Chapter 2357: Obstruction (3) Chapter 2357: Obstruction (3) The existence of each black line was like the cry of a vengeful spirit.
This eye was filled with hell and the abyss.
Song qingxiao, who was caught off guard, seed to have been burned by this force. Her eyes were slightly hot, and then they swelled and hurt.
Sothing was trying to drill into her eyes. A dark and desperate aura overwheld her, and she closed her eyes subconsciously in pain.
Scales appeared on his eyelids, and his powerful spiritual power quickly dispelled the demonic Qi that was trying to invade.
Her eyes were dyed dark gold, and demonic Qi swam around her eyes, forming circles of strange totems. However, it could no longer penetrate the defense of her scales, and finally dissipated in failure.
Behind her, the gray-robed monk who was directly facing seven was not so lucky.
The mont he looked into Seven’s eyes, the demonic Qi easily invaded his spiritual sense and soul, causing the sa black shadow to be quickly replicated in his eyes.
“Mother …” His face instantly paled, and his movents beca sluggish.
The raised arm stopped in mid-air and chanically repeated Seven’s words.
After a long ti, he put down his hand, and his fierce expression beca a lot more wooden. He tilted his head and thought,
“I didn’t see your mother, but I can take you in to wait.”
This was Seven’s inner thought-if he couldn’t find song qingxiao, he would wait for her here.
When she first t him, she had expressed great interest in Haining County and tiandao temple.
As long as he waited here, she would return here one day.
“Yes.”
The young boy nodded obediently and responded.
The monk wanted to hold his hand, but he hesitated for a mont, then clenched his two small hands and shook his head, ”
“I can’t hold your hand. It’ll hurt you.”
Tyrant’s face was pale and his eyes were abnormally dark. He didn’t react to the words and just walked towards the temple.
The young seven staggered behind him and limped into the temple.
The mont he stepped into the temple, the Buddha statues in the temple glowed with golden light.
However, under his feet, wisps of black gas spread out, mixed with the angry roars of the dead.
‘Ka-‘
Crack! Crack!
A slight cracking sound could be heard on the Golden Buddha that was facing the hall.
This voice was very soft, drowned out by the chanting of the monks and the crying of the people outside. Other than song qingxiao, who was isolated from this ti and space, no one else could hear it clearly.
The light of the Golden body of the Buddha statue dimd, and two thin cracks appeared under the eyes of the huge Buddha head, as if the Buddha statue had shed two tears after the place had been stained by the devil Qi.
It was a pity that it could neither protect the believers who worshipped it nor protect itself.
Song Qing’s small figure followed seven into the heavenly Dao temple and looked at the scene inside the temple Hall.
The decorations here were 80% similar to the heavenly Dao temple that had been sealed 800 years later.
It was still a tall and wide building, with a huge golden body of a Buddha statue cast from pure gold.
Two rows of Buddha statues sat high on the Jade platform, looking down at the believers and all living beings. They put their hands together and had a compassionate face.
However, there was no yellow sail hanging over his head, nor was there a hanging corpse.
Under the Buddha statue was an extrely eye-catching huge rit box filled with silver.
In the copper furnace beside them, expensive sandalwood incense was constantly lit all year round. It was slowly burning in spirals to worship these cold Bodhisattvas.
The ferocious gray-robed Dharma monks were no longer as violent as before when they were driving out the poor people. They beca obedient and humble in front of Bodhisattva. They carefully looked after the incense and did not want to extinguish it as if it was the only major thing they pursued in their lives.
‘Ka-Kacha-‘
The crisp sound was endless, and the rows of Golden Buddha statues cracked one by one.
Wherever Seven’s feet went, a large amount of black Qi would invade into every corner of the temple.
With every step he took, a Golden Buddha cracked.
The Buddha statue that was split open lost its radiance and spirituality.
“I’ll bring you to your room. You can’t miss your morning and evening classes.”
The monk leading the way had a wooden expression as he chanically gave out instructions, as if he was completing a task that he was already familiar with.
“What are morning and evening classes?”
Seven asked curiously.
The monk said, ”
chant the sutras piously. The Bodhisattva will sense your sincerity and naturally protect you.
The young boy had already stopped asking for blessings, but when he heard this, his eyes lit up.
“Can your wishes co true?”
The grey-robed Dharma monk nodded with a stiff expression.
“.. I can.”
“Can the Bodhisattva bless and help find my mother?”
After a while, the monk seed to understand what he ant and nodded slowly, ”
“.. I can.”
“I won’t miss any morning and evening classes!” The young boy swore to himself that this would be the last ti he would see the gray-robed monk.
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