As a temple renowned both near and far, Ling Yin Temple enjoyed flourishing incense offerings and had received sponsorship from many wealthy patrons.
Precisely because of this, the Golden Body Buddha Statue erected within the temple was immense, exuding both majesty and compassion.
But at this moment, with the Buddha Statue's head severed, its former grandeur had turned entirely grotesque.
Because it happened so suddenly, many of the worshippers kneeling and offering incense below had no time to react before they were smashed into bloody pulp by the Buddha head weighing over a dozen tons as it fell from above.
Blood, severed limbs, the enormous Buddha head rolling across the ground, the headless Buddha Statue seated above... all these sights formed an exceedingly bizarre scene.
Looking at the tragedy before him, Nan Tian, standing at the entrance to the Buddha Hall, wore an expression of unprecedented bewilderment.
He had come to pray to the Buddha and worship the gods. At the very least, he had hoped for some peace of mind, yet he had not expected it to have the opposite effect.
—There were ghosts in this world, but the gods and Buddhas seemed to have long since ceased to exist.
With such a major casualty incident occurring at the temple, it naturally could not be handled like yesterday's suicide case. Besides, those who had managed to secure spots at the very front were all either rich or powerful.
Less than half an hour after the tragedy, Police Cars and ambulances came screaming in together.
Amid the cries and groans, Nan Tian saw the injured swiftly carried into ambulances, and also saw the Abbot—fat as a pig, his entire body limp like a pile of mud—being supported into a police car.
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