Thriller Game: Horror Check-In

Chapter 109 Dajue Buddhist Temple [Three-Shift]

At this moment, there were faint footsteps behind him.

The sound is very slight.

Step on dead leaves.

Make a rustling sound.

Bai Ye turned around.

A yellow, white-gloved orange cat passed by behind him.

The orange cat raised his head and glanced at Bai Ye.

Then step on the kitten step.

The tail is raised high.

It was wrapped in a small khaki package.

He looked back at Bai Ye when he passed by Bai Ye.

Then he took the cat’s step, flipped his legs, and walked slowly up the mountain.

Bai Ye walked up the mountain.

The green stone road twists and turns.

The tree branches on the left and right are twisted.

There is a small pavilion in front.

“Zhengguan Pavilion”

When going up the mountain to worship the Buddha, one needs to wear clothes and crowns to show respect.

In the Zhengguan Pavilion, two tourists are sorting their clothes.

The clothes are neat and clean.

But they were still muttering to themselves.

“Clean yourself up, don’t dirty Buddha.

There are still tourists so late.

After careful observation.

Bai Ye found out that it was two people.

Somewhat strange.

The mainstream of Fengcheng is ghosts.

Although there are people, it is almost impossible to see such a normal person.

Moreover, it is still the time when the yin is the most intense in the middle of the night to go up the mountain.

These two people gave Bai Ye the feeling… just like the villagers in Huangshui Village.

This clean appearance was completely different from the depressing atmosphere in Fengcheng.

Isn’t this copy of myself not in Fengcheng?

Bai Ye was vigilant in his heart.

Fengcheng is huge.

The background of most of the dungeons is in Fengcheng.

But occasionally, there is still a very small probability of appearing in cities other than Fengcheng.

The two of them paid no attention to Bai Ye who entered the pavilion.

They arrange their clothes by themselves.

Seems like it’s finally sorted out.

The two had smiles on their faces.

Then head down.

Put your hands together and slowly walk up the mountain.

Bai Ye is faster than them.

The two uphill tourists were soon left behind.

The road up the mountain is quiet.

Except for the bluestone road, the dense forest on both sides is deep darkness.

All you can see is the road under your feet.

Bai Ye seemed to feel like a man on his back.

he turned back,

Empty behind.

The staring eyes are looming, if there is or not.

It seems to have shifted from behind to left and right.

Bai Ye turned back.

The bluestone road that was empty just now.

Suddenly a tabby tabby cat squatted.

This raccoon cat is carrying a package on its back.

It glanced at Bai Ye.

Three or two steps to escape and jump up the mountain.

The figure disappeared without a trace.

A faint sandalwood scent remains.

Bai Ye kept walking up the mountain.

Come to the top of the mountain.

In front of you is an empty space.

There are about thirty or forty cats of various colors gathered in the open space.

Or lie down, or lie down, or sit, or stand.

An orange cat closest to Bai Ye stood up.

Human-like folded hands.

In front of Bai Ye, he turned into a little novice dressed in yellow.

“Amitabha, the donor is here to offer incense.”?55

The little novice’s voice was shrill.

“Well.” Bai Ye glanced at it.

“But I see that there is no incense in the hands of the benefactor. If you enter the temple without taking incense and worship the Buddha, you can increase your luck. 33 The orange cat said, “I wonder if the benefactor is willing to buy some incense?”

“Where to buy?” Bai Ye asked.

Hear Bai Ye ask this.

The little novice in yellow in front of him smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into two slits.

Take out the three sticks of incense from the yellow package that you carry with you.

“I have it here.”

Bai Ye nodded, no wonder the cats he saw along the way had packages on them.

Emotions are all a bunch of brokers.

Bai Ye took out the ghost money.

The orange cat’s squinting eyes widened significantly.

Breathing slightly short.

But calm soon returned.

“Hurry up and put it away, this kind of thing is forbidden,” said the novice.

“We are a Buddhist holy place here, and we don’t accept this kind of thing.

“Then what do you want?”

“I think the benefactor has a lot of good fortune, and you can buy three incense sticks with just a little good fortune,” said the novice.

Bai Ye’s face turned cold.

This thing actually needs its own luck.

What blessing source, is to keep an eye on his own luck.

“This is not for sale! I buy luck with luck, and I am stupid to do so. 55

Sammy shook his head.

He glanced at Bai Ye with some regret.

“It’s not the same, the incense bought by one point of blessing can be bought three points of blessing from the Great Buddha. After 99 novices finished speaking, they turned into cats and squatted back to their original places.

“My price is the most reasonable. If the donor thinks about it, you can come to me. 99

Bai Ye looked at the solemn and solemn temple in front of him.

The incense burns in the courtyard.

The red fire illuminated the entire temple.

The door is open.

Bai Ye walked in.

There is a large bronze bell in the courtyard.

Go up a row of horizontal ladders.

It’s a hall.

Prayer flags hang on the beams of the house, the prayer flags hang down, and the large yellow cloth is dull and dull under the dim red candlelight.

Bright red candles burn on candlesticks.

Candles go out.

Dark red candles dripping.

In front of the main hall, a nearly ten-meter gilded Buddha statue sits cross-legged with a kind expression on its face.

On the left and right sides, behind the heavy prayer flags, a statue of Arhat stands three or four meters high.

A huge incense burner was placed under the seat, filled with incense.

Sandalwood filled the hall.

More than a dozen pilgrims folded their hands and stood respectfully in front of the Buddha statue and prayed.

“Donor, why don’t you draw a lottery when you’re here?” A monk wearing a yellow monk’s robe and a red cassock came out of the small hall behind the Buddha statue and made a Buddha salute to Bai Ye.

“`, Wouldn’t it be a blessing to draw a lot?” Bai Ye asked rhetorically.

“Of course not.” The monk laughed. “Those little wild cats outside have disturbed the benefactor, and the poor monk will make a fortune here.”

“Accept Hidden Task: Draw? (Draw once)”

Bai Ye silently accepted in his heart.

“It is fate to be able to come here. The donor draws a lottery, and the poor monk does not draw any fees.” The monk said in a low voice.

“How to draw.” Bai Ye said.

“The donor is here, please.” The monk made a gesture of invitation.

Go through the corridor and come to the apse.

There is only one Buddha statue about five meters high in the hall, but this Buddha statue has twelve arms, and each arm holds a different Buddhist vessel.

At the foot of the Buddha statue is a table.

There is a scripture and a lottery on the table.

Pick up the lottery and give it to Bai Ye.

“The donor shakes it. 99

Bai Ye took the lottery.

Shake lightly.

A lottery fell out of the lottery.

The monk picked it up.

Admired: “Go to the sign! 35

“Open the world to do good luck (is it good), auspicious days and good times, everything will be perfect. If you get this lottery, it’s not a trivial matter, and people will be loyal to the emperor. Donor, this lottery is incredible. As long as the benefactor gets good luck, good luck will come naturally.” The monk said with emotion.

Bai Ye smiled.

I don’t care.

Fortune is just an aid.

“You don’t sell any lucky charms here, do you? Bai Ye asked.

The monk shook his head, looked at Bai Ye and smiled without saying a word.

“Everything depends on the willingness of the donor, you can buy it or not.””

“Then don’t buy it.” Bai Ye was very free and easy.

Take a look at the various Buddha statues in the temple.

When Bai Ye returned to the apse again, the monk had disappeared.

Back to the front hall.

The dozen or so pilgrims were still standing there and praying.

The hall was quiet.

Only a gentle cool breeze blew into the hall, and the tulle Huangman moved slightly with the wind.

Candles flicker.

The pilgrims kept their initial posture.

drop.

drop.

tick.

tick.

A drop of melted wax oil ran across the pilgrims’ cheeks and jaws.

dripped on the empty floor of the main hall.