Chapter 565 "Magic Box

After Master Yunfeng and a group of monks began chanting scriptures again.

In an instant.

The wind howled inside the spacious air-raid shelter.

"Woooo—"

An invisible fierce wind stirred up between the pillars, causing a series of eerie, mournful sounds.

As everyone knows, "wind" is produced by the movement of air. Currently, in the air-raid shelter, there was only one entrance and no exit, no air movement to speak of, so the source of the wind seemed rather dubious.

The chaotic gale rampaged through the narrow shelter, all the Buddha Beads tightly secured onto the pillars rattled loudly, even their ends sticking out as if they could be blown away at any moment. Yet, whatever substance they were affixed with, they clung stubbornly to the pillars, refusing to be blown off despite the raging wind.

The round and glossy black Buddha beads on the floor, strangely, were immovable, fixed firmly in place.

"Obstacle of evil!"