There is only one Buddha statue in the temple, carved out of that dark gray rock, the highest point is seven or eight meters high, is a sitting image of Buddha Shakyamuni.

When I saw this Buddha statue, my first feeling was that it had nothing to do with the old religion, at least not the place where the old religion used to engage in sacrifice.

The old religions only respect those who lived in the old days of ancient times, and even if they had gentlemen and monks in their teaching, they also rejected their faith.

No longer believe in the grandfathers who gave themselves the Fa, but to believe in the old gods of the emptiness.

Because of this, where those who are connected with the old religion, most of them can see many broken statues, as if to show the heart of the old people.

But this place, I don't feel anything to do with the old religion, this is a temple, that's all.

The oil lamps that are lit in the hall are distributed in the corners of the walls on both sides of the temple.

It was supposed to be the oil lamp, and I could smell the oil burning.

But I don't understand, how these oil lamps are like lights?Is it all light?

The floor tiles, walls, and ceilings in the temple, at a glance, were all gray colors.

At first, I thought that the ground was white jade, but if you look closely, I found that the color of these floor tiles is some different from that of white jade, and the color should be darker, with an unspeakable death.

This temple is dead.

In the hall, before the Sakyamani sat like, there were eight small saplings growing there, which should be small saplings, not ordinary shrubs, which I can still distinguish.

The saplings are not small, and each plant is nearly one meter high.

They are very regular, southeast and northwest, each with two plants.

And the two are still close to each other, only half a meter away from each other.

Where those saplings grow, there are no floor tiles at all, directly connected to the ground.

I don't know why, of the eight saplings, only four are alive.

There are two saplings, each pair, only one is alive, the branches are lush, and there is an unspeakable green meaning.

Those leaves are carved like gemstones, and there are some reflective phenomena under the strong light of the flashlight, looking crystal clear.

Compared with these extremely active saplings, compared with the other saplings next to them, they withered and withered, the canopy was bare, and no leaves could be seen.

The branches and trunks appear a kind of rocky dark gray, and even covered with many rocky ravine-like cracks.

Four trees are dead, four trees are dead.

The old monk who moved the rosary was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the eight saplings, behind the sitting image of Shakyamuni, and the whole human body seemed to cover a shadow...

It was definitely an old man, as can be seen from the beard like a goat on his chin.

The monk is not young, at least he should be over 50 years old.

But in any case, even if I see him moving the rosary to recite the Buddha... I don’t think he’s a living person.

Just by looking at it, this monk is definitely not a living person.

Although he was wearing a gray robe, many of his skins were exposed, and those skins, including those exposed to his face, were black.

And it is still that kind of oil, like a black coated with a layer of black paint, looking reflective.

On top of this layer of black skin, there are also many small fingers of thick red lines.

Those striped lines were painted like paint, but... I looked closely, and the red lines seemed to glow.

At this time, the evil son did not rush into it, looked back at me, waiting for my next step instructions.

“This is a mistake...” I muttered, and I had an ominous feeling in my heart.

Looking at the inexplicable old monk, I only felt that the danger of being indeslable seemed to die in the next second.

From the beginning of my career to the present, the first one to give me this feeling is the Nine Wakkmons, the second... this is the monk.

I remember Wu Xian Buddha told me that among the six prophets of the old religion, the strongest and the first leader is the monk who cultivates Buddha.

Is it called a teacher?South itself?

Is this monk him?

Aren’t old people just believing in the old gods?

Just when my heart was pounding and I hesitated to escape, the old monk who was sitting on the floor, constantly moving the rosary, opened his mouth very suddenly.

“South without Amitabha...”

With his hands folded, he politely saluted me, his eyes were calm as a jar of stagnant water, but in the tone, there was still a curious smell.

“Lord, why did you come here?”

The voice he spoke was the voice of an old man, which sounded no different from a normal person, and even better than a normal person's voice, very gentle and kind.

Hearing this cold question, I faltered a little.

"Lost."I answered in a low voice, learning his appearance, his hands folded to him again, some nervously said: "Master, do you know what is the way out here?"

“The way out?”The old monk thought for a moment and shook his head: "In these five evil worlds, thousands of creatures are unable to solve it, they refuse to leave, and the way out is naturally sealed."

With this answer, I was indeed a little confused, full of foggy eyes at the old monk, only think that the old man is not... the brain is not normal?Or is my level too low to understand the Zen mind of the Buddha?

"Master, we have inadvertently disturbed you, I hope you don't mind . . ." I said, boldly and cautiously taking a step back.

Whether this old monk is an enemy or a friend is not important to me, all I need to do is to avoid all unknown risks.

Whether he is a living person or wrong, even the most basic of this I can't understand, let alone speculate on his strength...

The old monk has breath, there is also a taste of a living person in the body, the activity is quite enough, and the yin and yang in his body are also in a more balanced state.

It is no exaggeration to say.

If I don't look at his appearance, I just use the feeling and smell, and I will think that he is a living person, even a normal person than I am.

With such a strange monk, how much of my chance of winning, my intuition tells me that I am not optimistic.

When he has not yet shot, I first look for an opportunity to withdraw, and it is the right thing to seize the time to find another exit.

It’s too dangerous to hang out with him here.

“Lord, are you leaving?”The old monk asked me.

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm in a real hurry, so I'll say goodbye first, and wait until next time..." I laughed unnaturally and explained to him, "Wait until next time to listen to your Zen Buddhists."

"I don't have anything to say about Zen Buddhism, just a few questions, and I want to ask the giver."

The old monk said, with his hands folded, and politely ate at me, the curiosity in his eyes had long since dispersed, and instead, it was a kind of look similar to a beast.

Cruelty, madness, and venomous, all kinds of negative human emotions can be found in the eyes of this old monk.

"You ask."I nodded and took two more steps back.

The evil son saw me stepping back, and it did not come forward, but followed me back.

But it has a brain, knowing that my safety is more important than it, so it has always stood in front of me.

“You have the smell of magic, are you all one with these people?”The old monk asked me.

“These people?”

I looked at the old monk with some surprise: “What do you mean?”

“Those who have forsaken Buddha Dao.”The old monk said.

Seeing his eyes becoming more and more dangerous, I raised my hand and said that I was innocent, and explained loudly: "I am not a gang!

“Why do you have a demonic breath?”

The old monk looked at me suspiciously, and without waiting for me to answer, he nodded again and slowly stood up.

Perhaps there was no activity for a long time, and this jerked a station, which suddenly attracted those bones in the body and clicked.

"You're lying to me, like those people."

The old monk clasped his hands together and sighed bitterly.

“The sea is endless, and the back is the shore.”

“Lord, you are not allowed to cross, or I will come to you.”