Nan Ming's mind wandered, and his eyes fell from the side of her face to the hand she was holding tightly on his.
The hands are small, soft, but a little cold.
He secretly took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to hold the catkin in his big palm.
"Auntie, please don't make such a fuss, okay? Besides, if there really are black bears, wild boars, and tigers, I have a gun and a thousand receivers, so what are you afraid of?" The little guy didn't care.
"Haha, you are the best." Feng Weihuan felt tired.
"Princess, there is no movement in the cave now, so it's okay to come." Nanming advised.
"Look, uncle also said it's okay."
Feng Weihuan silently rolled his eyes at the little guy, then realized that he was still holding Nan Ming's hand, and quickly let go: "I'm sorry, Mr. Nan, I was in a hurry."
"I'm very touched that the princess still wanted to help me at this critical moment." Nan Ming said with a smile.
"Sir, you are afraid of wolves before you and tigers behind you, and you are as timid as a mouse. If nothing happens, let's go to the cave and have a look. Maybe there are treasures and martial arts secrets!" the little guy interjected.
Feng Weihuan was speechless: "Who told you all this?" Anyway, she never said it.
The little guy blinked at her: "Auntie, that's what's written in your storybook!"
Feng Weihuan was speechless: "..." She forgot that the little guy already knew a lot of words.
"Let's go, let's go." The little guy couldn't wait.
"Go and have a look." Nan Ming smiled.
Two to one, then go and take a look. There are self-defense weapons on the left and right. Feng Weihuan didn't bother to persuade him anymore.
"I'll walk in front." Nanming followed Xiao Mushroom's example and found a thick branch as a crutch. Seeing Feng Weihuan, he was about to speak. His gentle tone was tinged with persistence that could not be rejected: "I am a man."
The little guy tugged on Feng Weihuan's sleeve and followed Feng Weihuan in what he thought was a low voice: "A man's self-esteem cannot be beaten."
He also thoughtfully took out the fire fold and gave it to Feng Weihuan.
Feng Weihuan twitched his lips: Haha.
Nanming pulled away the withered vines at the entrance of the cave and entered the cave pretending to be cautious.
The little guy grabbed Feng Weihuan and followed closely behind him.
The entrance of the cave is not big, but the inside of the cave is very spacious. Feng Weihuan used the light of the fire to look around: "This cave is not naturally formed, it is dug manually."
"Well, Princess, look there."
Feng Weihuan looked in the direction of Nanming's finger and saw some incomplete clay statues piled in a mess on the ground.
When I got closer and took a closer look, I realized that although none of these clay statues were complete, the craftsmen's craftsmanship could be seen from the fragments of the stumps. If the clay statues were intact, they would all be high-quality products. But -
"What kind of Bodhisattvas are these? I don't know any of them." Feng Weihuan wondered. Her mother-in-law believed in Buddhism, and she followed her mother to worship Buddha since she was a child. Therefore, she knew all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
"These clay statues are old. They should have been shaped according to Buddhist scriptures a long time ago." Nanming guessed.
"No matter how old the year is, the characteristics of the Bodhisattva will not change..." Feng Weihuan frowned, and a bold guess came to his mind: "Unless -"
Evil Buddha privately worshiped by the people.
But Shanhui Temple is the largest Buddhist temple in the imperial capital. How could there be an evil Buddha nearby?
