When one person recites the scriptures, the momentum is naturally not as good as the collective chanting.

Even Ou Fuhai and the others sounded very bored, and they couldn't understand what the teacher was saying during class, so they sat there drooping their eyelids and fell asleep.

Time passed little by little, and in this peaceful atmosphere, Ning Yuan continued to massage Zhang Ying's bare feet.

Zhang Ying's expression was relaxed, the other party's two big hands seemed to have magic power, and the skin was hot where they passed, this feeling was similar to the body maintaining a posture for a long time, and suddenly stretching his waist, which was extremely cool.

The sense of comfort is getting stronger and stronger, and when she reaches a certain peak, she subconsciously opens her red lips and moans long: "Uh~~~~"

In an instant, everyone in the living room cast suspicious glances at her.

Zhang Yingqiao's face was flushed, and she picked up a cushion to cover her face in a little panic, and then lifted it and erected it on the left side to block everyone's view, raised her head slightly and glared at Ning Yuan fiercely.

The latter looked puzzled, I didn't ask you to call it, why are you staring at me?

Immediately, the corners of her mouth pulled back a wicked smile, and the knuckles of her middle fingers protruded from her fist in her right hand, and pressed hard against the acupoints in the center of her feet!

"Ah~~~!"

The indescribable feeling came, Zhang Ying couldn't help but raise her little face and let out a tactful moan, but this was not over.

Ning Yuan's right fist spiraled, and the other party's shout also became: "Uh~~~En~Woowoo......"

The voice is coquettish, and it can simply seduce people's souls.

Later, she reacted and immediately covered her mouth with her hands, and a series of whimperes came out.

Making such a humiliating voice in front of several elders really made her want to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Zhang Ying wanted to cry without tears, and said secretly: "Death Ning Yuan stinks Ning Yuan! Big tail pervert shameless hooligan! I, I, I, I ...... You wait for this girl, I will clean you up sooner or later, lose the dead, lose the dead, what should I do?"

Ning Yuan was unmoved by her threatening eyes, but instead shook his fist and prepared to increase the intensity.

Zhang Ying's heart tightened, and her attitude immediately softened, and she looked at him with pleading eyes.

Ning Yuan didn't go too far, he was just joking just now, and he was too much.

Zhang Haisheng's face was black, after hearing this voice, the old friend looked at his expression very intriguing, and he was quite helpless in his heart, now young people flirt without looking at time and place?

With that in mind, he got up and walked to the door of the living room and beckoned to a maid.

The other party walked into the living room lightly and helped Zhang Ying upstairs.

Zhang Haisheng sat beside Ning Yuan and whispered, "Do you need to follow and take a look?"

Ning Yuan replied expressionlessly: "I'll talk about it later." ”

In his heart, he secretly complained, the maid left the lonely man and widow in the same room, I kneaded and pinched your daughter, you are so relieved?

After about ten minutes, he chuckled and said to himself, "Here we are!"

As the round-eyed monk recited the Buddhist scriptures in a frustrated manner, as if he had completed communication with something, the living room appeared in all directions, and there seemed to be no Sanskrit singing in all directions.

And the source of this sound is the red sandalwood twigs on the coffee table.

At first, it was not obvious, and no one cared, but as the Buddha chanted more and more loudly, finally someone seemed to be roaring in his ear, which was deafening.

The round-eyebrow monk opened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

Immediately, he jumped up like a burning buttocks, stood on the sofa and stammered in shock: "This, this, ......this, this, this."

"If I smell it, if I smell it. ”

"Don't say it, don't say it. ”

"A thousand eons measured, a thousand eons measured, can't know, can't know ......"

No one recited the Jizo Sutra, but every sentence was resounded twice, overlapping and overlapping.

The red sandalwood twigs wrapped in a faint white light, and the surging Buddha power surged in the living room, permeating every corner.

Everyone felt like they were soaking in a hot spring, their whole body was warm, and even some sub-health symptoms such as weakness and fatigue were slightly improved.

Ning Yuan had a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was not surprising.

Before, because there were no ghosts and monsters around, I only regarded 60,000-year-old red sandalwood as a precious wood.

In fact, this kind of thing, which has grown on the plane of ten thousand Buddhas for tens of thousands of years, contains terrifying and incomparable Buddha power.

To put it bluntly, if the body of the Yanqing Ghost King appears, and the Buddha power in the two-meter-long rosewood is channeled out, it can instantly turn into flying ashes and destroy its form and spirit!

Although this section has only grown for a few thousand years, it should not be underestimated.

The round-eyed monk seemed to think of something, and knelt on the sofa excitedly, throwing himself on the ground, and bowing to the red sandalwood branches.

His lips trembled, and his expression roared feverishly: "The power of the Buddha's grand wish is actually the power of the Buddha's grand wish!"

After speaking, he bowed to the ground nine times.

This monk, who has always been calm and indifferent, was so excited that he couldn't control himself at this time.

The majestic sound of the Jizo Sutra sounded for a while, gradually becoming smaller, lighter, and finally disappearing completely.

Ning Yuan found a very strange thing, on the earth, people worship the Three Qing Daozun, Buddha, Heavenly Emperor, etc., many planes have their legends.

Apparently these creatures are real and have terrifying identities.

The round-eyed monk wept bitterly, and kept chanting in his mouth: "The treasure of Buddhism, the treasure of Buddhism." ”

Ning Yuan couldn't stand it a little, and comforted: "Master, don't be like this, just take it if you like it." ”

"Really?" The round-eyebrow monk was overjoyed, and quickly stood up and bowed ninety degrees to him and bowed to salute, but he dodged it and helped him up.

The former reached out and held the flower pot in his arms, and his scalp was numb when he saw his pious look.

Zhang Haisheng immediately red-eyed: "Xiaoyuan can't do it! How can the things sent out be transferred to others?"

I didn't recognize the value of red sandalwood shoots before, so it naturally didn't matter.

Now seeing its terrifying power, it would be a fool to be unmoved!

Ning Yuan turned his head and whispered a few words to him, Zhang Haisheng suddenly let out a sigh, but he still said with a painful face: "Okay, okay, you are in charge, I won't mix." ”

Ou Fuhai and his wife stared at the red sandalwood branches, scratching their ears and cheeks anxiously.

With this thing here, what kind of bullshit ghost king is my son afraid of!

Isn't it just that I want to live a peaceful life after all these years of running around? Now that the opportunity is right in front of us, how can we not strive for it?

Ou Fuhai hurriedly trotted to Ning Yuan's side: "Ning Xiansen, give this thing away, no! sell it to me, the price is satisfactory to you!"

As he spoke, he shook his right palm with both hands, shook it vigorously and said, "You are satisfied!"

Before Ning Yuan could speak, the round-eyebrow monk angrily reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense, this is a sacred relic of Buddhism, how can it be measured by money? Even if it is lost, I will notify the Huaxia Buddhist Association and find it at all costs!"

Ou Fuhai's eyebrows wrinkled into Sichuan characters, and his head was big for a while.

He looked at Ning Yuan anxiously: "Ning Xiansen, look ......"

Ning Yuan smiled and said softly: "You two don't need to fight, I'll show you a clear way, the Sun family in this city knows, right? They also have a 60,000-year-old evil spirit-warding holy sandalwood, which is much stronger than this in terms of year and effect, you can come to the door to inquire." ”

"Sun Huizhong?"

"Sun Rice Bucket?"

The round-eyebrow monk and Ou Fuhai were stunned for a moment, and said one after another.

Ning Yuan looked puzzled and nodded, the former is indeed a person, it is Sun Feixue's father, the contemporary Sun family in power.

As for the latter one, which is more like a nickname, I don't know who came up with it.

The round eyebrows turned and ran away, as if there was a big wolf dog chasing him behind him.

Waving his hand to a few people with his back, the voice came from afar: "Please forgive the poor monk for being rude, and confess his sins in the future." ”

Ou Fuhai hurriedly picked up his son, who was already awake: "I'll go to visit now, I will keep this matter in mind, and I will definitely thank you when I am done." ”

After saying that, he and the beautiful woman left in a hurry.

Ning Yuan called Sun Feixue and told her that the 60,000-year-old red sandalwood contained the secret of Buddha power, and explained it again.

At noon on the same day, the northwestern suburbs of Yunzhou City heard the Buddha singing, and the sound was clearly audible ten kilometers away.

Some people even claim to have seen a two-story translucent golden Buddha statue suspended in the air for a long time.