The young monk suppressed his fear and climbed up from the ground with weak hands and feet. He turned and ran in the opposite direction, shouting, "The abbot is dead, the abbot is dead, someone come, someone come quickly!"
He was running and shouting, and the nearby disciples and monks all rushed over upon hearing the noise.
"What's going on? What are you yelling about?" A dignified-looking monk came over and started scolding, "How can such a noise be so disgraceful in such a quiet Buddhist place!"
The young monk shuddered, "Jingguan Jian, the abbot is dead!"
"What?!" Jingguan's face suddenly changed. "Where is it? Take me there quickly."
"It's in the Flesh-and-blood Buddha Hall." The young monk said, "I was in charge of cleaning today, but when I got there, I found the door to the hall was closed. When I pushed it open, I saw the abbot lying on the ground covered in blood... and... and..."
"And what?" Jingguan asked.
"And all the flesh-and-blood Buddha statues in the temple have changed..." the little monk swallowed and said slowly.
Jingguan frowned and immediately walked towards the Flesh Buddha Temple.
Seeing this, the others followed.
Soon, everyone arrived at the door of the Flesh-and-blood Buddha Temple, and when they saw the situation inside, they couldn't help but gasp.
Everyone's attention was focused on the Buddha statue, and they ignored the abbot who died suddenly.
"How could this be? This is how one becomes a Buddha..."
"No wonder we were never allowed to watch the process of Buddhahood, and no one was allowed to go out at night. So this is why."
"I think the abbot's death is closely related to this. I wonder if the Jingguan Monastery Supervisor is also involved in this matter of the Flesh Buddha."
…
Jingguan's temples throbbed, and he could hear the discussions of the disciples behind him.
The matter of the Buddha in the flesh was initiated by him and Yuanji, but he never expected that such a secret matter would be exposed in this way one day.
But what gave him a headache was who killed Yuanji, and would he be the next one?
And the moment he entered, he found that the seal in the temple had been broken, and all the suppressed souls had disappeared.
The person who did all this was really too powerful.
Jingguan collected his thoughts, knowing that it was pointless to think about it. He turned around and looked at the disciples behind him, saying sternly, "No one is allowed to spread this matter. If I find out that anyone has spread this matter, don't blame me for mercilessly expelling you from the temple."
He paused, then continued, "Two people, carry the abbot's body out and clean the floor. Starting today, the Flesh Buddha Hall will be temporarily closed."
"Temporarily closed?" A disciple couldn't help but exclaimed, "Doesn't this mean that they'll use these cruel methods to force us disciples to become Buddhas? Shouldn't they give us an explanation?"
"That's right. The lives of people like us are not worth living. I think it's a good thing for the abbot to die. People who do evil will definitely get their comeuppance!"
"You don't have to expel me from the temple. I'll withdraw on my own initiative. This is not how Buddhism works. Your inhumane practices are simply evil Buddhism."
"Staying here any longer would be disrespectful to the Buddha. I'm quitting too!"
"I'm quitting too!"
"I'm quitting too!"
"I'm quitting too!"
…
All of the disciples demanded to withdraw voluntarily at once. Their voices were deafening, rising and falling, and echoing over the hall.
Jingguan's heart skipped a beat, and he knew that there was something wrong with what he had just said, and he had not expressed it well.
He was just about to say something soothing when he saw the disciples turn around in unison, leaving the hall and walking outside without looking back, apparently preparing to pack up and leave.
Jingguan rubbed his temples with a headache, knowing that Yanling Temple was really finished. He thought the news would spread outside soon.
He might as well pack up and run away. After all, he felt very unsafe in this unknown situation. The man he killed might appear in the temple again tonight to claim his life.
Thinking of this, Jingguan could no longer stand. He looked at the corpse lying on the ground with its eyes open, chanted "Amitabha", and then left.
…
At nine o'clock in the morning, the first tourist who came to burn incense and visit the temple today arrived.
It turned out that the temple seemed unusually quiet today, and not even a little monk was seen.
But he didn't take it to heart and went straight to the Buddha's Palace.
However, when he stepped over the threshold and saw the situation in the hall clearly, his heart skipped a beat, a chill rushed to the top of his head, and he was so scared that he ran outside using his hands and feet.
When going down the stairs, I was so scared that I accidentally stepped on empty air and rolled down, and the phone in my pocket slipped out.
His eyes fell on the phone on the ground, and suddenly he thought of something. He picked up the phone with trembling fingers, unlocked the screen, and dialed 110 directly.
"Hello." A male voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello, police officer, I want to call the police, someone has died..." the tourist said in a trembling voice.
"Excuse me, where are you now? We will send someone over immediately."
The tourist slowly got up from the ground, turned his head to look at the temple above the steps, and said with lingering fear: "In Yanling Temple, a monk died here..."
The policeman was slightly stunned when he heard this, then came to his senses, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Word Spirit Temple?"
"Yes, yes, it's the Yanling Temple!" The tourist subconsciously clenched his phone. "I, I just came here to burn incense, and I found a body in the Flesh Buddha Hall. And... I also saw something particularly scary... Police comrade..."
"Calm down first, take your time. What else did you see?"
"I saw that all the flesh-and-blood Buddha statues had changed their appearance. It was very scary. Hey, police officers, please come quickly."
"Okay, I got it. We'll send someone over right away. Please stay there for now and wait for us to get there."
The tourist nodded, "Oh, okay, comrade police officer."
…
While the police were rushing over, many tourists came to the temple. Even though the first tourist who discovered the scene told them that there was a dead person inside, many people could not contain their curiosity and ran into the Flesh Buddha Hall to see what was going on.
The result is predictable, they were all scared out of their wits.
However, there were still a few brave people who took out their mobile phones to take pictures, posted them on their Moments, and even uploaded them to the Internet.
However, because the photo was too bloody and scary, the platform quickly detected it as a violation and deleted it. However, this did not prevent it from quickly fermenting online.
More and more people have learned about what happened in Yanling Temple, and according to the analysis of many netizens, they have learned how the flesh-and-blood Buddha in Yanling Temple was cruelly formed.
The once prestigious Word Spirit Temple suddenly became a notorious evil organization.
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