Upon entering the main hall of the temple, a wisp of cold wind blew by.
In a trance, the faint sound of chanting sutras seemed to echo endlessly in Wang Ye's ears.
As Wang Ye went deeper into the temple, the sounds grew louder and louder.
Sensing the eeriness of the temple, Wang Ye quickened his pace and arrived before the Buddha statue in the main hall.
The entire Buddha statue glowed with a golden light, emanating supreme majesty.
Its right hand formed a mudra, while its left hand was missing.
As for the severed half of the arm, Wang Ye did not find it anywhere in the main hall.
Through the broken end, the inside seemed to contain flowing flesh and blood. The Buddha statue should have looked merciful and amiable.
But its expression was somewhat gloomy, with a hint of malice in its eyes.
Sure enough, none of the addresses from the post office were normal.
Wang Ye calmed himself down and looked at the old bronze incense burner placed on the temple altar, with three sticks of incense placed next to the burner.
According to the postal service's mission prompt, Wang Ye placed the letter on the altar table, then picked up a stick of incense and lit it.
A faint smell of decay permeated the air as the incense was lit.
The smoke emitted from the incense was also tinged with a faint blood-red instead of the normal blue color.
At the same time...
The cold wind inside the temple grew slightly stronger.
In the old tree outside the yard, all the corpses simultaneously opened their eyes, emanating a dim, ghostly glow. Their expressions were bizarre.
That old tree shook soundlessly, with blood continuously oozing out of its trunk.
One by one, the corpses fell to the ground as the old tree trembled.
In the backyard, inside a small hut, a red coffin was placed silently.
As the incense was lit, a loud boom came from within the coffin, which shook violently. Faint roars could be heard from inside.
Blood-red teardrops seemed to flow from the Buddha statue's eyes.
At this moment, the air turned even colder.
Sensing the changes in the surroundings, Wang Ye clenched the ghost blade at his waist, holding it in his hand as he stood vigilantly in the center of the main hall, carefully observing his surroundings.
The incense...
burned very slowly.
As the smoke from the incense drifted out, the envelope began to burn on its own, also at a slow pace.
Hee hee.
An eerie laugh suddenly rang out in the main hall. A child monk who looked about 5 years old stood at the entrance, tilting his head and smiling creepily inside.
His eye sockets were empty, with blood continuously dripping from them.
Wang Ye gripped the ghost blade tightly and stared calmly at the child monk, not moving.
No matter what bizarre things happened around him, as long as they didn't disturb the burning incense, he would not act.
The child monk silently stood at the entrance, showing no intention of stepping inside.
And at this time, more and more monk corpses appeared at the entrance, but they seemed to be wary of something, not daring to enter.
Were they all corpses from the old tree?
Wang Ye looked solemnly at this group, his expression icy cold.
Just then, some noises came from the temple entrance as a figure pushed open the doors and slowly walked in.
The figure wore plain white mourning clothes, moving stiffly with empty eyes.
He also stopped outside the main hall entrance.
Unlike the other monk corpses, his empty eyes faintly stared at Wang Ye. Then he slowly knelt on the ground.
Tears of blood flowed from his hollow eye sockets, more than before. The sounds of crying grew louder.
The figure bowed, intending to kowtow to Wang Ye.
An enormous sense of threat washed over Wang Ye's entire body, instantly turning it ice cold.
Wearing mourning clothes in grief!
Does this ghost intend to kowtow me to death?
Wang Ye's gaze grew heavy. He knew he could not drag this out any longer.
Seeing that only about one third of the incense stick had burned, he gritted his teeth and rushed out just before the figure's forehead touched the ground.
The ghost blade swung high, glinting coldly as it slashed down at the figure.
As if oblivious to Wang Ye's actions, the figure kept bowing. When the ghost blade fell, the figure shook slightly but remained unharmed. Yet under the tremendous force, it toppled over onto the ground.
The kowtow...
was interrupted.
Feeling the terrifying threat disappear, Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
If he had hesitated two more seconds, he was certain he would become a corpse.
The threat from this ghost was too great!
The figure got up from the ground and propped itself up to kneel before Wang Ye again.
Ghost...
kowtowing a second time.
And as Wang Ye stepped out of the main hall entrance, the ghostly lights in the monk corpses' eyes flashed as they rushed towards him.
Wisps of light emanated from their bodies.
This was the golden light unique to the Buddhist clan...
Damn it!
Wang Ye swore inwardly as he flashed rapidly among the crowd, with the monk corpses seemingly unfazed by his collisions, their flesh like steel plates.
And that ghost, about to complete its second kowtow.
Wang Ye's clothes were torn, with traces of blood trickling down his forehead.
Exerting all his strength, Wang Ye broke through the crowd of monk corpses, kicking the kowtowing ghost in the head just as it neared the ground.
The ghost's body tilted to the side and fell over again.
But as if driven by powerful obsession, it stiffly got up and knelt once more.
More tears of blood flowed from its empty eye sockets than before, and its wailing grew louder.
Ghost...third kowtow!
Wang Ye clearly felt the threat grow stronger this time. Even just kneeling, the ghost's bones made loud cracking noises.
Not stopping until dead?
Enduring the intense pain in his body and the monk corpses charging at him again, a cold glint flashed in Wang Ye's eyes.
He then slowly raised the ghost blade in his hand.
The blade was filled with a blood-red glow, wisps of blood qi flowing along Wang Ye's arm into the blade.
Wang Ye's originally translucent, crystalline body became somewhat withered, with faint wrinkles appearing on his skin.
A thick bloody aura emanated from the ghost blade.
Under the tremendous energy, Wang Ye forcefully slashed down at the kowtowing ghost.
Starting from its head, the ghost's body was cleaved in two.
But the two halves of its body struggled bizarrely, writhing ceaselessly as if trying to rejoin.
Seeing this, Wang Ye rushed forward and grabbed one half of the corpse, throwing it as far away from the temple as he could.
The other monk corpses had now reached Wang Ye.
I can't see, it's so dark.
The child monk with empty eye sockets said faintly, attacking precisely towards Wang Ye's pupils.
After dealing with the kowtowing ghost, Wang Ye had no intention of prolonging the fight. Seeing more figures entering from outside the temple gates, he quickly retreated back into the main hall.
And as Wang Ye withdrew, the monk corpses once again stopped at the entrance of the main hall, staring faintly at him.
These damned Buddhist clan creatures, their bodies are too tough!
Wang Ye cursed inwardly, but his gaze was fixed on the figure that had entered from outside the gates.