There were bursts of crying, with a hint of resentment, and there were even people wailing.
In this dark environment, it sounds particularly breathtaking.
However, the people present were all Xuan Masters and Grand Xuan Masters, so they were not frightened by the crying.
"Has it started yet?"
Goatee frowned and ordered: "Hurry and dig out the jar, we have to get there."
With the efforts of a group of people, the jar buried in the ground was finally unearthed.
A huge black jar was placed in front of everyone.
Goatee stepped forward and stretched out his hand to try it, then shook his head: "No, it's too heavy. Carrying this thing will take too much time, and it will tie our hands and feet."
"Stay here first. After we resolve the matter over there, it won't be too late to take it away. Anyway, no one will come to steal this thing in the wilderness."
The matter of the jar could only be left for the time being. Before leaving, Wuchen said to a disciple: "You can stay and watch. After all, I don't know what is hidden in it. What if it is the helper of the ghost king?"
, you keep an eye on him, don't let the things inside escape."
The disciple nodded in agreement.
A group of people continued to approach the mountain behind the temple.
The mist from all directions rolled back and forth like a millstone.
finally!
In the mist ahead, the outline of the temple's pagoda began to appear in everyone's sight.
Everyone came to the hillside, where the fog had begun to thin, and they could see what was happening in the backyard of the temple at the bottom of the hillside.
The same scene as seen during the day.
Taking the well on the hillside as the center of the circle, people were already kneeling all around.
Kaiyuan Temple did not give up the planned late night sacrifice because of the exposure of Lu Fan and others.
There were hundreds of people, all kneeling on the ground on all fours, with their heads pointed at the mouth of the well, crying and praying.
Lu Fan listened briefly and found that most of them were praying for safety for the health of their loved ones.
Terminal illness, disability, and cerebral palsy...
They pin all their hopes on this thousand-year-old well for problems that cannot be solved in reality.
While everyone was crying, at the mouth of the well, a group of "eminent monks" wearing cassocks were constantly banging the wooden fish in their hands, chanting the Buddha's name, and making countless prayers.
The scene in front of them made many people present slightly in a daze.
"so many people."
Qi Yufeng frowned slightly and looked around: "If the Ghost King appears and we really want to confront him head-on, I'm afraid it will hurt the lives of these people."
Of the hundreds of pilgrims, no one would survive in a battle at the level of a ghost king.
Or even the huge Kaiyuan Temple will be reduced to ruins tomorrow morning.
"I think you should think carefully about how to deal with these people later, right?"
Amidst Zhao Wanzi's voice, the temple, which was originally boiling, suddenly became quiet.
You can still hear the needle!
The sounds of crying, wailing, praying, the sound of wooden fish, including the sound of Dharma horns... disappeared without a trace at this moment!
The whole world suddenly became eerily quiet!
The scene in front of me looked like it was suddenly frozen, without any movement at all.
Just when everyone was looking at the sudden change in front of them in confusion, a scene that made everyone feel horrified happened!
