C229 Bibi

Three of my life's lights were taken by the Mr. Zhao, but I'm not dead yet. But no one had made it clear that only the dead could use the Redemption Monument. It is not bad for a man to atone for his sins while he is alive, lest he die and not wash them clean.

I bit my finger and wrote my name on it with my fingertip blood, but the strange thing happened.

At first, I was a little puzzled, but then I started to feel a little complacent: Hehe, it seems that I, Hu Chujiu, have done quite well in this life, with not the slightest bit of evil in my body.

Then, I started to look around me, "Do I have any sins on me? That's not a big deal, the key is, how do I find the Little Tang Wei?"

As I was worrying, I felt a sudden movement beneath my feet. An earthquake? There's an earthquake here? Aren't these brats too imaginative?

After which, I noticed that the massive stone monument started to shake as well.

I hurriedly retreated, but after taking two steps back, I suddenly thought, this stone tablet is so tall that it could support the heavens and earth. I wonder where I can run to?

Fortunately, after the stone tablet shook for a while, it gradually quieted down. At the same time, the surrounding fog dissipated. I noticed something else under the stone. It was a giant turtle.

It was said that although this thing looked very similar to turtles, its name was Bibi. It was a descendant of a dragon that liked to carry stone tablets on its back.

I looked up and saw that it was just as big. I was standing under his head. It was so huge that I felt dizzy.

I lowered my head and rubbed my sore neck. I thought to myself, "A turtle with a stone tablet and a load stone tablet, does this mean that there is a temple here?"

When I thought of this, I suddenly felt my surroundings light up a lot. I was surprised to see that there were two moons in the sky.

I looked at the sky in astonishment. "What is going on?" Am I really in the world of ghosts? "

Suddenly, the moon disappeared, but in less than a second, they reappeared. I snapped out of it. This is not the moon, this is the eye. It was the eyes of the Bibi, huge and hidden in the clouds. It had blinked.

My heart thumped: Is this Bibi alive?

Yes, yes. It was indeed alive, and that earth-shaking movement just now was caused by Bibi.

I was a little afraid that if Bibi wanted to kill me, it would be too easy. With a slight movement of my foot, he would turn me into a meat patty.

A few minutes later, however, I realized that I was thinking too much. After all, in his eyes, I was too small to see. In reality, even if it saw him, it would not even bother raising its leg. After all, there was an enormous stone tablet on his back.

There was no sign of me, so I ventured to study it. I tapped it with my hand. It seemed to be carved out of stone. It was not a body made of flesh and blood.

I'm a little suspicious, is this thing really imagined by ghosts? Who had the courage to imagine such a huge Bibi, to imagine his eyes as the moon?

Then, in the distance, I heard a tapping sound, like a wooden fish.

My body jolts, and I turn my ears to the side, listening intently.

A few minutes later, I was able to locate a direction. The sound was coming from the top of Bibi's head. I squinted. There seemed to be something on the top of the Bibi's head. But it was too far away for me to see clearly.

I circled the Bibi and decided to climb it. Because I had no other way to go than to go up and see.

Bibi is very big, so its head is very high. And because it's big, the surface is rough, so I can climb it without too much effort.

It took me more than half an hour to climb the mountain to the top of Bibi. I immediately saw that there was a small temple here.

Surprised and happy, I walked quickly to the temple. The temple appeared and disappeared in the mist, and it looked erratic, but I could feel that it was not large.

The sound of the wooden fish came from inside the temple.

Since there was a wooden fish, it meant that there was a monk inside. The monk in the temple should be a good person, right?

Not long after, I arrived at the entrance of the temple. I looked up and saw three big words written on it: Temple of Atonement.

I couldn't help but laugh. This place is pretty fun. The monolith was called the Redemption Monolith, and the temple was called Temple of Atonement. Should the monks in the temple be called penitent monk?

The temple door was closed. I walked over and lightly tapped the knocker. The sounds of the wooden fish in the temple had stopped, but the door of the temple was not opened.

I am a little puzzled: the monks in this temple do not welcome guests.

I raised my voice and said, "Excuse me, can I go in?"

The person inside didn't reply. It seemed like he didn't really welcome me. But I decided to go in anyway.

I pushed hard on the door of the temple, which jingled as if it were chained behind me. Unable to open the temple door, I walked around the courtyard wall.

This sort of old house was meant to prevent gentlemen from taking precautions against villains. As long as one's body was flexible enough, one could jump into it.

I found a relatively low spot, put my hand on the top of the wall, and with a little effort jumped in.

After jumping into the wall, I didn't move anymore. Instead, I squatted on the ground and took out my dagger. This place is a temple, but the place it is staying in is so strange that I have to be careful.

After squatting on the ground and observing for a while, I realized that this small temple was no different from any other temple on earth. A small courtyard. A large hall.

I looked at the door first. Behind the temple's door, there was a chain as thick as a man's wrist tied to it. This chain was definitely not for the sake of guarding against thieves, but to prevent anyone from entering or exiting.

I scratched my head and turned around. There was a plaque hanging on the wall of the main hall. There were four words written on it: Great Hall of Treasures. What was different from the human world was that the great hall of the human world was open, while the door was tightly shut.

I couldn't see the contents of the Hall, so I started to observe the courtyard. I saw another turtle in the corner. This turtle also had a stone tablet on his body. Regardless of shape or appearance, this turtle and tablet were exactly the same as the previous one. It's just that it's a lot smaller.

I quietly walked over and looked up. There were indeed three words written on the stone monument: Redemption tablet.

I thought: this is amazing. I wonder if there is a small temple on top of the Bibi.

So I looked down at the head of Bibi. There was indeed a small temple. However, it was only the size of a fingernail. If one did not look carefully, it was impossible to see it.

I am a little suspicious that this small temple also has Bibi, Bibi also has a small temple, this is simply endless ah.

I haven't made a sound since I came in. The people in the Great Hall seemed to be relieved. The faint sounds of the wooden fish could be heard again.

I tiptoed to the door and nudged it. The door did not open, but instead issued a sound of chains. The door was also locked with chains.

With the sound of the iron chain, the sound of the wooden fish disappeared.

Humans were always like this, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. In this strange place, I was originally trembling with fear, but the people in this hall were so scared that they didn't dare to hit the wooden fish. I felt at ease that the other party wasn't easy to deal with and was even a bit easily bullied.

I raised my voice and said to the people within the hall, "Master, I heard your voice. Don't hide it anymore."

There was still no sound.

I laughed. "Why do you look like a grasshopper at night? You don't dare to call out at the sound of footsteps? "

The people inside still ignored me.

I said, "If you don't open the door, then I'll go in myself?"

I guessed he wouldn't answer me, so I took out my dagger and picked out a random window. I wanted to cut the window, but I felt a little rude, so I patiently cut the wooden latch and pushed open the window to jump in.

But when I entered, I was stunned because the hall was empty.

Two lamps were lit in the middle of the hall. The light was dim, but it was no problem to illuminate the small room.

The statue of Shakyamuni sat facing south, with a candle, melon fruits and a set of wooden fish in front of him. Other than that, there was nothing else in the Inside the house.

I wondered: where did that man go? He ran away? There's a tunnel here?

I crouched on the floor, flexed my middle finger, and knocked it back and forth. Whether it was the floor tiles or the walls, they were all very heavy.

I looked up again. The roof was so far from the ground that it was impossible to jump. I scratched my head and muttered, "Strange. Could it be that it disappeared into thin air?"

I jumped out of the window in disappointment and climbed out of the small temple.

After expending so much effort, he finally managed to come here and hear the sound of the wooden fish. Of course I wouldn't leave so easily. After I jumped out, I immediately lightened my pace, circled around the base of the wall, and jumped into the wall from another direction.

I crouched down at the foot of the hall window and waited quietly, holding my breath.

I waited for half an hour, and at last the sound of the woodfish came.

I chuckled in my mind. Won't I catch you this time?

I carefully raised my head and poked at the window with my finger. The windows of this old-fashioned house were covered with paper. The paper was tough, and it was hard to prick with your fingers, so I cut it open with a dagger.

Sizzle. The voice was soft, but I drew my dagger out and waited under the wall for a moment. The sound of the wooden fish didn't stop as it continued knocking on the door. It seemed that the other party didn't notice me.

I heaved a sigh of relief and slowly raised my head. I carefully opened the window paper and looked inside.

Then I froze, unable to move.

I saw the Buddha move. Sakyamuni's golden Buddha statue was currently holding a wooden fish and knocking on it devoutly. As it knocked, it was mumbling to itself in a low voice. Looking at his appearance, he looked extremely much like Wang Baiwan who knelt in front of the monument to atone for his sins.

Could it be … Does Buddha also need to atone for his sins?