Uncle Shan was the first one in the caravan to sense that something was wrong.
His body was pressed against the ground, his cheeks and ears pressed against the cold ground. He could hear the malicious whispers drilling into his eardrums.
He could also hear that when the Buddha body was shaken by external forces, the entire temple seemed to be shaking.
"Stop digging! Stop digging!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs, but everyone responded by digging.
'Clang clang clang-'
The knocking sounds continued, and the hall began to shake even without the wind.
"Kill him ..."
"Kill her ..."
It was as if countless people were chanting this sentence at the same time. The yellow cloth strips hanging over their heads swayed slightly.
"Young lady ... The girl ... I'm begging you ..."
