Chapter 563

The hinterland of the Western Regions is also known as the Western Heaven Buddha Region.

It is said that there are tens of thousands of temples, large and small, and tens of millions of monks officially ordained, and hundreds of millions of believers enshrine these temples and monks.

The people living here basically believe in and worship Buddhism, and willingly dedicate everything to the Buddhism in the Western Regions.

Some believers are even more fanatical!

When Wang Chen, who had just been teleported over, came back to his senses, he saw an extremely shocking scene.

On the huge square, countless people crawled in darkness.

They threw themselves towards the Buddhist temple, chanting Sanskrit in their mouths, and their dark and thin faces were full of piety.

The prayers of countless people gathered together, which had a great impact on the monks including Wang Chen on the spot!
Sanskrit into the brain!

Wang Chen's complexion changed, and he immediately held Yuan Shouyi to guard his mind, and his own consciousness instantly sank into the ancient Taoist tablet entrenched in the sea of ​​consciousness.

But Wang Chen was protected by an ancient Taoist stele, and other sect monks were not so lucky.

But most of the monks were restless.

"Amitabha~"

The huge square suddenly became quiet.

Shout out!

I really can't wait to find a seam in the ground and get in.

Many people let out a long breath.

"Cough cough!"

clank!

I saw a female cultivator in a white skirt holding a phoenix qin in her arms, pressing her slender fingers on the strings, with a dignified expression on her clear and beautiful face.

As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply again.

"This matter must not be left alone!"

Everyone suddenly felt that a bucket of ice water was poured on their heads, and their minds suddenly became peaceful and peaceful, and the Sanskrit sounds coming from all directions were greatly weakened.

When the monks of Xuanyuan Temple brought tea and exited the side hall, all the cultivators immediately discussed and were filled with righteous indignation.

It was Xu Yingyi of the Canglan Sect.

But this monk has a brave temperament, and would rather compromise his cultivation than spit out this mouthful of blood.

And the cultivator kneeling on the ground also came to his senses and got up blushing.

Some were pale, with sweat protruding from their foreheads, and the veins were bulging, revealing a bit of embarrassment and pain.

A rough-looking monk stared and shouted: "Is this the way of hospitality in Buddhism?"

Xu Yingyi clapped her hands: "Well said, do you dare to ask my junior sister's name?"

It has no effect on him anymore.

Some sat cross-legged on the ground, closed their eyes and ears, and urged their profound skills to counteract.

Their majestic cultivators from the Zifu now have to rely on a female cultivator to protect themselves.

"Bah!"

However, the ancient Taoist tablet had helped Wang Chen survive the crisis several times, and he was able to glimpse a little of the true face, and thus mastered some tricks to use the power of the Taoist tablet.

At this moment, the sonorous and powerful sound of the piano suddenly reached everyone's ears.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound of the piano in unison.

All the cast-off believers turned their heads to look at Wang Chen and the others, with cold and indifferent expressions in their eyes.

"I just want to know, what do these bald donkeys want to do?"

"never mind."

When Wang Chen's mind and will were aligned with the ancient Taoist stele, the Sanskrit sounds from the outside world were suddenly inaudible.

The cultivators were so angry that their teeth itched, and they felt it was very difficult!
They are determined to suffer from this dark loss.

Everyone looked at each other.

So Xu Yingyi spoke, and everyone went down the donkey along the slope, and went to the side hall to rest under the guidance of the Zhike of Xuanyuan Temple.

Everyone suddenly came to their senses and expressed their gratitude to each other.

Some took several pictures of talismans on themselves in a row, inspiring a burst of aura to resist the all-pervasive soul-snatching Sanskrit.

Xu Yingyi nodded, and looked at the rough monk again: "Brother Hu, are you alright?"

A monk suddenly said, "Let's go."

His roar was like a thunderclap, rolling in all directions, overwhelming the mantra chanted by countless believers.

This Canglan Sect disciple still had some face, many people kept their mouths shut, wanting to hear what he had to say.

"This group of monks is too much!"

She danced with her five fingers, and the sound of the piano was continuous, and after a while, her forehead was dripping with sweat!
Many monks showed shame.

"Damn it, I really want to fuck him hard!"

"So it's Junior Sister Yan."

Zhitong bowed again: "All masters, please..."

This is a special spell of the purple mansion rank, similar to the lion's roar of Buddhism, it has the power to shock the soul.

The hall quickly fell silent.

The rough monk snorted coldly, swallowing the hot blood rushing down his throat.

In fact, he is already very lucky. Once his mind is completely lost, he will become a fanatical follower of Buddhism.

There is a possibility of falling at any time!
One of the monks knelt down on the spot, with compassion and madness on his face.

At this moment, several monks in yellow robes appeared in front of all the cultivators after a long delay.

Xu Yingyi has a smooth personality and is good at communication, and he has been to the Western Regions to observe ceremonies as a representative of the sect many times. He knows many monks present and has a good relationship.

As the representatives of the sect, these monks are all elites in the sect. Few of them could swallow their anger today after taking a slap in the face for no reason.

The female cultivator of the Tianqin Sect pursed her lips and replied, "Little sister Yan Xixi."

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person with your hand. This Zhike monk has an impeccable attitude and keeps his posture so low that people don't know how to do it if they want to have a fit.

The ancient Taoist stele is extremely mysterious, and Wang Chen's understanding of this treasure is not even the tip of the iceberg.

Lose yourself forever!

"I'm very sorry, the Lingjia flying boat that was escorting you was delayed on the way, please go to the side hall to rest for a while."

Chilling!

In an instant, there was a commotion.

The problem is that everyone doesn't know how to deal with this method of Buddhism. You can't fight those believers who are kneeling and praying here, right?
These Buddhist believers are basically ordinary people, and they can easily kill a hundred or eighty people with one spell, but no one can bear the serious consequences caused by it.

There was a faint redness on the pretty face of the Tianqin Sect nun, Yingying stood up and returned the salute: "The Taoist sect is in harmony with each other, and it should be the assistant of the watchman. Brothers, you don't have to be polite."

And a few weak-willed monks were caught off guard and their consciousness was taken away, their eyes were blank and struggling, like a drowning person trying to grab straws, but they didn't get anything.

Although the imperial edict he uttered just now suppressed the soul-snatching Sanskrit sound, it also suffered a great backlash. At this moment, the blood in his body was churning, and he had already suffered serious internal injuries.

Xu Yingyi coughed twice, and then saluted the female cultivator in white skirt sitting beside her: "This junior sister of the Tianqin Sect, thank you for taking the initiative to relieve the crisis just now."

Among them, the leading monk, fat-headed and big-eared, bowed with a smile and said, "My little monk, Xuanyuan Temple, is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. I have seen all of you masters."

Xu Yingyi stood up and said, "Everyone be quiet!"

He was one of the few monks who saw the other party's injury.

The rough monk shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "I can't die."

"Buddha is really deceiving people too much!"

Xu Yingyi's expression froze, and he said in a deep voice: "Fellow daoists, if we swallow this breath this time, it will definitely damage the reputation of the sect, whether it is tolerable or unbearable!"
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The first one is sent.

(End of this chapter)

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