking like stars in the sky. The doors, windows and flames had already turned into stones. It was our turn next. We hurriedly ran down the stone steps, and the stone slab closed again with a "crack".

Below is a cave room of more than ten square meters. The four walls are painted Buddha statues, and even the top of the cave is full of clean. Only when we see this scene can we truly feel relieved that with Buddha statues and Dharma protectors, those dead things will definitely not be invaded.

There was only one table and one stone in the cave room, and nothing else was left. There was an oil lamp on the table, and there was actually a lamp oil inside. In order to save the power of the flashlight, Lao Cao lit the oil lamp and let the small hob extinguish the flashlight. The six of us were still in shock at this time, and sat down against the wall to breathe. The situation just now was so dangerous that it could turn into a stone at any time. It was not scary to turn into a stone. The dead girl would find a way to resurrect us, but if those dead things destroyed the hall and smashed us a few, he could only go to the underworld to have tea.

After resting for a while, I couldn't hear anything above. It was very safe here, and the remaining worry was eliminated.

Lao Cao shook his head and seemed to be a little confused. He told us that he was already on the mountain where the stone demon lives at this moment. These resentments must be related to it. How much resentment does it have? Can it harm people after being suppressed? If it is released, no one in the world can suppress it any longer except the Ghost King.

Xiao Roller curled his lips and said, "You underestimate my old man too much. If you really dare to come out, my old man will be the first to destroy him."

Old Cao rolled his eyes and didn't say anything. I knew what he was thinking, but Nie Min was not convinced: "Play less, if your old man is really capable, he will be killed by someone?" After saying this, she regretted it and hurriedly covered her mouth.

Xiao Ludao was so angry that he was speechless, but he was used to quarrel with Nie Min, so he didn't care about it too much.

Lao Cao said, "Don't argue with you two, keep your energy to climb the mountain tomorrow."

Xiao Ying looked at the oil lamp on the table quietly, thinking about something, and I asked her what she was thinking about. The girl smiled and said, "She was thinking about the important part of the Buddhist temple. What was the purpose of building a basement underneath. I blunt my mouth into the stone bed and said of course it was for sleeping people. After saying this, I realized that there was something wrong. It should be for people to sleep, not for people. If it was for people, then the lamas here would be impure."

Xiao Ying didn't hear it, and told me that of course he was sleeping, but the lama didn't have to be so mysterious. He had to live in the basement and had only one bed. I blinked and felt embarrassed to say in front of everyone, since he was sleeping, then one bed was enough. She was studying this with me here, attracting everyone's attention, and listening.

The little hoist had the same idea as me, and immediately said: "This is obviously a place where you know lovers, lamas and women..."

Xiao Ying interrupted him and said, "Don't blaspheme the lama. If it weren't for him just now, we would have finished."

The little hob sticks out his tongue and shuts down.

Lao Cao looked at the table and the stone bed and said, "This basement should be for hiding, and there was more than one lama in the temple before, and I guess they didn't prepare it for themselves."

His words inspired his buddies and tilted their heads and said, "The Buddha statues were painted in four murals to protect the living room. This high-standard grade must have been a lama before. I feel that they have a great background. Hiding in His Highness Buddha, it seems that they are not just hiding from evil spirits, but also hiding from the enemy's pursuit."

When the little hoist heard this, he immediately became energetic and jumped up from the ground and said, "If someone with a great background has lived here, the oil lamp used is worth a lot of money." He walked up to him and picked up the oil lamp and took it carefully. It was made of bronze. It had a special shape. It was a small bowl-like lamp plate on top and a bulb of lamp slaves curled up below. It looked very strange. He couldn't recognize what it was.

The bronze oil lamp has a copper rust appearance and looks very old. Even if it can't recognize any shape, it will definitely be a good price if it is taken back and sold.

"You won't be moved by this anymore, are you?" Xiao Ying asked staring at him.

"I... just look." The boy reluctantly put it down, and anyone could see that he was absolutely moved. However, we were saved by the lama, and if we had ideas about the things here, we would not be anything.
Chapter completed!