Global Adventure: The Strongest Anchorman in History

I never thought that a small anchor's fans would be so powerful.

Li Shuai became the target of public criticism.

His "never act without authorization" was suspected of interfering with his personal freedom.

As a result, the entire archaeological team was criticized.

Finally, the official had to apologize.

They said that they said impulsive words because of their emotional excitement.

Ye Xing didn't know what happened in the outside world.

He walked closer to the Buddhist temple.

The moment he stepped over the threshold, the stench in the air disappeared without a trace.

"Sure enough, it is a solemn and holy place, even the stench is not allowed to come in."

Ye Xing teased in his heart.

The space inside is slightly smaller than expected.

Although the miasma created by the stinking konjac can prevent the entry of organisms, it cannot prevent the invasion of nature.

The walls around were mottled and cracked, with numerous murals of animals on them. Even after a thousand years, the colors were still dazzling.

When I got closer, I saw that the animals on the murals were standing on auspicious clouds and had golden light on their heads. They were all successful Buddhists. Unfortunately, the paintings were too abstract and Ye Xing didn't recognize any of them.

There were many objects in the temple originally, but most of them were swallowed up by time.

There were very few things left.

The most eye-catching thing was the gilded Buddha sitting on the Buddha platform in the hall!

Unlike other Buddhas with compassionate faces, the Buddha in front of me exuded a fearless aura.

It seemed to be painted with a layer of gold paint. Even after so many years, the color was still the same and the golden light was shining.

"I've never seen a Buddha like this."

Ye Xing shook his head and took two steps forward.

"This thing... is weird."

The closer he got, the more real Ye Xing felt it was.

This kind of thing really makes you feel that it is not a Buddha statue, but a real person.

The more you look at it, the weirder it feels.

It holds a vajra in its hand.

There is a Sanskrit word written on the vajra, which means "give me the power to defeat demons" when translated!

The tip of the vajra is not facing upwards, but facing downwards.

It pierced deep into the ground.

"The vajra is a Buddhist tool for defeating demons. Is this sand really a terrible thing?"

"The villain dies because of talking too much, and the villain dies because of his urge to do something."

Ye Xing resisted the urge to pull out the vajra to find out.

Tighten the backpack and prepare to find a way to leave here.

Staying here makes me feel palpitations, and my intuition tells Ye Xing that it is best to leave.

Ye Xing turned around, and when he walked out, his right shoulder sank.

A shriveled hand like a dead tree rested on it.

Ye Xing was frightened and swung his sword, but it hit nothing.

"What is playing tricks on you? Get out of here!"

'Amitabha~'

With a long sigh, a kind-looking old man appeared in front of Ye Xing.

"What the hell?!"

Ye Xing was really scared.

"Don't get me wrong, what you see now is my remaining consciousness."

"Spiritual body?"

Ye Xing calmed down and looked at the other party vigilantly.

Bald head, wearing a scarlet cassock, looks like a high monk.

"Shouldn't consciousness disappear long ago after death?"

Ye Xing didn't quite believe him.

"My body is not gone, my heart is not dead, and my consciousness is still there."

"What does this mean? What do you want to do?"

The man smiled slightly and pointed: "The golden Buddha you see is made of my flesh. The meaning of my existence is to protect the peace of the country."

"Unfortunately, my country has long been destroyed, and I have lost the meaning of protection."

The old man sighed again, chanted Amitabha, and said to Ye Xing: "As the saying goes, Buddha saves fate. I know you are in trouble, so I will use my last breath to help you out."

The old man put his hands together and said slowly: "This vajra contains my remaining magic power. As long as you carry it, things outside will retreat three points when they see you and dare not approach."

"Why should I believe you?"

Ye Xing's thoughts were a little confused.

"If you follow the Dharma, you will be saved. It is better to live once than to build a hundred Buddhist temples. Believe it or not, it is up to you."

"Amitabha, I will see the Tathagata in the West."

After saying that, the old man turned into a bubble and disappeared into the air.

"Why do you feel dizzy?"

Ye Xing shook his head.

Walked to the front of the golden Buddha and poked it gently with his sword.

The sword pierced into the Buddha's back, and the Buddha bleeds...