Under Meng Jue's order, three thin men came out of the crowd, carrying flashlights and torches, and one of them had a circle of ropes on his shoulders, and they drilled in one after another, like a dog hole.

Three male disciples and two female disciples used torches to illuminate the strange Buddhist temple.

I saw a huge six-armed yaksha statue with green face and fangs and ferocious faces in front of the Buddhist temple. The six arms were either holding long halberds or raising swords. One of them was holding a miserable head. The broken neck of the head should have been painted with red paint. Although it had been so long, it still looked so scarlet and charming, just like a bloody head.

"Eh, Eh, Eh, Yaksha, God is above, please forgive me for my sins..." These five men and women are disciples of Bailian Temple, and they usually have to recite Buddhist scriptures. At this moment, when they saw the murder god Yaksha of the Buddhist sect, they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed in fear and fear.

"Okay, don't talk anymore!"

"Care the situation inside and quickly open the sarcophagus!"

Although Meng Jue could not see the situation in the Buddhist temple through the thick stone gate, Meng Jue also knew that the five junior brothers and sisters were scared very much when they heard them chanting inside.

"It's really ridiculous. My disciple of Bailian Temple is also considered a Buddhist disciple. How could he be shocked by the Yaksha God worshipped in the Buddhist temple?"

"You should do it quickly, Yasha God will only bless you and wait, and will not resent you..."

Hearing Meng Jue urging outside the stone gate, the five male and female disciples in the Buddhist temple did not dare to delay the time any longer.

After they knelt down, they inserted the torch on the wall, then squeezed together, and walked forward tremblingly, a white sarcophagus under the huge statue of Yasha God.

Before getting close to the sarcophagus, a man said terrified: "It seems that something is wrong."

"The more you go forward, the colder you feel, as if you walk into a cloudy cellar..."

After hearing this, the other people suddenly felt numb because they also felt cold. They didn't feel like they were walking into the cellar, but were walking towards the cold Nine Nether Hell.

"Senior Brother..." At this time, a female disciple pointed ahead in horror: "Look, the Yasha God seems to be bleeding..."

When everyone heard this, they looked at her pointing, and suddenly their expressions changed in horror. They felt a chill suddenly rise from their vest.

The sad head of the Yaksha God was holding, with scarlet blood drops, dripping from the cut-off neck.

The ticking sound of the ticking blood is clearly audible, which obviously means that this is not an illusion.

Everyone panicked, "What, what's going on?"

"Why, why does this Yaksha God and Buddha carving suddenly drip blood?"

A male disciple holding a torch trembled slightly and couldn't help but slowly retreat. The two female disciples were even more frightened and trembled, holding each other tightly, hiding behind the male disciples.

"No, that's the same as that sarcophagus!"

"But it's not a drop of blood, it seems like it's a drop of water..." At this time, the male disciple holding the torch saw liquid dripping from the corner of the sarcophagus, and pointed at that place and shouted.

The few people looked at the white stone coffin together and observed carefully for a while. Seeing that water droplets did slide down in one corner of the coffin, the few people looked at each other, and then they plucked up their courage and went forward to investigate carefully.

As soon as I approached the sarcophagus, I could feel a sensation of coldness coming. Several people stood there blankly, not daring to move in, and were unwilling to retreat. It took a long time before a male disciple with a little more courageous approached tentatively and touched the sarcophagus with his hands.

"This coffin is very similar to the extremely low-temperature ice coffin..." The male disciple found that the tentacles were covered with coldness and wet water dew, and immediately understood and said loudly: "Don't be afraid, this is an ice coffin. When the cold air of the ice coffin encounters the hot air flow of the torch, dripping water will be produced."

"But, but that Yasha God is bleeding..." The female disciple was still very scared, hid at the end, and pointed to the Yasha God statue in front of the sarcophagus.

"That's not a drop of blood, it's also a drop of water!" The male disciple shook the torch and saw it clearly. The closer the torch was, the bleeding would accelerate the broken neck of the miserable person.

But if you look closely, you can still clearly distinguish the so-called blood drops. The so-called blood drops are not real blood drops, but the condensation water generated by the cold air encountering heat. It flows down the statue of Yaksha God, and mixes with old peeling dark red vermilion lacquer to form red water drops.

It seems that the red water drop really looks like a charming scarlet drop of blood.

After finding out the truth, everyone became a little more courageous. Someone went up and wiped it, confirming that this was the condensed water droplet. The gloomy and weird atmosphere in the Buddhist temple seemed to have faded a lot, and even the two female disciples began to be no longer afraid.

"Come on, everyone comes here!"

A male disciple shook the torch and said, "Senior sister is urging her tightly outside. Let's open the lid of the sarcophagus together!"

Several people surrounded them, used ropes to cover the coffin lid, and then worked together. The two of them carried the ropes in front, while the others pushed the coffin lid hard from behind. Only the dull sound of Kerala was heard, and the thick sarcophagus lid was finally slowly removed.

"Don't be afraid, I'll come and see!" As soon as the lid of the coffin was removed, a misty white mist rose from the coffin, and everyone retreated and made way out, but the male disciple who was tying was more courageous and walked forward with great strides.

In the sarcophagus, there was a monk's body frozen by a thick layer of ice. Through the crystal ice, you can still see clearly that the monk was wearing a big red cassock and his face was lifelike, as if he was asleep peacefully, lying quietly among the ice cubes. I don't know how many years he has experienced.

This sarcophagus with frozen corpses is also unique. The base of the sarcophagus is not all solid. There are four black holes dug out of the four corners. I don’t know if the deep black hole leads to the ground, and a gurgling white cold air constantly emerges from the four black holes.

"I understand, no wonder this sarcophagus can freeze the corpse and will not rot for thousands of years."

"The mystery lies in the four black holes at the four corners of this base plate."

The man with torches pointed to the black holes where cold mist appeared and said, "If I guess correctly, these four black holes lead to the cold caves underground. There are extremely low temperature ice caves everywhere under the Himala Mountains, and there are also strange ice springs that can still maintain flow under extremely low temperatures. If these four black holes are connected to the ice springs or ice caves underground, then the cold air will naturally keep the body frozen and achieve the effect of not rotting for thousands of years."

Everyone nodded in unison, saying that "the senior brother is very knowledgeable." At this moment, perhaps the heat flow brought by several torches made the ice start to melt. The frozen monk's body in the coffin, the ice layer wrapped in the outer coffin, slowly melted.
Chapter completed!