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Most of the tourists have finished visiting the temple. Some have left, while others have stayed for dinner, waiting to watch the monks attend evening classes after five o'clock.

It was almost five o'clock and tourists were gathered near the main gate.

They were huddled together, some were calling the police, some were shouting.

There were many people around, and everyone had paid for admission and came in to visit.

The tourists were just panicked, not too scared.

After hearing that the police would be coming up the mountain soon, some brave and impatient people began to clamor for them to be let out.

Seeing that no one paid attention to his words, the tone of the Bodhisattva of Great Harmony and Light became even colder.

"I said, no one can leave today without my permission."

He slowly descended from the sky, and his figure shrouded in a black robe appeared in front of everyone.

Pitch-black ink kept falling from under his black robe and hitting the tourists on the heads.

A man yelled from below, "We are tourists. We have no obligation to help you catch any monsters! Stop playing tricks here. I see you..."

His companion quickly covered his mouth and said, "This guy can fly, it's obviously abnormal, don't force yourself!"

Before his companion could finish his words, the body in his arms suddenly went limp.

There were screams in my ears.

"He's dead! He's dead!"

"Help, I want to go home! Let me out, I want to go home!"

As his companion's hands loosened, the man who had been so aggressive just now fell straight down.

There was still an angry expression on his face, and a drop of black ink appeared between his eyebrows.

The black ink corroded his skin and skull at an extremely fast speed and penetrated into his head.

Under everyone's gaze, the man's entire body was covered in black ink, and he eventually turned into a palm-sized paper-cut figure, lying quietly on the ground.

The crowd nearby burst into terrified screams and desperately squeezed towards the temple gate.

The open space at the main entrance was already struggling to accommodate over 4,000 people at once. The tourists were packed tightly together like sardines in a can.

Some people had already been squeezed to the point of losing consciousness and could only be pushed forward by the crowd.

The crowd in the distance had no idea what was happening here and was pushed forward.

The tourists closest to the gate were already pressed against the door by the crowd behind them.

They had difficulty breathing, and their wailing became quieter and quieter, until it disappeared completely.

The dark gate of the temple was splattered with entrails, broken meat, and warm blood.

The abbot led all the monks in the temple and stood in the Buddha Hall, looking at the chaotic scene outside through the window.

Seeing that dozens of people had died in the stampede, some monks looked at each other in confusion and began to talk in low voices.

One of them bravely asked in a low voice: "Master, should we not do anything about it?"

The old monk shook his head and looked at the tourists with compassion.

"Their consciousness is controlled by evil spirits. The Bodhisattva is helping them to cleanse the evil spirits from their bodies."

"But Master, those donors seem to have been..."

Before he could finish the word "squeeze to death", a drop of black ink suddenly flew from a distance and went straight into the monk's eyebrows.

The young monk stared blankly with his eyes wide open, and his body fell limply to the ground.

The old monk stood beside his body, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, you are also polluted. The Bodhisattva is doing this to help you be liberated."

The monks were silent for a moment, and the expressions of several monks who had just entered the temple gradually became terrified.

They cowered, their heads bowed, not daring to raise a single objection. Their hands, placed at their sides, began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

These monks are all fake monks, they are all crazy!

Dahe Guangming's cold voice sounded in the air again.

"I've thrown two evil spirits hidden in the crowd onto this platform. Whoever eats them alive will be released."

"I've captured these five evil spirits disguised as students. I'll let anyone who rapes them go."

"To prevent evil spirits from wreaking havoc on the world, from now on, I will kill one person every half a minute. I promise that before the people outside open the temple gates, I will take good care of everyone here."

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Dahe Guangming's voice traveled far away, and Chen Yanli and others who were far away in the donor's dormitory could hear it clearly.

Chen Yanli has already brought the little rabbit fairy and reunited with Officer Liu.

They were on the fourth floor of the dormitory, releasing the people imprisoned inside and discussing countermeasures.

The paper man army, which was supposed to leave, was unable to go anywhere after Dahe Guangming took action.

He could only come back to join Chen Yanli under the leadership of Xiaohong.

Officer Liu calmed the people on the fourth floor and led them to the relatively safe back mountain.

He contacted his colleagues.

A colleague said that the police station received a lot of calls within just a few minutes, all about Dahe Guangming Temple.

All the police forces in this area have been mobilized and are rushing to Dahe Guangming Temple.

Because it involved supernatural events, the chief also invited ten masters who had connections with the police station.

There are both Buddhism and Taoism, and there is also a shaman from the north.

In about forty minutes, they would arrive at the temple gate.

The director was not clear about the specific situation of Dahe Guangming Temple and asked Officer Liu if ten masters were enough.

Officer Liu handed the phone to the only professional present.

Chen Yanli typed quickly on his phone, "I don't know the strength of those ten people, but I'll give you a reference: the president of the Buddhist Association is trapped on the fifth floor by the Great Unity Bodhisattva, and his life or death is uncertain."

There was no reply from the other end, and the message "input in progress" kept appearing above the chat interface.

Chen Yanli knew there was no hope when he saw the other party’s reaction.

[Invite as many people as possible. Dahe Guangming is preparing to kill over 4,000 tourists. He wants to use them as living sacrifices.]