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The temple was so dark with no lights that even the gods enshrined in the Buddhist niches could not be seen clearly. The cold wind blew in from the crack in the door, blowing the hanging curtains into the air. The sound was like the flapping of bat wings at night, which sounded very strange. A figure knelt on the futon in front of the Buddhist niche and was bowing respectfully. He kowtowed three times in succession, then knelt straight and chanted softly, but it was not a pious prayer, but a vicious curse: "My God, Empress Nuwa, you don't have to There is no kindness left anymore. The world has betrayed you for a long time. They no longer have respect or obedience for you. I..." Suddenly, the two doors made a "squeak" sound. The man suddenly turned his head, only to find that it was just the wind blowing the door and there was nothing abnormal.
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