Global Adventure: The Strongest Anchor In History

No one could have imagined that the fans of a small anchor could have such great energy.

Li Shuai became the target of public criticism.

His words "Never act without authorization" are suspected of interfering with the personal freedom of others.

As a result, the entire archaeological team was sprayed to pieces.

In the end, officials had to apologize.

Say they said impulsive things because they were emotional.

Ye Xing didn't know what was happening in the outside world.

He strode closer to the Buddhist temple.

The moment I stepped across the threshold, the stench in the air disappeared without a trace.

"It is indeed a solemn and holy place. Even the stench is not allowed to come in."

Ye Xing teased in his heart.

The space inside is slightly smaller than expected.

Although the miasma created by the smelly konjac can block the entry of living creatures, it cannot stop the invasion of nature.

The surrounding walls are mottled and cracked, and there are a large number of character murals on them. Even though they are separated by thousands of years, the colors are still eye-catching.

When he got closer, he saw that the figures on the mural had auspicious clouds at their feet and golden light above their heads. They were all accomplished Buddhists. Unfortunately, the paintings were too abstract and Ye Xing didn't recognize any of them.

There were originally many objects in the temple, but most of them were swallowed up by time.

Very little remains.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the gold-plated Buddha body sitting firmly on the altar in the lobby!

Unlike other Buddhas whose faces are filled with compassion, the Buddha in front of us exudes fearlessness.

It looked like it had been painted with a layer of gold paint. Even after so many years, its color was still intact and its golden light was still shining.

"I have never seen a Buddha like this."

Ye Xing shook his head and took two steps forward.

"This thing...is weird."

The closer it got, the more real it seemed to Ye Xing.

This kind of truth will make you feel that it is not a Buddha statue, but a real person.

The more I look at it, the weirder it becomes.

It holds a vajra in its hand.

There is a Sanskrit sentence written on the vajra, which when translated means ‘Give me the power to conquer demons’!

The tip of the Vajra is not facing upwards, but downwards.

Pierced deep into the ground.

"The vajra is a magical weapon used by Buddhism to subdue demons. Is there really something terrible under the sand?"

"Villains die from talking too much, and righteous people die from lack of hands."

Ye Xing resisted the urge to pull out the Vajra to find out.

Fasten your backpack and prepare to find a way out of here.

Staying here gave Ye Xing a feeling of palpitations, and his intuition told Ye Xing that it was best to take the next step.

Ye Xing turned around and was about to walk out when his right shoulder sank.

A hand as dry as a dead tree rested on it.

Ye Xing was so frightened that he swung his knife and hit the air.

"What the hell is pretending? Get out of here!"

‘Amitabha~’

With a long sigh, a kind-hearted old man appeared in front of Ye Xing.

"What the hell?!"

Ye Xing was really scared.

"Don't get me wrong, what you see now is my remaining consciousness."

"Spiritual body?"

Ye Xing calmed down and looked at the other party warily.

Bald, wearing a scarlet cassock, he looked like an eminent monk.

"Shouldn't consciousness disappear long ago after death?"

Ye Xing didn't quite believe what he said.

"My body has not disappeared, my heart has not died, my consciousness is still there."

"What does this mean? What do you want to do?"

The man smiled slightly and pointed his hand: "The golden Buddha you see is made of my body. The meaning of my existence is to protect the peace of the country."

"Unfortunately, our country has long been destroyed, and I have lost the meaning of protecting it."

The old man sighed again, and after reciting another line of Amitabha, he said to Ye Xing: "As the saying goes, Buddha saves the destined person. I know you are in trouble, so I use my last breath to help you out."

The old man clasped his hands together and said slowly: "This vajra contains my remaining magic power. As long as you carry it, the things outside will avoid you and dare not approach."

"Why should I believe you?"

Ye Xing's thoughts were a little confused.

"In Mahayana Buddhism, when you save others, you save yourself. It is better to build a temple of hundreds of Buddhas than to live as a single person. Believe it or not, it is up to you."

"Amitabha, I am meeting the Tathagata in the Western Heaven."

After saying that, the old man turned into nothing and disappeared into the air.

"Why is your head a little dizzy?"

Ye Xing shook his head.

He walked up to the golden Buddha and poked it lightly with his knife.

The tip of the knife pierced the Buddha's back, causing the Buddha to bleed...