They never expected that the Buddha's sudden move wasn't just a trick by Mei to scare those people.
If it wasn't Mei, then who could it be?
Ling Yan was still pondering the answer to his question when it came to him.
"Fallen leaves never return to their roots; they disappear into the smoke and disappear without a trace!"
Countless voices rang out from all sides of the dilapidated temple, as if hundreds of people were chanting the same line at the same time.
The beggars who had just escaped the temple struggled to get back in, as if they had witnessed something even more terrifying than the Buddha's spontaneous move.
"It's the Wu-Wu-Ying Cult! Ah!"
The screams continued, and the smell of blood, like rust, immediately drifted in the wind and rain.
Ling Yan's eyes flashed, and he rushed out of the dilapidated temple.
Dog Brother crouched on the ground, his head in his hands. He trembled all over, shouting exaggeratedly, "Don't, don't come over here, don't kill me."
