A black cricket the size of a calf suddenly appeared before everyone from inside the cracked bronze Buddha.
At the sight of the black cricket's ferocious appearance, everyone's faces went pale.
Only then did they understand why Li Zhōujūn had suddenly mentioned a little cricket.
Especially Nàlán Yè. When she imagined what would have happened if she had been alone here tomorrow night, wouldn't she have become food on the cricket's plate?
The more she thought about it, the more terrifying it became!
Shí Yì looked at Li Zhōujūn in shock. "Sir, you could actually see through the Buddha statue and tell what was inside it. You're no ordinary person!"
"When did I ever say I was an ordinary person?" Li Zhōujūn replied with an amused smile.
"That does seem to be the case..." Shí Yì was left speechless.
At the same time, the giant cricket tried to escape.
But in the next moment, everyone saw a huge bowl fly in through the door. With lightning speed, it covered the cricket.
"The one outside is the real Buddha!" Shí Yì exclaimed after coming to his senses.
"Amitabha. The cricket under my command slipped out while I was in secluded cultivation, causing inconvenience to all of you. I hope you can forgive me. Once I take this vile beast back, I shall punish it severely."
At that moment, an old monk wearing Buddhist robes, with skin as dry and withered as tree bark yet a kindly, benevolent face, walked into the room.
"Is this the real True Buddha this time...?"
As everyone looked at the old man, doubts arose in their hearts. After all, this old monk looked no different from the abbots of ordinary temples.
Yet the cricket had clearly said that this person was the Great Dream True Buddha.