The sky was filled with wind and sand, and the sun was completely blocked. The sky of Western Desert seemed to be held up by an invisible giant hand, holding a brass cauldron.
Fang Mo and Golden Chariot of the group were walking hard in the sandstorm.
Dragon Blood Qilin Horse Although he is a powerful horse, in the face of such a terrifying wind disaster that can peel off flesh and blood, he can only lower his head, snort loudly, and move one step at a time.
"Boss, there's something wrong with the wind!" Qian Dagui shouted outside the car, his voice torn to pieces by the wind and sand, "This is not an ordinary sandstorm, there is Blade Qi in the sand! My dustproof Formation can't even bear it!"
Fang Mo was sitting in the car, playing with a black bone fragment he got from the assassin leader.
He raised his head and glanced at the roof of the car. The originally solid Nanmu Wood roof was now making an overwhelmed creaking sound, and countless fine cracks were spreading.
"It's Formation." Li Mingyue's face was solemn, "This is Sky Locking Mad Sand Formation, Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom's natural barrier to block foreign enemies. Once this Formation is activated, it will not stop until..."
"Unless you find Array Eye, or find a turtle shell to hide in." Fang Mo interrupted her, looking through the window screen to a sand dune on the left.
In his [Netherworld Ghost Eye] field of vision, under the yellow sand in the sky, there was a vague and extremely ancient and decadent aura flowing.
It was a huge building buried underground, exuding a weak but tough Buddha Light.
"Turn left, there is a hole there." Fang Mo ordered.
Qian Dagui didn't dare to neglect, and jerked the reins.
The eight Qilin Horse neighed and rushed to the left against the wind and sand.
After walking for about three miles, a huge rocky hill appeared in front of us.
At the bottom of the hill, there is a cave entrance half-buried in the sand. Above the cave entrance are engraved three large mottled characters - [Ten Thousand Buddha Cave].
As soon as the convoy rushed into the cave entrance, the wind and sand behind it hit the rocks like crazy beasts, making a deafening roar.
The space inside the cave is huge, dozens of feet high.
Thousands of Buddha statues are carved on the rock walls on both sides.
It's just that most of these Buddha statues are incomplete, some have no heads, some have broken arms, and what's even weirder is that the face of each Buddha statue has been painted with a layer of black paint, covering the original compassionate face, making it appear eerie and terrifying.
"This is the relic of the previous dynasty." Li Mingyue raised the torch and illuminated West Zhou, "Ten Thousand Buddha Cave, it was Buddhism's holy land thousands of years ago. Later, it was said that all the monks died overnight and it became a forbidden place."
"Death?" Fang Mo walked to a Buddha statue and stretched out his hand to wipe away the layer of black paint.
Under the darkness, the Buddha's eyes were open.
The pupils are not carved, but are inlaid with two shriveled human eyeballs.
"Interesting." The corner of Fang Mo's mouth curled up slightly, "It seems that this group of Monk had a lot of fun playing thousands of years ago."
At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps deep in the cave.
"Who is it?" Iron Bull crossed Iron Rod and stood in front of everyone.
In the swaying light of the fire, an old man Monk wearing cassocks and with a kind face came out with two young novice monks.
This old Monk was born very upright, with earlobes reaching past his shoulders, and a rosy complexion. He was holding a Nine-Ringed Monk Staff in his hand. At first glance, he looked like the kind of eminent monk he was.
"Amitabha." When old Monk saw Fang Mo and others, he did not panic. Instead, he put his hands together and bowed, "The poor monk's dharma name Hui Ke is Outer Gate Guest Official of Great Thunderclap Temple. I took shelter here temporarily to avoid the wind and sand, and unexpectedly met a few Benefactor."
"Great Thunderclap Temple's?" Qian Dagui's eyes lit up, "That's one of our own! Master, we are from Divine Capital, going to participate in Dharma Assembly's!"
Hui Ke Monk smiled slightly, his eyes swept over several people, and finally stopped on Fang Mo.
At that moment, a trace of imperceptible greed flashed in his eyes.
"It turns out that he is a distinguished guest from Divine Capital. Since we are destined to get together, why not follow the poor monk to rest inside? There is clean water and dry food left by the predecessors."
Li Mingyue instinctively felt something was wrong, but the other party was an eminent monk from Great Thunderclap Temple. This identity was more useful to Western Desert than Imperial Decree, and it was not easy for her to draw the sword first.
"Then I'll bother you, Master." Fang Mo agreed with a smile and walked away.
The group of people followed Hui Ke Monk as they walked deeper into the cave.
The further you go inside, the heavier the smell of decay becomes, and the black paint on the faces of the Buddha statues on both sides becomes thicker.
"Master, why are all these Buddha statues painted black?" Qian Dagui couldn't help but asked curiously.
Hui Ke Monk Before stopping, the voice echoed in the empty cave, "Because Buddha is also ashamed. He can't see the suffering in this world, so he has to close his eyes and cover his face."
"That's good." Fang Mo suddenly stopped, "Master, shouldn't you also cover your face?"
Hui Ke Monk paused and slowly turned around. At this time, the compassionate smile on his face had become a little stiff.
"Benefactor What do you mean by this?"
"It's not interesting." Fang Mo pointed at his eyes, "I just feel that the master's skin doesn't fit him well. I can smell the stench from ten miles away."
In his [Netherworld Ghost Eye], there is some enlightened monk in front of him.