You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 204: People’s hearts are no longer the same as they used to be?

The old monk stopped talking. On the one hand, he wanted to maintain his image as a great man, and on the other hand, he secretly observed the behavior of this group of people.

Chang Qing smiled slightly: "Thank you, Master."

The temple was not actually very big, but Changqing and his companions would go into every courtyard they passed by to comment on it. They even spent a long time discussing a small grass growing out of the cracks in the bricks, which delayed them for most of the day. They did not look like they were exploring a secret realm, but rather like travelers.

Finally, they arrived at the burned-down hall.

"Just come in, my friend."

Chang Qing hesitated to move, stroking his chin and said, "Since we are guests, why doesn't the master come out to greet us? Does he look down on us..."

"Sir, I'm sorry, benefactor. Tens of thousands of years have passed and my body has long since decayed. Please forgive me." He paused and said quickly.

"I see. It was we who were rude." Chang Qing said as he walked up the stairs.

Ling Yu and Jiao Cang heard Chang Qing's message, asking them to clean the eighteen Arhat statues surrounding the hall. They didn't know why they did this, but since Chang Qing said so, it must have some effect. So they just did it. What else could they do!

Looking at the huge wooden door in front of him, Chang Qing tried to push it open. It felt extremely heavy. He didn't know what kind of wood it was made of. It had not been damaged after thousands of years, and it even still exuded a faint wood fragrance.

As Chang Qing stepped into the hall, he was hit by a smell of smoke and fire. Looking in all directions, he saw eight Bodhisattvas, four Vajras, five hundred Arhats, three thousand Jiedis, eleven Dayaos, eighteen Kālaas, and a giant Buddha in the center.

The structure was almost the same as in the previous life, all of them were carved from huge stones, but the difference was that the Buddha statue was blackened by the flames, and even melted a lot, and there were stone tears dripping on the ground.

"How high the temperature must have been? What happened back then?" Chang Qing thought to himself.

When looking at the big Buddha, Chang Qing was stunned. The person sitting on the seat was not Sakyamuni, but an unknown big Buddha with half-closed eyes showing a look of compassion. It was actually the Buddha on the stone tablet in the outside world.

There was a thick layer of ash on the ground, reaching above the calves.

Chang Qing remained calm because he discovered a thick layer of ashes. It was hard to tell how many monks had died in the fire.

There is an altar in front of the Buddha, and on the altar there is a bronze lotus lamp. The fire on the lamp emits a faint golden glow and is still burning after thousands of years.

"Master, where are you?" Changqing looked around.

"Donor, look forward." The voice came from the lotus lamp.

Changqing looked at it carefully and had a clue in his mind.

In the flame of the precious lamp, there was an old monk wearing a cassock sitting cross-legged.

“Is this the Wick Buddha?”

Chang Qing was shocked, and immediately slid to the front of the altar.

He clasped his hands together and bowed several times toward the lotus throne.

"I have traveled hundreds of mountains and rivers, and visited several temples, but I have never seen the real Buddha. Today I have seen the real Buddha. I hope Grandpa Buddha will make it happen! I kowtow to Grandpa Buddha here."

Seeing Changqing kowtow so loudly, the old monk in the wick finally put his worries to rest. After all, Changqing kowtowed too sincerely.

"Please tell me your wish, I have some wealth and hope I can help you~" The old monk sat upright.

Chang Qing laughed and rubbed his hands.

"My boy, my lifelong wish is to be free from illness and disaster, to have a good partner by my side, and to live a long life. Since you are the true Buddha, you will surely fulfill my wish, right?"

Looking at Changqing who kept making wishes to him, the Buddha in the wick rolled his eyes and thought: "Do you think I'm a shooting star?"

But he still cleared his throat and said, "Of course, as long as you take me out and sincerely worship Buddha, your wish will come true."

Chang Qing raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: "What an empty promise!"

But he still stared at the Lotus Treasure Lamp and acted surprised: "Really?!"

Chang Qing looked at it carefully, and became more alert: "This lotus lantern is really an evil thing!"

I saw that the bronze lotus lamp was covered with blood threads, which kept wriggling. It was actually alive. Chang Qing also noticed that the blood threads were constantly gathering traces of blood energy.

"Monks do not tell lies." The figure in the wick put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

Lao Deng looked at Chang Qing's pious appearance and thought to himself, "Tens of thousands of years later, are people so easily deceived?"

This time it was Chang Qing's turn to secretly roll his eyes: "Even Tathagata can make such a wish come true. Even you are not as arrogant as him."

"Then I wonder if the True Buddha can reward me with some elixirs or something. You don't know how fierce the fighting is in the outside world. Without some precious medicine, I may not be able to take you out." Chang Qing changed the way he asked for good things.

"Is that so~" The old monk in the lamp stared at Changqing for a few times, and seeing that Changqing was sincere enough, he continued: "There is a treasure house in the mountain. Take the treasure lamp and I will guide you there~"

"Okay!" Chang Qing said and was about to take the Lotus Lamp.

"Wait!" Lao Deng hurriedly stopped him, looking anxious, as if there was some hidden secret.

Chang Qing also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His observation was correct. The Lotus Lamp could not be moved easily, otherwise the power of wishes would counterattack and the old lamp would be seriously injured at the very least!

Seeing Chang Qing's suspicious look, Lao Deng quickly said, "I will guard here. You cannot move easily. You must dismantle the formation."

"What should we do?" Chang Qing asked devoutly.

"There are eighteen stone statues outside the house, just break them!" the old monk persuaded.

Chang Qing went out after hearing it, and then there was a burst of smashing sounds, accompanied by screams of pain!

Half a minute later, Changqing came in, sweating profusely and looking quite tired. In his hand was a high-level magic sword dug out from the land of Yingxu, but it was tattered and after being tossed around by Changqing, it became crooked and even bent into 90 degrees, completely scrapped.

"True Buddha, those stone statues are extremely hard, I can't cut them!" He said as he shook the broken sword in his hand.

Lao Deng was also a little embarrassed. He knew in his heart that the stone statues had trapped him for tens of thousands of years and still did not collapse. They must be made of very special stone, so it was not surprising that they were very hard.

For a moment, the two were in trouble.

After a long time, a hint of determination flashed in the corner of the old monk's eyes, and the flame on the lotus lamp split into two, and the old lamp looked very weak.

"Donor, this is a wisp of spiritual fire. The spiritual fire will guide you to the location of the treasure house. There must be a large number of treasures in it, which should be able to break this formation."

There was a hint of weakness in Lao Deng's voice.

"This...True Buddha, are you okay?" Chang Qing pretended to be concerned.

"Donor, please go quickly."

"Okay, I will come back as soon as possible after getting the treasure! Please wait for me, Master!" Chang Qing walked out of the hall holding the spiritual fire.

"What a pleasant surprise!" A hint of joy flashed across Changqing's face.

Then he nodded to the two of them.

The three of them walked out of the temple together, and everything went surprisingly smoothly.

The moment he stepped out of the temple gate, Chang Qing quickly turned around, bowed to the temple and said, "Master, have you ever heard of [People's Hearts Are Not As Ancient As They Used to Be]?"