"I know what I am doing." The white-browed monk raised his hand and signaled that they didn't need to say anything more.
Fengjiu looked at him and asked, "What do you want me to do for you?"
"Haha, there's no rush for this. Let's talk about it after you get the golden lotus!" said the white-browed monk.
Master Yijie sat quietly at the side, looking at Fengjiu with his hands clasped together. He did not show any surprise at what the White-browed Monk said from beginning to end, as if he had known it would happen.
"Donor, look up at the Buddha's eyes." The white-browed monk said, still with that kind look on his face.
Feng Jiu looked up as she was told and looked at the giant Buddha in the hall. When her clear eyes met the Buddha's eyes, her heart trembled and a scene from the invisible world seemed to pass by before her eyes.
"The ancient golden lotus is in there, go and look for it!" The white-browed monk said, raising his hand and flicking it. A ray of light flashed by, and Fengjiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, disappeared in the hall.
"master?"
Leng Hua was slightly startled, and looked around. He couldn't help but look up at the Buddha's eyes. However, he felt a flash before his eyes, and then he fainted.
Looking at the unconscious Leng Hua, the white-browed monk said to the monks on both sides: "Send this donor to rest!"
"Yes." The eight monks on both sides responded, suppressed their surprise, stood up, took Leng Hua out, and handed him over to the disciples for settlement.
After they left, Master Yijie asked, "Which female donor does the Holy Buddha intend to give the Ancient Golden Lotus to?"
The white-browed monk smiled and said, "You and I both know that she is not an ordinary person. Buddha is merciful. If she really needs the holy object of Buddha, why not give it to her?"
He paused with a smile, clasped his hands together and murmured, "Amitabha, I just don't know if she can get the ancient golden lotus..."
Monk Yijie also murmured softly, put his hands together and lowered his brows.
At the same time, Fengjiu felt dizzy and the scene in front of her eyes changed. When she calmed down, she found herself in a place full of blood.
She looked around and saw that there seemed to be a forest around her. There were no corpses on the ground, but blood was splattered on the ground and the smell of blood was everywhere. Faintly, there were bursts of wailing and screaming coming from the forest.
"Give me back my life... Give me back my life..."
"Fengjiu, Fengjiu... come down and accompany us..."
The sound was like the howl of a ghost wolf, echoing in her ears. She frowned and looked, only to see the scene in front of her changed again. The original forest became dark, and gusts of cold wind blew from the forest, making people shudder.
Feng Jiu's eyebrows knitted together as she watched the changing scene in front of her. Where on earth was this? How did she end up here? Why was there such a bloody place in the Buddhist sect
The bells around her waist swung, making clear clanging sounds. She gathered her mind and walked forward. The ghosts around her were howling and waving their claws and fangs, as if waiting for the opportunity to pounce.
She glanced at him coldly, and when she was about to look away, she caught a glimpse of a ghostly figure that looked like the monk who had died in her hands before.
She was startled and thought to herself: This is not a Buddhist place. Could it be her own illusion? No, that's not right. If it was an illusion, these people shouldn't be there.