The abbot quickly forgot the strange swallowing sound.

Under the great ecstasy, he only saw his "Buddha", and he didn't even have time to think about whether the swallowing sound sounded familiar.

He had heard it not long ago, but now he thought it was an illusion.

The monk on the east side of the circle lowered his head instantly, as if he did not dare to look directly at the faith itself, but actually to hide the action of licking his lips.

The urge to salivate is almost unstoppable.

When will you take action? Wait a while...and observe again.

The monk who lowered his head raised his head again, his expression cleared up.

The abbot was still expressing his reverence enthusiastically. Even though his body was showing symptoms of discomfort, he still stood there.

The abbot spoke very quickly, blurting out words of praise or prayers one after another.

Gradually, the abbot's words became duller, and his expression became slightly dazed. Sometimes he would be distracted, but he soon concentrated again.

Ah...the blood is flowing down.

The first thing to be damaged was the mucous membrane in the nasal cavity, and the red liquid slid along the lips and into the lips and tongue, but the abbot knew nothing about it, and he still opened and closed his mouth.

Then came the ears. The tympanic membrane rupture took away the abbot's hearing, and the human world fell silent for an instant, followed by bursts of humming instead of the ambient wind sound.

The abbot still didn't notice.

His senses seemed to be blocked.

The giant covered wooden Buddha is five feet high. It stands there, tilting its head downward as the human whispers, and is still bending down a little.

It is indeed listening, but it has not responded yet.

This is the size that a person with a macrophobia would want to escape on the spot.

For example, the monk on the west side has no better concentration than the abbot, and his legs are shaking a little now.

He looked like he wanted to escape, but couldn't.

His legs were no longer under his control, and the monk could only witness the giant wooden Buddha hanging down, and the wooden robe brushed against his shoulder, scraping off a piece of flesh.

The flesh was separated from the body, the incision was smooth, and the blood looked dripping.

...It is hard, looking at the soft corners of the clothes, it is hard.

Pain swept through his brain, and his reason also sounded the alarm. The monk took half a step back stiffly, avoiding more fallen clothes.

He reluctantly turned his head and looked at the red color that was spreading around his arms.

He... what on earth did they summon...?!

The abbot was still praising unconsciously, and when the covered wooden Buddha completely lowered its head, it was already parallel to his field of vision.

This is a very strange picture.

The head of the wooden Buddha is extremely high, and nearly half of its lower face is sunken and pressed against the ground, leaving only the circular hole in the upper half of the mask facing the abbot.

"Please... please give me strength!" The abbot, with tears streaming from his eyes, raised his hands in the air, "Let me continue to serve you in the long years to come!"

The abbot is already very old. If nothing unexpected happens, he will die in a few years. What he is praying for now is longevity or eternal life.

The covered wooden Buddha seemed to understand. It raised its head slightly, trembled slowly up and down, and then said something.

Different species obviously cannot communicate directly, and Baisu is not a true believer in the Eight Sutras, so he cannot understand what the Covered Buddha expressed.

He could only see that the abbot who was supposed to hear nothing got the answer he wanted. As if receiving the mercy of the gift of faith, the abbot's face turned red and he eagerly straightened his waist and knees, which were slightly bent under the pressure from the front.

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"You - great - I - I will -"

All words, all enthusiasm, all piety stay at this moment.

Bai Su saw that the covered Buddha lifted his mask.

The four-petal-shaped mouth split open, and two green vines shot out from it and penetrated the abbot's forehead and chest. They evacuated in just a moment, and the Buddha closed the mask again.

Purple mucus began to drip out from the holes in the eyes, completely pouring on the abbot's head.

The flowers are blooming.

The abbot, drenched with mucus, completely turned into a clay figure, but soon, the liquid did not stay on his body. Instead, it was absorbed into the wound, and thin branches crawled out from the wound as if being stimulated.

The buds lingered on human chests and heads, circling and taking root, and then produced buds, which trembled and bloomed.

Flowers first only grew on wounds, but then they emerged from all holes in the human body at extremely fast speeds.

Eye sockets, ears, mouth... At first, it could be said that there are flowers blooming on the human body, but later, it is more like a person growing among the flowers.

The Buddha fulfilled the believers' wishes and straightened up again.

The monk on the other side was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and his thoughts were extremely disordered.

He knew that in the abbot's residence there was... a statue covered with flowers. The statue seemed to him to have a beauty that transcended worldly knowledge, but only if... those flowers did not bloom on him!
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The monk also saw the abbot's body moving.

The ground moved completely driven by the plants, and the winding vines moved the abbot's limbs. The abbot took the staff made of white bones from the Buddha.

The abbot's face, whose face could no longer be seen clearly, moved, but the language he spoke could not be understood by the monks.

Run...run quickly.

There was only one cognition in his mind that had become very dull. The monk tried desperately to move his legs. After trying for a long time, he fell to the ground because his body was stiff.

'I...I...'

The monk opened his mouth, but no sound came out. In addition, the sound of falling was very noticeable in this dream square, and the covered Buddha turned around instantly.

Because of its rotation, the ground trembled along with it.

Yes, I want to be targeted, but...but why only me?

The monk moved his eyes with difficulty, looking from the feet of the Buddha's robe to the opposite side. Another of his companions stood there, looking at him with a half-smile.

Why...why is Miaozai smiling?

Isn't he afraid?

Bai Su, who met the human's eyes, stared at the monk's skin, raised his hand and waved to the person as a greeting.

"You——" He tried his best to squeeze out a syllable from his throat. The monk was about to ask something, but soon the shadow that shrouded his forehead made him unable to concentrate.

The Buddha stretched out his hand toward him. It was a palm bigger than a house, and it was only a few feet away from him.

When a human being hears what the Buddha is saying, he says in his mind——

Although they obviously have different languages, at this moment, they have a brief sense of resonance because of their faith.

【You——】

The short syllables stirred his head, making his brain a mess, like mashed paste. The monk, who was far less persistent than the abbot, felt that his consciousness was drifting away.

In Baisu's field of vision, the covered Buddha said something. Before he even spoke to the abbot, the monk started bleeding from his seven orifices and died instantly.

"It's so fragile..." Bai Su sighed.

He covered his face, and half of the monk's face had turned into white melt, falling into the palm of his other hand.

At the same time, the Buddha also moved to the direction of Baisu amid the trembling of the earth.

"It's time to eat." The black-haired young man said to himself.
Chapter completed!