Borjigin Nian and the others were quite terrified!
Each of them, like mummies, stiffly withdrew their gaze from the crowd on the ground, and turned their heads to look at Little Monk Bu Jie...
At some unknown time, the large wooden fish had disappeared!
Replaced by the little wooden fish, which looked just as they had seen it before, broken and worn from years of striking...
It was held tightly in Little Monk Bu Jie's arms...
Looking further up, there was Little Monk Bu Jie's solemn little face, drenched in sweat...
Silence!
An eerie silence!
In the dead quiet, the crowd suddenly didn't know how to describe their current feelings!
Shock, astonishment?
No!
These words are too weak!
They stood there, clearly looking at Little Monk Bu Jie, only inches away, yet there was a feeling as if they and Little Monk Bu Jie were not in the same time and space...
