In the main hall, the light is dim and there is an eerie atmosphere.
The Dark Buddha is so conspicuous, and everyone has seen it. A few timid tourists are still thinking about whether to kneel down and kowtow to the Buddha three times.
"Come forward!"
"bow down!"
"Praise to the Buddha!"
The dark giant Buddha that looked like it was made of brass spoke, his words were concise and to the point, and his voice was undeniably domineering.
The tourists were in a commotion and didn't know what to do.
"Bai Ci, do you want to kowtow first?"
The old aunt was afraid: "It's just kowtow, and you won't lose any meat!"
“Let’s knock one first!”
Sima Mu also agreed.
"Oppa, the rule pollution should have started, but I don't know what the fatal effect is?"
Jin Yingzhen felt that the aura of this giant Buddha was so terrifying that it could not be solved by just kowtow.
When there are many people, there will be a herd mentality.
More than 800 tourists were all looking at each other.
It is not a problem to kowtow, the main thing is that I am afraid that something will happen if I kowtow first.
The Buddha snorted coldly when he saw no one was moving.
A ball of sparks spurted out from its two large nostrils, then flew away, falling down like fireflies in midsummer.
【hide!】
When Lin Baici heard this, he quickly moved to the corner.
"Back off!"
Lin Baici reminded Jin Yingzhen and the others that in fact, he did not need to shout, everyone instinctively avoided these sparks.
Sparks fell one after another, suddenly accelerated, and flew onto the head of the nearest person.
boom!
In front of their eyebrows, a small flame lit up.
"What's this?"
“It’s a bit hot!”
"What should we do now?"
The tourists marked by sparks were panicked.
"Stop delaying, you may die, hurry up and kowtow in front of the Buddha!"
A middle-aged man with short hair growled anxiously.
There was no spark between his eyebrows. He said this because he wanted these people to go first. If there was thunder, these people would be the first to step on it.
When the tourists heard this, they didn't dare to delay any longer. They quickly ran to the Buddha, knelt down and began to kowtow.
"Buddha bless!"
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
"I am a good person and have never done anything bad in my life. Can you please let me go?"
Visitors kowtowed and prayed, and many promised to offer incense.
The Buddha held his face with his palms and looked at these people expressionlessly, then suddenly showed a ferocious smile.
"Those who do not respect Buddha will die!"
As the word "death" fell, those tourists with a ball of sparks in front of their eyebrows ushered in the end.
The sparks exploded, igniting their hair and making them burn like candles. The fire spread very quickly and engulfed their entire bodies in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There were suddenly so many "torches" in the hall, which dispersed a lot of darkness. However, the surviving tourists felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, making it even colder.
The old aunt and Hua Yueyu hugged Lin Baici's arms,
Shivering.
The seventy-five unlucky ones who were set ablaze were screaming, wailing, and calling for help...
They ran around like headless flies, but they only lasted for more than ten seconds before they fell to the ground and were burned to death.
The corpse was in the shape of black charcoal, with charred smoke rising, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt barbecue.
Ugh! Ugh!
Many people vomited it out.
"Come forward!"
"bow down!"
"Praise to the Buddha!"
The Dark Buddha spoke again.
This time everyone did not dare to neglect. Except for two or three kittens who were still standing, everyone else knelt down and kowtowed to the Buddha.
"Bai Ci, kneel down quickly!"
When the old aunt saw that Lin Baici did not kneel down, she quickly gave him a hand.
"Brother Lin, don't worry about face, your life is important."
Brother Gu urged.
Don't worry about whether it's useful or not, just do it first and then talk about it.
The tourists bowed their heads, but the Buddha was not satisfied. It snorted again, and a ball of sparks spurted out from its nose.
Everyone has seen the horror of this thing. It swung and dodged anxiously. Some people pushed each other, trying to squeeze into the crowd and use others as human shields.
The speed of the sparks is very fast, and the flight path is irregular, making it difficult to avoid.
It just depends on luck.
Sixty more unlucky people were caught in the middle of their eyebrows by this spark.
"Lin...Brother Lin!"
The photography guy cried.
He was unlucky, and there was a spark burning in front of his eyebrows.
"Kowtowing is not enough, we must quickly find the correct way to worship Buddha!"
Lin Baici analyzed and asked the God in his heart, what should we do?
But the mysterious voice didn't reply.
"It seems I can only rely on myself!"
Lin Baici began to save himself and called on everyone: "Don't waste time here, please search the hall carefully to see if there are any clues!"
In the main hall, in addition to the dark Buddha enshrined on the altar in front, there are eighteen small Buddha altars on the left and right sides of it.
If Lin Baici guessed correctly, it should be the location of the eighteen Arhat monks who rushed out just now.
Behind the Buddhist altars on both sides, there is a row of purple-lacquered wooden stands, with a row of unlit bronze oil lamps placed on them.
The main hall is paved with blue stone slabs, as smooth as a mirror, with scriptures engraved on them. The dome is too high to see clearly.
The surrounding walls are carved with colorful murals.
There is a great Buddha descending to earth to save all sentient beings;
There are good men and women who pray devoutly, chant sutras and worship Buddha;
When the incense is in full bloom, my Buddha will always be bright...
On these murals, even an inconspicuous weed is carved lifelike, and the expressions of every believer are lifelike.
"There is nothing in this hall!"
Many people couldn't find any clues and were desperate.
Lin Baici looked around and returned to the mural on the left wall.
A group of good men and women were sitting on futons, chanting sutras and worshiping the Buddha.
"Do you want to recite sutras?"
Hua Yueyu also noticed this and his eyes lit up.
"Does anyone know how to recite sutras? Recite a few verses quickly!"
The short-haired middle-aged man yelled.
"I...I will!"
An old man stood up. He was old, in poor health, and sick. In order to live a few more years, he began to believe in Buddhism.
He enshrines a statue of Guanyin in his home and recites a sutra every day.
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up!"
The short-haired middle-aged man urged.
The old man knelt down, clasped his hands together, and began to mutter sutras.
Everyone didn't dare to breathe, and they all looked at him.
The Dark Buddha listens.
"It seems useful?"
The tourists were refreshed.
The old man took a sneak glance at the Dark Buddha, thinking he had passed the test, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the Buddha spoke.
"The wild dogs are barking and noisy!"
The Buddha looked impatient, raised his left hand, and pressed into the air!
A black Buddha palm condensed by light suddenly appeared more than ten meters above the old man's head, and was quickly photographed.
boom!
Dust was flying, and blood and flesh were scattered everywhere.
When the black Buddha's palm disappeared, there was only a ball of flesh and blood smeared on the blue stone slab.
The old man is dead and there are no bones left!
Many people's scalps went numb when they saw this scene. Can't they even chant sutras?
The big black Buddha glances around.
Those tourists who had sparks between their eyebrows were frightened and kowtowed harder, and two of them even mutilated themselves to show their devotion to the Buddha.
But unfortunately, it's useless.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Sparks exploded, igniting them.
"Yueyu..."
The photographer looked at Hua Yueyu reluctantly. He knew he was going to die and wanted to confess, but before he could finish his words, his whole body was set on fire.
"Brother Gu!"
Hua Yueyu was in a bad mood. Brother Gu worked hard and had superb photography skills. He didn't smoke or drink. He was a good man and a good partner. He didn't expect to die in a place like this.
"Come forward!"
"bow down!"
"Praise to the Buddha!"
The Buddha spoke with a cold voice.
"You asked us to worship Buddha, but you told us what to do?"
Someone yelled, indignantly.
The Buddha didn't pay attention to him, but snorted coldly again, spraying a ball of sparks from his nose.
Whoosh!
The tourists hurriedly backed away. Now everyone knows that if you get caught with this stuff, you will definitely die.
Sparks exploded, like a meteor shower, falling in front of some people's eyebrows.
At this moment, there is no distinction between high and low, rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, it only depends on luck.
A spark flashed in front of Hua Yueyu and landed in front of Jin Yingzhen's eyebrows.
"Oppa..."
Jin Ying was really panicked.
"do not give up!"
Lin Baici encouraged, his eyes wandering over the murals, while recalling everything that happened after the bell rang and the Buddha asked everyone to enter the hall to worship the Buddha.
"The way to worship the Buddha is to kneel down, copy scriptures, burn incense, offer tributes, chant sutras...chant sutras?"
Lin Baici suddenly had an idea.
chanting sutras,
It must be a way to worship the Buddha, but the Buddha is not satisfied. Is it because he does not understand?
Lin Baici lowered his head and looked at the scriptures on the bluestone floor in an unknown ethnic language, and then recalled the chanting sound that sounded at the beginning of the Main Hall.
None of them are Chinese.
"Yingzhen, you will read a scripture after me next!"
Lin Baici quickly opened his backpack, took out the black alms bowl, muttered "drink porridge" and "drink porridge" twice, and took out the vanilla futon.
When Hua Yueyu saw this scene, she looked very surprised. Normally, she would have asked what it was, but now that people are dying, she had no idea at all: "Bai Ci, chanting sutras is useless!"
"uncertain!"
Lin Baici walked towards the Buddha: "Hurry up!"
Jin Yingzhen quickly followed.
Lin Baici placed the vanilla futon and asked Jin Yingzhen to kneel on it, and then he began to chant.
Thank you for listening to it!
Let him listen to it once and he will remember that passage.
Jin Yingzhen listened to Lin Bai recite a sentence, and she repeated it. Because she had the blessing of being able to recite it by ear while kneeling on the futon, Jin Yingzhen's current memory is very good.
Some tourists walked around the hall and did not give up looking for clues, while a few broke their jars and fell flat.
They watched Jin Yingzhen chanting sutras and felt that her efforts were in vain.
That old man has proved with his life that chanting sutras is useless.
"I would rather be burned to death than be photographed into a puddle of rotten flesh!"
The old aunt whispered.
Soon, people discovered that something was wrong. The Buddha did not kill anyone. It was listening to the oval-faced girl chanting sutras, and the serious expression on its face also melted away.
Five minutes have passed.
After Jin Yingzhen finished reciting, he looked at the Buddha with a worried look.
"Back off!"
The Buddha waved his hand, and the sparks between Jin Yingzhen's eyebrows popped and then disappeared.
"Survived! Survived!"
Jin Yingzhen jumped up excitedly, like a koala, hugged Lin Baici and kissed him hard.
"Oppa, you are my superman!"
Jin Yingzhen spent the rest of his life full of gratitude to Lin Baici.
He saved me again!
"Is it okay to chant sutras?"
"Then why was the old man killed?"
"It seems that the scriptures recited are different!"
The tourists were talking a lot and gathered around Lin Baici, wanting to find out more.
Everyone can see it.
This girl, who looks like a member of a Korean girl group, can survive entirely because of this big boy.