In the temple, incense smoke twisted and curled.
The atmosphere was so oppressive.
This place was originally a holy Buddhist site, solemn and awe-inspiring, but now, shrouded in a black mist, everything had become starkly different, appearing much more eerie.
Poof!
The lit incense penetrated the monk's forehead, nearly going through his brain matter.
Blood trickled down the incense, dripping with a tick-tock sound; the middle-aged monk's expression was ferocious and his face deathly pale, one could even see the burning incense sticking through his forehead.
But at this moment, he felt no fear, on the contrary, he was quite excited.
It could even be described as fanatical.
He just stared fixedly at the idol in the middle of the main hall.
The idol stood erect at the center of the hall.
Expressionless yet exuding bursts of majesty, as if some ancient being had revived, even the middle-aged monk couldn't stand it, falling to the ground with a thud, trembling all over.
