Gupanjian

According to the county annals, there is an ancient temple in the west of the city with a headless Buddha whose hands are always clasped together. On a cloudy and rainy night, my palms open by themselves, as if they are waiting for something. No one knows what it is waiting for. Many years later, thirteen girls walked into the temple on a rainy night. They each have their own reasons and their own secrets. Some want to survive, some want to win, and some are just curious. There is a line of words engraved on the threshold. They glanced at it and stepped over. After that night, the temple was still the same temple. The Buddha is still the same Buddha. The hands are still folded. But a few people were missing. No one found out. No one remembers. Only Buddha knows - he waited for something, but it was not enough. So it's still waiting.