"That monk is Long Poman?" Li Qingyuan asked with some uncertainty. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I saw that on the top of the white marble square, a nine-story lotus platform had been erected, and a monk was sitting on it talking about scriptures that he couldn't understand, and the believers below were all sitting cross-legged and listening quietly.

Although these believers didn't make the slightest sound, this square was too huge, and with nearly 10,000 people together, even the sound of breathing was enough to cover out any sound!

However, the monk obviously did not use any modern instruments and equipment, but nearly 10,000 people could clearly hear his preaching, even the two of them standing in the corner.

"God is chattering, these monks must have buried a microphone in the ground!" Teng Xiaoxia immediately turned into a senior detective and began to reason.

If you tell her, she won't understand! So Li Qingyuan didn't bother to explain to her.

This should be the magic power of Buddhism's 'King Kong Lion Zen', not to mention other Buddhism, the cost of this Zen singing kung fu alone, it is much higher than Taoism!

It's a pity that they still made a mistake in their practice, and the lotus flower with their tongues blown on their mouths is not as powerful as the blades under the hands of Jehovah and Muhammad, so they can use their hands as little as possible.

Although this monk has never fought before, I don't know how hard he is working underneath, but seeing his big belly and poop, his face is full of red light, and he looks like a middle-aged rich Maitreya Buddha, as if it doesn't match the image of the master in his memory!

Teng Xiaoxia hurriedly inquired with the nearby monk who was patrolling, and then said:

"This is not the presiding master of Dawang Temple, Long Po Man, but the first Zen master here!"

I said, if you are qualified to be called a guru, you have to look seventy or eighty years old, and you will have to look solemn! This monk is no more than forty years old, and he should not think so.

"And where did their host go?" Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can win all battles, this fat monk showed his kung fu of King Kong lion roar, which made Li Qingyuan have a little understanding of his combat effectiveness.

Looking at his physique and honor, it is estimated that he is three or five times stronger than ordinary people, and compared to himself, there is still a distance.

I just don't know what the strength of the host is, if it's similar to this fat monk, it shouldn't be difficult to steal relics at night!

"The monk said that they went out a few days ago and were not in the temple for the time being." Originally, the news that the abbot master went out should not be said to the pilgrims, but it was obvious that the monk had not yet understood the law of red face and white bones, and Teng Xiaoxia was a little angry, and he would recruit everything.

"That's good!" Looks like God help me!

Li Qingyuan was very determined, it was estimated that the Buddha couldn't get used to seeing these disciples and grandchildren swaggering and deceiving in his name, and wanted to borrow his own hands to clean them up.

"Savadica!"

"Savadica!"

The ancient city of Kulis was originally the capital of the Thonburi Dynasty, but due to wars and environmental changes, it has now become an inaccessible forest ruins.

On weekdays, tigers and snakes are rampant here, insects are everywhere, and except for some scientific research workers, there will be no human beings at all.

But now, it's bustling with people, and it's full of people.

It had been 60 years since no one in Siam had held a Thonburi conference, and this time Ibu Azan took advantage of the opportunity of the dragon to open this conference, and not only all the people who received the invitation came, but even those who did not receive the invitation also came secretly.

Even not only in Siam, but also in the neighboring Annam, Jiaozhi, Subodan, Lijiapo, and even the great witch of Borneo came to join in the fun, it can be said that now the entire ancient city of Kuris has gathered almost all the underground dark forces in the entire Nanyang.

Ordinary people have never imagined to meet superpowers in their lives, and now hundreds or thousands of people have gathered here in an instant, plus these masters, high monks and witches, there are no ten or eight disciples of the sect, so this was originally a deserted ancient city, but now there is an overcrowded scene.

There are many people, there are many rights and wrongs, no, Ibu Azan just sat down and was about to take a sip of tea, but before the teacup was in his hand, he saw his second apprentice rushing in again.

"Master, it's not good! Master Maasis of Annan and Guru Ackerman of Srivijaya are fighting! ”

Ibu Azan almost squirted out a sip of tea, Malegobi's, in the end, there is no end.

These bastards always have to fight three or five times a day, after all, this circle is so big, and they often cause conflicts between the two sides for a cross-border issue.

It's just that everyone sits in the headquarters on weekdays, and they don't deal with each other much, and they all have to solve everything by the disciples of the sect, and it is very difficult to encounter a king-to-king situation like now.

Although he can't wait to let those idle guys who have nothing to do to do be beaten to death, but as the organizer of the conference, he can't die before the meeting starts, isn't that a big joke!

So Ibu Azan had no choice but to sadly pick up his nine-bone staff and rush towards the place where the two were fighting.

"You thief, the old man's disciple helped me collect materials, you even bullied the big and the small with your identity, and killed my apprentice, it's really too hateful, the old man is going to have a fight with you today, so that you know that our Annan is not easy to mess with!" Master Mathese of Annam, an old man in his seventies with a goatee, dressed in colorful clothes and with two pigtails on his head, looked like those psychiatric hospitals.

As for his opponent, Master Ackerman of Srivijaya, that person seems to be much more good-looking.

"Amitabha!" Master Ackerman was dressed in a big red robe, with nine incense scars on his head, and a string of golden prayer beads, and the whole person looked dignified.

"Donor, your disciples are wantonly killing in the territory of my Three Buddhas, stealing the Zihe car in order to practice the nine sons and ghost mothers, and killing seventeen pregnant women for no reason, such angry and resentful things, the poor monks have encountered them, how can they not care!"

As soon as Master Ackerman said this, all the onlookers who were eating melons looked at Mathese with disdain.

The Nine Sons and Ghost Mother, naturally, is to be practiced with nine pregnant women waiting to give birth and the fetus in the womb, although it is said to be powerful, but it is really a bit hurtful.

Of course, for them, the life and death of mortals will never be taken into account, but Maasis is at a loss first, and now he is still looking for a scene, which is really a bit surprising.