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The people of Shaolin Temple saw Fang Shi Yan chalky in the field, and they were instantly overwhelmed by the crowd around them, and they almost vomited blood in a hurry.

"Uncle Hui Wu, let's go save the abbot!"

"—Jing Shizu, this can't be done, this-more than 100 people-people-go down, and the abbot will save them all flat. ”

"Senior Brother Huijian, you give me the queen of the palace, and watch my Huiniu go and rescue the abbot!"

In the end, it was the new head of the Bodhi Hall - Jing spoke: "Amitabha, don't be impatient, the abbot is supernatural, beyond what we can imagine, the poor monk believes that the abbot will be safe and sound, and he will succeed!"

After speaking, the net plate sat on the ground, silently chanting the Buddha and chanting sutras, bless Huo Wuzhen and peace.

Seeing this, the others sat down helplessly, but they didn't have the patience to chant the scriptures, staring at the chalk in the field, if they saw that the abbot was injured, they would definitely fight to save the abbot.

At this moment, those monks, Toutuo, bandits and others unexpectedly worked together, as long as they were close to Huo Wuzhen, they all took action.

They are not fuel-efficient lamps in the first place, they are usually used to provoking others and flying high, where you can see this abbot so arrogant in front of himself and others.

At this moment, all the hearts of the people are united, vowing to trample this nasty bald donkey into a meatloaf!

Huo Wuzhen was surrounded by more than a dozen people, and the people behind him couldn't intervene, only to see that the surroundings were densely packed with feet, because Huo Wuzhen was sitting, so people chose to step on it.

Huo Wuzhen was unmoved, and silently ran the golden bell jar.

An upside-down golden bell appeared on the surface of the body, and Huo Wuzhen's whole person was detained inside, without a gap in the silk.

When the feet of the people arrived, they all stepped on the Admiralty.

—A series of buzzing sounds sounded, and the feet of these people were all bounced off, without causing Huo Wuzhen the slightest damage.

"Oh no! This monk has Admiralty!"

"No wonder you dare to say that you don't fight back, with the Golden Bell Hood Protector, who can break it?"

"Don't worry, we are all using internal force to attack now, and the Golden Bell Jar also needs internal force to maintain, the more we shoot, the greater his consumption, as long as his internal force can't keep up, Jin Zhongcui will be broken!"

These people shouted and screamed, and they quickly came up with a solution, and began to take out their own housekeeping skills, fist skills, foot skills, palm wind, finger brushing, etc., and greeted Huo Wuji.

Those who couldn't reach the back simply jumped up in the air and fell from the sky towards Huo Wuzhen.

- Time, the sound of collision was everywhere, the palm wind was whistling, surrounding Huo Wuzhen, forming a huge mass of human flesh, the people in front of him attacked desperately, the people behind desperately squeezed in, countless people jumped up and jumped, and fell from the sky.

After the Shaolin monks in the back heard about the golden bell jar, they all let go of their hearts, but they couldn't help but be shocked when they saw such a terrifying scene.

It's not enough to have a golden bell jar alone, and the passive defense will be broken sooner or later, but the active attack is obviously not realistic, and everyone there is stacked up, and they don't want to use any tricks, I'm afraid they won't even be able to pull out a posture.

Huo Wuzhen sat chalky in the middle of the venue, silently feeling the defensive ability of the Xijin bell jar.

What the system says - it must be accurate, the day after tomorrow can't be broken is not broken, as long as you still have internal force, the golden bell jar can't be broken.

These people are basically in the middle and late stages of the day after tomorrow, and there are only three or two of them who want to break their own Jin Zhongcui, which is simply wishful thinking. ...,

But it will definitely not work in the long run, - direct defense, and sooner or later the internal force will be exhausted due to consumption.

"It's time!"

Huo Wuzhen finally opened his eyes, and the surroundings were already airtight, in all directions, above his head, there were at least thirty or forty people around, and the people behind him were still rushing up, and he couldn't even see the slightest light.

But that's just right, the denser the better!

Huo Wuzhen opened his mouth and opened his mouth to read: "Nan Wu Amitabha!"

This is not an ordinary chanting, but the Sanskrit sound supernatural power used by Huo Wuzhen.

- There is no Amitabha Buddha in Shengnan, and it goes directly into the minds of everyone!

All the people paused, the scene was so noisy and chaotic, I am afraid that the thunder could not be heard, who was chanting the Buddha?

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Seeing the effect, Huo Wuzhen simply closed his eyes and read it out loud.

Now all the people gathered around Huo Wuzhen, and even simply lay on the top of the golden bell jar, more than 100 people stayed within a radius of ten meters, and the voice of chanting Buddha completely entered the minds of these people.

This kind of Buddha sound is not transmitted through the ears, even if you are deaf, you can't avoid it.

"Well, this monk is so noisy!"

These people are all frowning, and there is no one who meditates, of course they will feel that Huo Wuzhen's Buddha horn is noisy.

Sanskrit sound is like that, the calmer you are, the less powerful it becomes, and you can even ignore it, but the more irritated you feel, the noisier it becomes.

"Fight! Keep fighting! Let this monk shut up!"

These people don't know that this Buddha sound is directly acting on their minds, and they are still rushing up one after another, the people in front are desperately beating the golden bell jar, and the people in the back are trying their best to get up and feet.

The noisier the sound of the Buddha, the more uncomfortable they became, and the more desperate they attacked.

Huo Wuzhen was not moved at all, but suddenly added the technique of the lion's roar and began to read it out.

After learning Sanskrit, Huo Wuzhen thought of this, and practiced secretly, but he didn't test the object...... I didn't know what I thought, and this moment was just the time to be verified

Sanskrit sounds can really be pronounced with the roar of a lion!

This is amazing, the already noisy Sanskrit sound explodes directly in people's minds!

"Boom!"

Everyone felt the world spinning and they were unsteady on their feet.

"Everyone be careful, this monk can roar as a lion, everyone quickly plug their ears. ”

Someone immediately reminded that these people didn't care about attacking Huo Wuzhen, and they covered their ears one after another.

But it was useless to cover your ears, and the huge sound of "Nan no Amitabha" was still like thunder in my mind, and many people had fallen to the ground.

"Oh no, this voice is going to shake me to death!"

"The poor monk can't stand it anymore!"

"Everyone, use internal force to resist, internal force can effectively resist the lion's roar!"

These are operating internal forces again to resist the increasing impact, which is really terrible, and the head is going to explode.

But I never thought that the internal force was useless, how to operate the internal force in my mind, the Sanskrit sound of the sound, like the spring thunder, exploded one after another.

A lot of people started rolling with their heads in their hands.

"Don't read it! Don't read it!

"Stop, monk, you win, I'll join Shaolin!"

Huo Wuzhen didn't pay attention to these people at all, but instead increased his efforts again, and tried to use other words again.

This Sanskrit chanting can only be Buddhist words, the content of the Buddhist scriptures will be valid, and everything else is invalid, Huo Wuzhen recited "put down the butcher's knife and become ......a Buddha on the ground" at this time.

The lion's roar is not good, it is a shock, it is a rumble. ...,

Some of the bandits, the monks, even had blood stains on their mouths and noses, and the more than 160 people present were rolling on the spot, each holding his head in his hands, in agony.

The Shaolin disciples outside the curtain were stunned.

They could only hear Fang Zao chanting the Buddha loudly, but they didn't have any other feelings, because the effective distance of Huo Wuzhen's Sanskrit sound level was within ten meters, and beyond this distance, it was completely turned into listening with their ears.

It was because these bandits were too dense that they were hit by Huo Wuzhen, and they were all stunned.

If any of the thieves sat down smoothly and calmly at this time, Huo Wuzhen's Sanskrit voice would have become a loud shout, which would have no effect.

But where do these bandit leaders understand this truth, they only know how to resist desperately, but they don't know that the more you resist, the more painful it becomes.

"—Uncle Jing, what's wrong with these people?"

All the Shaolin disciples didn't understand, why the abbot shouted loudly, and these people became like this in pain, which was a little unreasonable.

—After a pause—before he said with difficulty: "Maybe...... Maybe the abbot used a spell. ”

As a person who practices martial arts, he can use spells to describe Huo Wuzhen's performance at the moment, and it can be seen that Jing is not sure what method Huo Wuzhen is using.

In fact, it is very simple for this Brahman to know the truth, and as long as your skill reaches the innate level, and you bombard Huo Wuzhen's golden bell jar with all your strength, you can break it in a few clicks, and you are not afraid of this Sanskrit sound at all.

But these people present did not have a congenital nature, which made Huo Wuzhen's Sanskrit sound a weapon of mass destruction.

At this time, Huo Wuzhen changed the sentence again: "The bitter sea is boundless, and turning back is the shore." ”

This sentence was not pronounced using the sound of a lion's roar, and the minds of those people were clear, and they looked up at the abbot in astonishment.

"Turn back to the shore!"

The sound of a lion's roar again.

All of them trembled, and they all came to Huo Wuzhen, and more than 100 people kowtowed in unison: "Abbot, I turn back, I turn back, I am a monk." ”

"Fang Gong, you must not read it again, I will do whatever you ask me to do, I can dig out a lot of dung for Shaolin, please don't read it." ”

Looking at these people who kowtowed like pounding garlic and worshiped one after another, Huo Wuzhen smiled slightly: "Are you really willing to join me Shaolin?"

"Sincerely, if we repent, heaven and earth will be destroyed!"

"Promise sincerity, if you are not sincere, abbot, you will recite the Buddha and die to me. ”

"Well, since you're all sincere, sit down. ”

Hearing Huo Wuzhen's words, these people hurriedly all sat cross-legged and sat in front of Huo Wuzhen, black and pressing.

That's when something happened that they would never forget.

The abbot on the opposite side, the golden light like a red sun appeared in the back of his head, appearing out of thin air without any warning, like the Buddha coming into the world, and all the people, including the Shaolin disciples, were stunned.

"Amitabha, since you are truly obedient to my Buddha and entered my Shaolin, then the poor monk will recite to you - all the Prajna Heart Sutra to cleanse your soul. ”

This time, the soft voice went straight into everyone's minds.

If it was Fang Cai, these people would definitely not have the heart to listen to any Prajna Heart Sutra, but now it sounds like a heavenly sound.

Unconsciously, everyone slowly closed their eyes, listening to the abbot of the god and Buddha in front of them chanting gently, and their hearts were empty.

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Defense: I would like to dedicate this chapter to all Shaolin heroes! Let me Shaolin enter the top ten! You have worked hard!

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