Chapter 11 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

The scale of Spring Temple wasn’t considered small—there were a front and back yard, as well as several rooms.

But all these had turned into ashes after the fire. Except for a few weeds and several walls that showed traces of being burned, everything else was buried underneath the ashes.

Only the main hall could be considered somewhat intact, with the walls and the roof of the main hall still well preserved. It was just that several years of neglect made it look old and dilapidated. Ordinary people wouldn’t dare enter recklessly, afraid a slight movement would cause this ancient architecture to collapse.

It was also only after much observation that Chen Hao cautiously stepped through the entrance and into the hall.

Two pillars supported the roof of the hall, on which dark yellow specks of bronze paint could still be vaguely seen.

In the center of the hall was a two-meter tall Buddha statue in a lotus stance, with its right hand raised, the palm facing outwards and the fingers upwards, wearing a benevolent smile.

Of course, due to neglect, the bronze paint of the Buddha statue had peeled off, revealing the decayed structure within—there were even several large holes in some spots. It would pain the heart of a devout Buddhist to see the statue in this state.

Chen Hao gazed at the Buddha statue with sharp eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, this was a Buddha statue that could be easily destroyed. But in Chen Hao’s eyes, he saw something different.

He saw a golden glow hidden in the Buddha statue’s body, and it was continuously dissipating at a very mild rate.

This golden glow seemed to be of the same color as the light-yellow Dragon Energy in Stream Mountain, but they differed greatly in their natures.

The Dragon Energy in Stream Mountain felt rich and heavy, accepting of everything on earth.

As for this golden glow, although it was bright and peaceful, it had a masculine vibe, like that of the sun.

The power of faith! It was often manifested in a more tangible form as incense offerings.

Chen Hao gasped.

If this thing truly exists, doesn’t that imply that Bodhisattva, Arhat, and Gautama Buddha really exist in Buddhism?

How powerful is such an existence?

But it shouldn’t be the case.

Since it exists, why did none of these legendary big bosses appear during China’s calamity?

The puzzled Chen Hao carefully sized up the Buddha statue.

Although the power of faith existed, this statue was definitely a dead object. Other than the power of faith, there didn’t seem anything special about it.

Also, the power of faith was dissipating right now. This was the most suspicious point.

If the Buddhism gods, or even the Buddhism masters, existed, they wouldn’t sit by and do nothing as this pure power of belief dissipated. To the gods, this was the root of their strength!

Were there some changes between heaven and earth, causing the deities up there to vanish, or was there some other reason?

Chen Hao was puzzled. But very soon he gave up guessing.

What right had a small fry like him to worry about the deities up there?

He’d better worry more about himself.

Shaking his head, Chen Hao stared at that ball of power of faith, deep in thought.

Chen Hao had discovered when he entered Spring Temple that, not far from the construction site, there was black energy everywhere. However, there wasn’t any of that black energy in the temple.