Chapter 2362: Sacrifice (2) Chapter 2362: Sacrifice (2) senior brother yuanhe, I just wanted to see you …

He tried his best to calm down and tried to get up.

However, there was no strength in his body at all. He didn’t know if it was because the ground was damp or because his palms were sweating too much, but the ground was surprisingly slippery.

“What are you looking at?”

The fat monk asked him again. His voice was cold, as if there was no emotion.

“I … I saw that you didn’t eat dinner … I want to know if you’re alright …”

“I’m very well.” He replied, his voice suddenly becoming ethereal.

In the darkness, it was as if no one could catch where the voice came from.

For the young monk, he felt that the familiar meditation room had become strange and terrifying. He wanted to escape immediately.

There seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes hidden in all directions, watching him curiously and evilly. It was as if he was in hell.

“I’ve never felt so good …”

Yuan he’s voice became a little strange, but the young monk felt that he could not stay in the room for another quarter of an hour.

“That, that’s good.”

In his desire to live, he did not know where he got the strength from, but he turned over and got up, not daring to look at the bed.

“I can’t sleep anyway, so I’m going to the main hall to pray to Buddha and chant Sutras.”

After he finished speaking, he did not wait for Yuan he’s reply and rushed towards the door as if there was an evil ghost staring at him from behind.

‘Creak-‘

The moment the door was pulled open, the skin on senior brother yuanhe’s back started to crack.

A tentacle wriggled out of the cracked skin and tore the gray monk’s robe apart, revealing a strange gray-white eye hidden in the shadows.

‘Hehehe-‘

‘Hahaha-‘

‘Wuwuwu-‘

The strange voice rang out again, and as the door slammed shut with a bang, it reverberated unscrupulously in the room.

“You can’t run … You can’t run away …”

“Phew … Hu …”

The monk felt as if a ghost was chasing him from behind. He ran for his life, not daring to stop for even a moment.

For some reason, the heavenly Dao temple today seemed extremely gloomy.

The dim light could not dispel the haze, and the mottled trees were like ‘ghosts’ baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

Along the way, he met many senior brothers who were talking and laughing. The voices of the people talking gradually calmed him down.

In the temple Hall, the evening class had long ended, but a small figure was still sitting in the temple Hall, facing the towering and tall Golden Buddha. He was piously knocking on the wooden fish and chanting the Scriptures.

The dim yellow light shone on the little monk’s figure, giving off a strange sense of harmony and holiness.

Although heavenly Dao temple was said to be the leader of all temples in the world, according to the young monk’s years of experience in the temple, most of the monks in the temple kept shouting ‘Amitabha’, but they were not very pious.

There was no need to worry about food and drink here. With the respect of the royal family, the worship of the common people, and the reverence of the believers, the monks who entered here were like entering the temple of Immortals. On the contrary, they lacked the heart of faith.

However, at this moment, he seemed to see a rare kind of sincerity from the little monk.

The atmosphere of this place was self-sufficient. The arrival of the young monk seemed to have broken the peace here, making him feel uncomfortable as if he was an intruder.

“Hello,” he said.

The young monk called out, and his voice echoed in the hall. The little monk’s posture of knocking on the wooden fish paused.

“You monk, why aren’t you asleep in the middle of the night? you’re knocking so hard that I’m worried. How are we supposed to rest?”

He felt much more comfortable after breaking the atmosphere.

The small monk admitted his mistake honestly,

“I’m sorry,”

“What Scripture are you chanting?”

The young monk walked over and asked him.

“I don’t know,”

The young boy shook his head and responded.

“You don’t even know what Scripture you’re chanting?”

The young monk couldn’t help but feel incredulous when he heard this.

I’m not chanting. I’m just praying to Buddha for something. The teenager obediently answered the young man’s question.

“You don’t want to chant Scriptures and you want to pray to Buddha?” The young monk’s brows, which were as thick as brooms, were raised when he heard that.

“Without Tributes, why would the Buddha pay attention to you?”

“A child is a child, he doesn’t even know the rules. If you’re not sincere, how can your request come true?”

The young boy panicked after being scolded by him.

“Do we need to offer Tributes to pray to Buddha?”

“That’s natural.” Seeing that he had been subdued, the young monk couldn’t help but feel a little proud.

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