"Actually, above the Thousand Buddha Hands, there is a stronger move, the name - Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect!"

Gently stroked the white beard, swept the floor and revealed the answer.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty?"

Airplanes!

The sound fell, and the monks shook.

"The Thousand Buddha's Hands is a simplified version of the Ten Thousand Buddhas' Dynasty. The black-robed monk also spoke.

"Because the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect is too difficult, Master Zu was only barely able to master it back then. The white-robed monk sighed slightly.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty, this is my Leiyin Temple, the highest martial arts, but unfortunately in addition to the ancestor master, it is the Zhongxing patriarch, and he can't urge it. ”

"This skill is very strong, it is an immortal's move, once it is played, it can naturally be born a Buddha and burn everything. ”

"Amitabha!"

The eight eminent monks sighed one after another and said the answer.

"In this way, what is this Wang Chulan, ......?" Master Lei snorted, and his heart suddenly swelled up, a very bad feeling.

"In Tibet, there is a saying of the reincarnation of a living Buddha, in fact, in our Han land, this is also the case. ”

The old voice of the sweeping monk sounded again with the wind: "Wang Shaoxia is only eighteen years old, but he can dominate the audience with Buddhism, don't you think it's strange?"

This......

Airplanes!

The voice fell, and the head of the instrument said in shock: "Senior, do you mean to say that my brother Wang Chulan, he turned out to be ......"

"Meet the Patriarch!" the black-robed Ancestor suddenly knelt on the ground.

"Meet the Patriarch!"

"Meet the Patriarch!"

……

"Meet the Patriarch!"

Poof!

Poof!

In an instant, the eight great monks all knelt at the feet of Wang Chulan.

Quiet!

The audience, death-like, quiet!

At this moment, all the monks of Leiyin Temple looked at each other and fell into great terror.

"If nothing else, Wang Shaoxia is either an immortal or the reincarnation of an ancestor. ”

The sweeping monk said with emotion: "No matter what the result is, Wang Shaoxia is a god to Leiyin Temple!"

The voice fell, and the sweeping monk flicked his big sleeves, poofed, and knelt at Wang Chulan's feet.

"Although the poor monk is not a disciple of Leiyin Temple, he has attained the Tao because of Leiyin Temple, and the little monk is nameless and has seen his predecessors. ”

Boom!

After speaking, the sweeping monk shook his head and slammed it on the ground, and his tone was full of respect.

Thundered!

A bolt from the blue!

This scene, everyone who watched it, was shocked.

"No wonder the head of the sect, he is not very old, but he is so rebellious, it turns out that he is a living Buddha!" the young Taoist priest trembled.

"Heaven does not give birth to King Chu Lan, eternity is as long as a long night!" Sun Yaowang looked excited.

"Haha, my brother, Living Buddha!" the head of the instrument grinned, and his mouth was almost closed.

"I'll wait, meet the seniors!"