I feed on gods.

Chapter 14 The Three Dilemmas Before the Buddha
In the main hall, the light was dim, and there was an eerie atmosphere.

The big dark Buddha is so conspicuous, everyone has seen it, and a few timid tourists are still wondering whether to kneel down and kowtow to this big Buddha three times first.

"Go forward!"

"bow down!"

"Worship Buddha!"

The big dark Buddha, which looked like it was cast in brass, spoke concisely, with an undeniable domineering voice.

The tourists were agitated and didn't know what to do.

"Bai Ci, do you want to kowtow first?"

The old aunt was afraid: "Anyway, it's just a kowtow, and there will be no loss of meat!"

"Let's hit one first!"

Sima Mu also agreed.

"Ouba, the rule pollution should start, but I don't know what the lethal effect is?"

Jin Yingzhen felt that the giant Buddha's aura was so terrifying that it couldn't be solved by kowtowing.

When there are too many people, there will be a herd mentality.

More than 800 tourists are watching each other.

Kowtow is not a problem, the main fear is that if you kowtow first, there will be accidents.

Seeing that no one moved, the Buddha snorted coldly.

A ball of sparks spewed out from its two thick nostrils, and then flew away, falling down like fireflies in midsummer.

【hide! 】

When Lin Baici heard this, he hurried to the corner.

"Back off!"

Lin Baici reminded Jin Yingzhen and the others that there was no need for him to shout, everyone instinctively dodged these sparks.

Sparks fell one after another, accelerated suddenly, and flew to the head of the nearest person.

boom!
Between their brows, a small flame ignited.

"what is this?"

"It's a little hot!"

"What should we do now?"

The tourists marked by sparks panicked.

"Don't procrastinate, you might die, hurry up and kowtow to the Buddha!"

A middle-aged man with short hair growled anxiously.

There was no spark between his brows. He said that he wanted these people to go on the road first, and if it was thunderous, these people would step on it first.

When the tourists heard this, they didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurried to the Buddha, knelt down, and began to kowtow.

"Buddha bless!"

"My Buddha is merciful!"

"I'm a good person, I've never done anything bad in my life, please let me go?"

Tourists kowtowed, prayed, and quite a few promised to offer incense.

The Buddha rested his cheek on his palm, looked at these people expressionlessly, and suddenly showed a ferocious smile.

"Those who don't respect Buddha will die!"

As the word 'death' fell, those tourists with sparks in front of their brows ushered in the end.

The spark exploded with a snap, igniting their hair, making them burn like candles, and the fire was so fast that it engulfed the whole body in an instant.

boom!boom!boom!
There were so many "torches" in the hall at once, dispelling a lot of darkness, but the surviving tourists felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and it was even colder.

The old aunt and Hua Yueyu hugged Lin Baici's arm,
Shivering.

The 75 unlucky people who were ignited screamed, wailed, and called for help...

They ran around like headless chickens, but they only persisted for more than ten seconds before falling to the ground and being burned to death.

The body was charcoal-like, smoking, and the air smelled of charred meat.

vomit!vomit!
Many people vomited out.

"Go forward!"

"bow down!"

"Worship Buddha!"

The Dark Buddha spoke again.

This time, everyone didn't dare to be negligent. Except for two or three kittens who were still standing, everyone else knelt down and kowtowed to the Buddha.

"Bai Ci, kneel down!"

Seeing that Lin Baici was not kneeling, the old aunt hurriedly gave him a hand.

"Brother Lin, don't worry about face, survival is the most important thing."

Brother Gu urged.

Don't care if it's useful or not, let's talk about it first.

The tourists bowed their heads and surrendered, but the big Buddha was not satisfied, it snorted again, and a ball of sparks spewed out of its nasal cavity.

Everyone has seen the horror of this thing, swishing, dodging anxiously, and some people pushing each other, trying to squeeze into the crowd, using others as human shields.

The speed of the sparks is very fast, and the flight trajectory is irregular, so it is difficult to hide.

It's purely luck.

Another sixty or so unlucky ones were attached to the eyebrows by this spark.

"Lin...Brother Lin!"

The photographer brother cried.

He was unlucky, and there was a spark, burning in front of his brow.

"Kowtowing is not enough, we must quickly find the correct way to worship the Buddha!"

Lin Baici analyzed, and by the way, asked God of Death in his heart, what should we do?
It's just that the mysterious voice didn't reply.

"It seems that I can only rely on myself!"

Lin Baici began to save himself and called on everyone: "Everyone, don't waste your time here, and quickly search the hall carefully to see if there are any clues!"

In the Daxiong Hall, apart from the big dark Buddha enshrined on the Buddhist altar in front, there are eighteen small 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 frames, on which are placed a row of unlit bronze oil lamps.

The main hall is covered with cyan stone slabs, smooth as a mirror, engraved with scriptures, and the dome is too high to see clearly.

On the surrounding walls, colorful murals are carved.

There is a great Buddha descending to the world to save all living beings;

There are devout men and women praying, chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha;

There is incense in its heyday, my Buddha is ever bright...

On these murals, even an inconspicuous weed is carved lifelike, and the expression of every believer is lifelike.

"There is nothing in this hall!"

Many people couldn't find a clue and were desperate.

Lin Baici looked around, and then returned to the mural on the left wall.

A group of good men and women, sitting on futons, chanting scriptures and paying homage to Buddha.

"Do you want to chant scriptures?"

Hua Yueyu also noticed this, her eyes lit up.

"Is anyone able to recite scriptures? Hurry up and recite a few passages!"

Middle-aged man with short hair shouts.

"I... I will!"

An old man stepped forward. He was old, in poor health, and sick. In order to live a few more years, he began to believe in Buddhism.

A statue of Avalokitesvara is enshrined in his home, and he recites a scripture every day.

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

Short-haired middle-aged man urging.

The old man knelt down, put his palms together, muttered and began to chant sutras.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, they all looked at him.

The Dark Buddha listens.

"It seems to be useful?"

The tourists perked up.

The old man took a peek at the dark Buddha, thinking that he had passed the test, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the Buddha spoke.

"The wild dogs are barking and making noise!"

The Buddha's face was full of impatience, he raised his left hand, and pressed it in the air!
A black Buddha's palm condensed by light suddenly appeared at a position more than ten meters above the old man's head, and it 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 mass of flesh and blood smeared on the blue stone slab.

The old man is dead, and there are no bones left!
Seeing this scene, many people felt their scalps go numb, can't chanting sutras work?
The big black Buddha glanced around.

Those tourists with sparks between their eyebrows were panicked and kowtowed harder, and two of them even mutilated themselves to show their devotion to Buddha.

But unfortunately, it didn't work.

boom!boom!boom!
A spark exploded, igniting them.

"Yueyu..."

The photographer brother looked at Hua Yueyu reluctantly. He knew he was going to die and wanted to confess, but he didn't finish his sentence, and his whole body was set on fire.

"Brother Gu!"

Hua Yueyu was in a bad mood. Brother Gu worked hard, had superb photography skills, and didn't smoke or drink. He was a good man and a good partner, but he died in such a place unexpectedly.

"Go forward!"

"bow down!"

"Worship Buddha!"

The Buddha spoke, his voice indifferent.

"You asked us to worship the Buddha, but you told us what to do?"

Someone yelled, outraged.

The Buddha ignored him, but snorted coldly again, and sparks spewed out of his nostrils.

Swish!
The tourists backed away in a hurry, and now everyone knew that if they got involved with this thing, they would definitely die.

The 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, beauty or ugliness, just luck.

A spark flashed in front of Hua Yueyu, and landed in front of Jin Yingzhen's eyebrows.

"Oppa..."

Jin Ying really panicked.

"do not give up!"

Encouraged by Lin Baici, his eyes wandered over the murals, and at the same time, he recalled everything that happened after the bell rang and the Buddha let everyone enter the hall to worship the Buddha.

"The way of worshiping Buddha, bowing down, copying scriptures, offering incense, offering tribute, chanting... chanting?"

Lin Baici had a flash of inspiration.

chanting,

It must be a way of worshiping the Buddha, but the Buddha is not satisfied, is it because he can't understand?
Lin Baici lowered his head, looked at the scriptures in an unknown ethnic language on the bluestone floor, and remembered the chanting sound from the beginning of the Daxiong Hall.

Neither is Chinese.

"Yingzhen, follow me to read a scripture next!"

Lin Baici quickly opened the backpack, took out the black altar bowl, muttered 'drink porridge' 'drink porridge' twice, and took out the vanilla futon.

Hua Yueyu looked very surprised when she saw this scene. Normally, she would definitely ask what it is, but now that everyone is dying, she has no thoughts at all: "Bai Ci, chanting is useless!"

"uncertain!"

Lin Baici walked towards the Buddha: "Hurry up!"

Jin Yingzhen quickly followed.

Lin Baici put down the herb futon, asked Jin Yingzhen to kneel on it, and then he began to chant sutras.

Thank you for listening!
Let him listen to it once, and he memorized that passage.

Jin Yingzhen listened to Lin Baici read a sentence, and she repeated it, because kneeling on the futon has the blessing of recitation, so Jin Yingzhen's current memory is super good.

Some tourists walked around in the hall without giving up looking for clues, while a few of them fell flat with broken jars.

They watched Jin Yingzhen chanting sutras and felt that her efforts were wasted.

The old man has already proved with his life that chanting is useless.

"I'd rather be burned to death than be photographed as a pile of rotten meat!"

The old aunt muttered.

Soon, people realized that something was wrong. The Buddha didn't kill anyone, but when he was listening to the oval-faced girl chanting sutras, the foreboding look on his face also melted away.

5 minutes passed.

After Jin Yingzhen finished reading, he looked at the Buddha with a worried face.

"Go back!"

The Buddha waved his hand, and the spark between Jin Yingzhen's eyebrows exploded with a pop, and then disappeared.

"Survived! Survived!"

Jin Yingzhen jumped up excitedly, hugged Lin Baici like a koala, and kissed him hard.

"Ouba, you are my superman!"

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Jin Yingzhen was full of gratitude to Lin Baici.

He saved me again!

"Is it okay to chant scriptures?"

"Then why was the old man killed?"

"It seems that the scriptures are different!"

The tourists chatted and gathered around Lin Baici, wanting to inquire about it.

Everyone can see it.

This girl, who looks like a member of a Korean girl group, can survive entirely because of this big boy.

(End of this chapter)