Infinite copy starting (10) Buddha in the flesh. …
Weird copy name.
I walked in, and the scene that I was used to seeing before became strange. The monks who were cleaning the temple had mechanical movements and pale faces, like lifeless puppets.
Suddenly, a rustling sound was heard.
At this time, the autumn wind suddenly blew, and the smell of disinfectant drifted towards me with the wind. I easily recognized the identity of the light ball behind me.
Now, he was not surrounded by the four large balls of light that had been protecting him closely.
Because after the previous copy was over, these big light groups all suffered injuries of varying severity. The most serious one had a broken arm and had been sent to take over.
I glanced at him and then looked away. Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to walk to my side and asked, "Is that you?"
I was a little surprised, "Do you know me?"
Can he recognize me?
The little ball of light moved, feeling a little uneasy. He misunderstood what I meant. "You saved me in a dungeon... um, the dungeon of that bar."
"oh."
I responded perfunctorily, withdrew my gaze, turned and walked towards the temple.
Under normal circumstances, I would have devoted some energy to dealing with him, but now the assistant's life or death is uncertain. The blood on his heart in the painting reminds me all the time.
Xiao Guangtuan followed and asked hesitantly, "Can I, can I go with you?"
Meeting my gaze, he explained anxiously, "I just think you are very kind. I don't know why, but when I met you, I thought of my brother."
"Brother?" An excuse to flirt with someone? It sounds really old-fashioned.
"I do have a brother." When talking about his brother, his attitude became a little hesitant. I thought he would try his best to show me how deep his relationship with his brother is.
After a pause, he became firm, "Yes, I have a brother, he is very good to me, but I haven't seen him for a long time."
I was very conflicted about my love for him and wasn't too interested. I just thought of my assistant's brother, so I softened my tone and explained, "You should have sensed that these monsters won't hurt you. You seem to have a special attraction to them. If you follow me, you'll be in more danger. It's not convenient for me to bring others with me when I do this."
"Um, ok, okay, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
After being rejected by me, he stood there awkwardly and watched me leave, as if he had done something wrong, but he didn't continue to pester me.
The monk who was cleaning in front of me felt me approaching, put his hands together, and smiled at me, "Donor."
Looking at him up close, his pale face and stiff movements inevitably remind people of inhuman creatures such as zombies.
My eyes fell on his head, and I couldn't help but look back at the little ball of light.
I don’t know where to go anymore.
I simply asked him where his eldest nephew was now.
Based on previous experience, people I am familiar with will become the boss of the dungeon.
In the temple, the person I am most familiar with is my nephew. As a Buddhist, he has the blessing of status. In all likelihood, he is the biggest boss of this copy.
Hearing my question, the monk in front of me changed his expression. His already pale face now looked like a piece of white paper, without any blood color at all. He looked like a paper man that had been beaten back to its original shape and would float away with the wind.
There was fear and anger in his eyes, "How could you call him by his name!"
"You are disrespectful to the gods and Buddhas. You are not welcome in our temple! Get out!"
He waved the broom.
I don't care about this little bit of strength, but what makes me wonder is what my nephew represents in this temple that makes him look so frightened and angry.
He seemed to show great respect for his nephew, but if he really respected him, why would he feel fear?
I followed his force and walked out until I reached the door of the copy, and he slowly walked back into the yard.
On the way back, he looked at me vigilantly from time to time.
I looked at the copy door in front of me.
Why don't you just kick me out?
Is it because of the copy limitation or something else?
Looking at the monk again, he was like a monster in the game that was out of pursuit range. He walked back to the yard and started sweeping the spotless ground again.
I withdrew my gaze and looked up at the giant Buddha in front of the door.
The Buddha statues in temples are usually enshrined in the main hall, but this giant Buddha is enshrined at the door. It is huge, about five meters high and five meters wide. Looking from the door, you can't see the scene in the courtyard, it looks like a screen.
I walked around the Buddha. With the central axis as the reference, the left side of the Buddha was shining brightly, as if it had just been painted with gold paint today; the right side was dilapidated. Looking only at the right side, one would have thought that this Buddha statue had been there for hundreds of years.
Behind this giant Buddha, there are six more Buddha statues, standing behind the giant Buddha, placed in groups of three or so.
The heights of these standing Buddha statues range from about 1.6 to 1.9 meters.
They were completely blocked by the giant Buddha, and looking inside from the gate, they could not see anything.
What is even more strange is that the six Buddha statues were covered with dust and rotten leaves.
It was clearly placed in the courtyard of the temple, and there were monks cleaning the yard, but no one even went to wipe the dust off the Buddha statue.
Even though I don't believe in gods or Buddhas, I couldn't help but frown.
I walked over, picked up the cleaning tools beside me, and brushed away the fallen leaves and dust.
When I saw the true appearance of the Buddha statue, I was slightly stunned.
This Buddha statue... is a little strange.
I quickly cleaned the surfaces of the other five Buddha statues, so that the true forms of all six Buddhas were exposed.
The faces of the six Buddhas show six different expressions: joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, worry, and fear.
I observed the features of the statue, and the more I looked, the more frightened I became.
"Buddha in the flesh?"
The moment I blurted out the words, the sad and wailing Buddha opposite me suddenly opened his eyes.
…
The world was spinning.
After looking into the Buddha’s eyes, my eyes went dark and bright again, and the scenery in front of me had changed.
My body was shaking from the sudden spinning, and the person in front of me suddenly held my forearm.
"Your Majesty, be careful."
I heard a sound and looked up suddenly.
The monk in front of him had a scar on his head and was wearing a moon-white monk's robe. He had handsome eyebrows and a calm look in his eyes.
It's clearly the appearance of an assistant.
When he saw that I had stood firm, he took a step back and put some distance between us.
I looked around inconspicuously.
Not an ancient setting.
Not a time travel.
It should be a role-playing fantasy like the previous copy.
I looked down at myself. Even though I was called Your Majesty, I was wearing a suit.
What surprised me was that the workmanship and style of this dress were exactly the same as what I usually liked.
My actions made everyone around me nervous.
The abbot in front of me with white eyebrows asked me cautiously, "Your Majesty, what are you looking for?"
His tone was as if I was an unforgivable tyrant who would take their lives if they were not careful.
"Is there a mirror?"
I didn't make excuses and just asked.
Sure enough, just as they behaved, no one dared to show a surprised expression, and someone immediately brought me a mirror.
In the mirror is my own face.
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