Ksitigarbha's strongest avatar

    "Rumble ..."

    There was a constant dull noise coming from the golden Buddha with mud tires, and the cracks on the statue were increasing.

    At last, amid a roar, the giant Buddha with mud and gold paint collapsed, bringing up a large amount of smoke and dust.

    The little novice monk and many pilgrims in the hall all looked at this scene with a pale face and did not dare to believe it.

    At the same time, the movement here also attracted the attention of many tourists outside the temple, rushing frantically towards here, a mess.

    Suddenly, a faint old voice resounded through my ear.

    "Little friend Meng, why are you doing this? Come here, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

    With a snort of cold, I walked out of the hall and headed for the place where the subtle force was guiding me.