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The flashlight flashed violently, and I subconsciously tightened my grip on the multi-function shovel.

The headless man sat firmly on the Buddhist altar, motionless.

I shined the flashlight again and took a closer look before I breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that it was not a person.

But a Buddha statue.

Only, the head is gone.

The size and proportion are the same as a real person. In a dim environment, at first glance, it looks like a headless person sitting on the Buddhist altar.

"Headless Buddha?" After being frightened, Chen Jingdong showed a hint of joy and stepped into the main hall.

"What is the headless Buddha?" I followed up and asked.

"Oh, look, this Buddha statue has no head. It's just a headless Buddha." Chen Jingdong approached the headless Buddha and shined his flashlight on it to examine it carefully.

The Buddhist altar in the main hall is very large, but there is only this headless Buddha statue.

The size and proportion of the Buddha statue are the same as those of a real person. Its appearance is very simple, and its body is stooped and thin. It is difficult to tell which Bodhisattva it is from mythology.

The inside is solid, and I don't know what kind of material it is filled with. It is dark, and the outer layer should be raw oil and tile ash.

It's just an ordinary statue material, but it has fallen off in many places and is mottled, making it look very desolate.

It is worth noting that the neck of the Buddha statue has neat cuts, as if it had been cut with a knife.

Someone cut off the Buddha's head forcibly?

Chen Jingdong stretched out his fingers and touched the fracture, showing a thoughtful expression, and then started groping around the headless Buddha.

"Is there something wrong with this Buddha statue?" I asked curiously.

"Maybe the secret passage mechanism is here." After Chen Jingdong finished groping, he held the headless Buddha and twisted it to the left and right.

But the strange thing is that this broken Buddha statue seems to weigh a thousand pounds. No matter how hard he tries, he can't move it.

"There must be a problem! Brother Li, come and help!" Chen Jingdong waved to me excitedly.

"Not very good. Is this considered blasphemy?" I looked confused. "Didn't those two monks say before that you shouldn't offend the Buddha by running around and talking nonsense?"

"Gods? No, brother! If there were gods in this world, there wouldn't be so many people suffering!"

Chen Jingdong looked funny.

"Don't believe those two monks. They are deliberately bluffing people to prevent us from discovering the secret passage leading outside."

"Do you still want to go out? Come and help!"

I waved my hand: "Forget it, I'm timid. This temple is quite evil and I don't want to mess with the things here."

Chen Jingdong stared at me gloomily, released his hold on the headless Buddha, and said coldly: "It's okay if you don't want to help, but if you really find an exit, don't blame us for not taking you!"

He jumped down from the Buddhist altar and began to look at the situation in the main hall.

The temple is very simple, full of dust and cobwebs, old and dilapidated, but only the incense burner in front of the headless Buddha is filled with burnt tribute incense.

The incense burner was full of incense ashes, leaving a faint scent of sandalwood.

I smelled the smell of incense ash from the moment I walked in. Someone burned incense recently and this smell was left behind.

Is it possible that someone burns incense in Rakshasa Temple regularly?

Rakshasa Temple is a forbidden area of ​​Yunhua Temple. Outsiders and ordinary monks are not allowed, but it does not mean that they will not send people to maintain it regularly.

What is hidden in this Buddhist forbidden area?

I set my sights on Chen Jingdong, who was looking for clues everywhere.

"Brother, how are you? Did you find anything?" At this time, Chen Laosi ran into the main hall from outside.

"Headless Buddha!"

When he saw the Buddha statue in the middle of the altar, Chen Laosi couldn't help shouting.

"Fourth, you came just in time. There must be a mechanism under the headless Buddha. Come and help." Chen Jingdong climbed back onto the Buddha platform and waved to Chen Laosi excitedly.

Chen Laosi glanced at me, climbed onto the Buddhist altar, and worked together with Chen Jingdong to twist the Buddha statue.

It's a pity that this thin-looking Buddha statue seems to be growing on a stone platform, as stable as Mount Tai.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move at all.

"The mechanism definitely doesn't open like this, it definitely requires a key." Chen Jingdong, who was sweating profusely, gave up on the idea of ​​recklessness.

"Any other discoveries?"

Chen Laosi jumped off the Buddhist altar with him.

"Brother, you've been looking here for a long time, do you have any ideas?" Chen Jingdong turned his attention to me.

"I think we should go to other places to see more and learn more about the situation." This is what I really think.

"That's right. Maybe the key to unlocking the mechanism is placed somewhere else."

Chen Jingdong nodded.

"Fourth brother, you stay in the main hall and continue to look for clues. That brother and I will go look elsewhere."

"I know, brother."

Chen Laosi picked up the overturned candlestick and lit it with a lighter.

A dim light lit up in the quaint and dilapidated main hall, and under the flickering candlelight, the headless Buddha looked even more eerie and strange.

Chen Jingdong and I left the main hall and went to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion on the right.

At this time, the rain finally lightened up a lot.

Stepping on the water-filled bluestone, we ran to the eaves in a few steps.

Chen Jingdong used the same method to smash the copper lock on the door and directly pushed the door open.

Rows of empty bookshelves were like soulless corpses, standing numb and indifferent in the room.

"There isn't a single book in the Scripture Pavilion, which is a bit strange."

Chen Jingdong was the first to walk into the Sutra Pavilion.

I followed closely behind.

I scanned the surroundings with my flashlight and made new discoveries.

There are many murals on the mottled gray walls of the Sutra Pavilion.

"Sure enough, I found something."

Chen Jingdong happily approached the wall, shined his flashlight on it, and examined each picture carefully.

Four walls, four paintings.

The brushstrokes are simple and the color is dark red. I don't know whether it is cinnabar or blood. A few lines outline the things in the painting.

It's a bit like what we call soul painting style now, but it's very expressive.

The content of the first picture is a small temple on a desolate hillside.

In the second picture, in a dilapidated temple, there is a skinny old monk, who is chanting sutras with his eyes closed and is very pious.

In the third picture, the dilapidated small temple is shining with golden light, as if the Bodhisattva has appeared.

In the fourth picture, outside the ruined temple, many monks are kneeling and worshiping in front of the temple. In the half-open temple door, a golden light can be vaguely seen on a Buddha statue.

The content seems very simple. It seems to be about an old monk who worshiped Buddha devoutly and attracted the appearance of Bodhisattva.

This kind of story is not new. It has been circulated in many temples, large and small. It is not known whether it is true or false.

But as soon as the news of the Bodhisattva's appearance spread, many people came here admiringly, and the temple became popular ever since.

Just looking at the content in the painting is not worthy of special attention.

But in reality, these murals are incredibly horrifying.

In the mural, everyone's head was shaved off with a knife, leaving them all headless.

Whether it was the old monk who chanted sutras at the beginning, or the monk who knelt down and worshiped outside the temple gate later, or even the golden Buddha statue.

Without exception, all of them have no brains!