The light was too dim and Xia Shang was not sure, so he asked tentatively.
In front of the ruined temple, the dark figure stood motionless, like a stone. After a while, he turned slightly back, glanced at Xia Shang, and then nodded.
The Shi Xin at this moment was a little different from the one he had seen the day before yesterday. It could be seen that he was weaker and a little gloomy at the same time.
"Master Shi Xin, why are you here? Are you seeking refuge here too?"
Xia Shang asked again, but Shi Xin didn't make any move. He just knelt down quietly and quickly became one with the night.
Perhaps because Shi Xin's appearance was a bit unexpected, the women in the group were a little afraid of him, so they walked aside and walked to the gate of the ruined temple.
At this time, the old voice inside came again: "Dear donors and nobles, don't ask any more questions, just go to the temple and rest."
Xia Shang glanced at Shi Xin again, and then walked to the door.
Xia Shang retreated from the temple door, and there was a stronger smell of stone powder inside, which made people feel very uncomfortable. The ground was covered with a thick layer of stone powder ash, which made a rustling sound when his feet stepped on it.
Fortunately, the lights inside the ruined temple were bright, and everything inside could be seen clearly.
The inside of the ruined temple is very simple. Except for the Maitreya Buddha enshrined in the middle, which is relatively clean and tidy, everything else in the ruined temple looks dusty and dusty everywhere.
The bed and table are both made of stone, and there is only one in the corner, which obviously cannot accommodate so many people.
There are many murals on the four walls of the ruined temple, and there are also some framed freehand landscapes hanging in some places, which look out of place with the whole room.
The place where the lights in the entire room converge is not the Maitreya Buddha in the center, but the ground in another corner.
There was an old monk there, curled up, with his back to everyone, his head lowered, concentrating on something.
If Xia Shang could wipe it, he should be carving stone.
Is it just the identity of this old monk?
It seems that this old monk is obsessed with stone carvings, but it is rumored that the abbot of Thousand Buddhas Temple is called Stone Buddha and has thousands of Buddha statues. Why did he not always feel obedient as the outside world said when he met him before? And that
The abbot called the old monk inside his brother...
"Today we begged the master for mercy, and the kindness is beyond words. But I don't know the name of the master, so we can write it down."
When Xia Shang was confused, Mr. Dongyue had already stepped forward to ask.
The old monk made no movement or answer. He looked like a stone just like the stone heart outside.
Mr. Dongyue shook his head with a wry smile and returned to the seat of Maitreya Buddha in the center of the temple.
"What a big rack!" Nishang muttered in a low voice, and got closer together with the others.
Everyone wanted to take a look and see what the old monk was doing and what he looked like.
When I walked up to the old monk, I found that he was really focusing on a stone sculpture. However, the stone sculpture in his hand was still just an embryo. It was still unclear what he was carving.
The old monk's face was already full of wrinkles, his eyes were squinted, and his eyes were invisible. He was just a confused old man. But his hands were very steady, and he held the tool and fell on the stone sculpture without moving at all, regardless of the eyes of the people around him.
Still knocking on the stone carvings.
This old monk was full of weirdness. Nishang felt it was strange after just one glance, so he hurriedly retreated with the maid. Soon Li Zijin also left.
Only Xia Shang stayed there, looked at it for a while, and then asked: "Why is Master Shi Xin kneeling outside?"
After hearing this, the old monk listened and looked back at Xia Shang leisurely, but said nothing.
I don't know if he is mute, but he doesn't seem to like talking to others.
Xia Shang also felt bored, so he turned back to the window and opened it, just in time to see Shi Xin kneeling outside.
No wonder I haven't seen Shi Xin in the past two days. It turns out that he has been kneeling here. What mistake did he make?
Standing in front of the window, Xia Shang's mind was filled with thoughts, and he felt a little crazy.
In a blink of an eye, I don’t know how long it took, but I instinctively felt that the hairs on my body stood up, and an invisible pressure came from the darkness outside the window.
Xia Shang's heart tightened, and he quickly calmed down. He saw something darker in the darkness outside the window, and it seemed to be approaching at an extremely fast speed.
"Be careful!" Sophia beside him suddenly shouted.
Xia Shang didn't see clearly what was going on outside, but he subconsciously retreated behind the people.
Xia Shang had just taken three steps when he heard a bang, and a big hole was blown out of the wall of the ruined temple!
An extremely heavy object fell into the ruined temple and stuck on the ground, just one step away from Xia Shang. The impact was so powerful that Xia Shang was instantly thrown backwards and fell to the ground and rolled a long way.
But fortunately, Xia Shang retreated in time, otherwise this thing would have been directly inserted into Xia Shang.
With such a big movement, everyone in the ruined temple became highly nervous and retreated to the old monk in unison.
But the old monk was still carving without any abnormalities, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
"It must be the thief here again!"
"Master please take action!"
"Amitabha……"
The old monk only said this and made no move. Mr. Dongyue was so angry that he blew his beard and thought, "How long has it been since this happened? I'll give it back to Amitabha!"
Xia Shang fell into disgrace and stood up from the ground. When he saw that the old monk was motionless, his heart tightened and he was ready to launch the pocket crossbow arrows he carried with him.
But when he saw the things stuck on the ground in the ruined temple, he couldn't help but be shocked!
It was a giant sword, a giant sword as black as ink, a giant sword that Xia Shang was very familiar with!
This is……
At this moment, a dark figure suddenly flashed into the ruined temple. He stepped on the hilt of the sword with his feet, jumped down, and pulled out the sword smoothly.
Xia Shang was stunned, feeling that the black figure seemed different from the person in his memory. This person was obviously much taller than Fusheng. Although he was still thin, he did not look like a child in Fusheng.
The black figure ignored Xia Shang at all and rushed over with his sword in hand.
Everyone exclaimed in unison, narrowing their eyes in fear.
But the black shadow did not rush forward, the old monk did not move, and there was another person in front of them.
It's Master Shi Xin outside the ruined temple.
"Amitabha... How can evil spirits and heretics be allowed to run wild in this peaceful place of Buddhism?"
After speaking, Shi Xin waved his palm, and a majestic energy instantly formed a hurricane, sweeping up the sand and dust throughout the ruined temple into a small sandblast.
Everyone couldn't open their eyes, lowered their heads and hugged each other. Then they heard the sound of fighting getting farther and farther away until they disappeared.
There was too much sand here, and the fight between the two was accompanied by strong winds. The sand and dust kept sweeping through the air, and everyone could only lower their heads and crawl on the ground.
I don't know how long it took, until the dust subsided, and then I slowly opened my eyes.
There was no trace of the thief in the ruined temple.
There was only a hole in the wall and a deep mark where a giant sword had been inserted.
Master Shi Xin knelt on the ground outside again. Everything was so peaceful, as if nothing had happened. (To be continued)