The old monk raised his arms and shouted, and more than 100 people next to him also raised their arms together, using all their strength and shouting loudly: "Esoteric-yana, Bole Bole......"

After such a neat and uniform shout, the atmosphere in the field suddenly began to be warm, and four little Indian monks with bare backbones and gray bloomers came out of nowhere, shaking three bronze rattles in their hands, and walked through the crowd with solemn and strange steps, with solemn and solemn expressions.

An ethereal sound similar to Sanskrit chanting and aria came from an unknown place, at first I thought it was the effect of the sound, but soon I found out that something was wrong, this is real, it is definitely more than a dozen people chanting in unison, which seems to use different pronunciation techniques, including mantras, mantras, hoomai and ethereal Sanskrit chanting, which makes people listen to it, and they feel that there is an illusory feeling of fluttering and detached soul.

Then the old monk actually stood up, sat directly cross-legged, and levitated out of thin air.

The pure cotton robe on his body hunted the wind, and then took a mutton fat white jade net bottle from the hand of the beautiful woman, took an orchid finger in his right hand, put it in the bottle and dipped it, and sprinkled some kind of oil-like liquid on the circle of people closest to him, and the baptized person respectfully bowed his head to the ground, as if the old Indian monk who was about to die in front of him was the reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Able to rise into the air with his body, this old Indian monk is definitely an admirable practitioner, we all bow our heads, dare not speak, try to restrain our breath, open the world ring, let ourselves be like a most ordinary participant, inconspicuous.

This ritual of sprinkling pure water from the net bottle lasted about ten minutes, and the old Indian monk also hung in the air for ten minutes, a second is not less, when he passed by us, I learned from the person next to me, tightly lowered my head, did not dare to look aside, I felt a huge breath passing behind me, and then the back of the head was cool, and the smell was fragrant.

I knew that this was the effect of the pure water that had been sprinkled on my head, and in the next few seconds, a faint sound similar to temple chanting was transmitted from the distant sky to the depths of my soul, and I suddenly felt like I felt the kingdom of heaven, my eyes were bright, and everything was pure and white, and then when I opened my eyes, everything became incomparably beautiful, and my mood was inexplicably comfortable, and my whole body fluttered, as if I was sitting cross-legged not on the polished solid wood floor, but on the top of the clouds, relaxed.

I closed my eyes and focused my mind on the tip of my nose, and when I looked at the tip of my nose in my heart, I could feel that this old Indian monk was rooting a supreme spiritual awe in everyone's heart through a special plant solution, as well as the surrounding mantras and environment.

This kind of magic has far surpassed hypnosis, and is equivalent to a kind of spiritual imprint, rooted in the hearts of every defenseless person on the scene, and is no different from ordinary people on weekdays, only on special occasions, with some kind of mudra and incantation, this will can be brought out, and then willingly controlled by others, like a puppet.

Of course, one or two such baptisms can have very limited effect, but if this goes on for a long time and accumulates over time, then this fall will inevitably be a sure thing.

But why would Almighty Spirituality do such something akin to brainwashing?

I was thinking quickly in my head, and suddenly I felt a chill down my spine, and then a chill all over my body—ah, the matter was far more serious than I had imagined, and I could get a general idea of what I could get by looking at the scene in the parking lot, like a famous car show, and listening to the arrogance that Mao Mao had just inadvertently revealed.

The purpose of the Almighty Spiritual Society is no longer to have a little money, but to try to control these participants who are not rich or noble, whether they are celebrities, dignitaries, or wealthy children, they have a huge advantage in the control of social resources, money, power, mouthpieces, and others, these accumulations are hidden, but when the Almighty Spiritual Society needs these people, the power they burst out will be terrifying even to the relevant departments behind me.

Power needs to be restrained, if it loses control, it is like a wild horse, no one can stop its steps, but too many elbows, the sharp blade will become sluggish, even slaughtering chickens, where can you kill tigers.

The strong fortress has always been breached from the inside, and after thinking about the reason and reason, my breathing could not help but become heavy, and my mood became extremely bad, and I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the miscellaneous hairy path, and saw that this guy was not as sad as me, but looked ahead with great interest, and I suddenly realized that time had passed for a long time, and those Indian Ah San had already disappeared, and the dark fragrance around them was floating, and the white mist was misty, like that fairyland.

In the venue where the old Indian monk gave a lecture just now, there were twelve dancers with extremely graceful figures, all of them wearing crop tops, hip belts studded with sequins and low-waisted skirts, all of which were bright red, yellow, orange, green, and pink, with luxurious rings, bracelets, necklaces, waist chains, anklets, and transparent, light two-meter thin veils, which set off them like fairies in the mortal world, fairies in the country of flowers.

As soon as these glamorous young dancers appeared, they were greeted by cheerful and lively Arabic music, their white and snow-white bare feet stepping on the pineapple floor, and the cheerful rhythm of the oud, the flute, the Dilbaka tambourine and the dulcimer mountain dul, through the rotation of the pelvis, hips, chest and arms, and the dazzling crotch swing movements, shaped the elegant, sensual and feminine dance language.

These belly dances bring out the feminine beauty of the female body, sometimes elegant, sometimes sensual, feminine and delicate, sometimes arrogant, sometimes mysterious, and the men present are dizzying and enthusiastic.

When I saw the men around me stretching out their hands and their eyes full of burning desire, I knew that the means of the Almighty Spiritual Society to attract the participation of the powerful and wealthy were really irresistible.

Even with the mask on, I could see that among the twelve dancers, there were the three young models we saw that night, namely Mao Mao, Su Ning, and Caro.

These three women are ranked relatively low in the twelve dancers, and the one leading the dance at the front is a big-breasted beauty with an unusually hot figure and an almost F-cup, this girl looks at her face, and the silhouette is not very gorgeous, but this figure is really rare among Asians, and this belly dance is turbulent, it is simply ......

Well, I won't describe it, anyway, most men have straight eyes, dry mouths, and can't stop swallowing.

I lowered my body, pinched the thighs of the miscellaneous hairy path, and said in a low voice: "Lao Xiao, you turtle son, have you found Luo Jinlong's bastard?" The miscellaneous hairy trail has always kept his eyes on the dancer and a pair of cheerful jumping white rabbits, confused, but he whispered to me in an extremely calm tone: "I have swept the volume, not here." ”

I groaned, in this way, Luo Jinlong should not be as simple as an ordinary soy sauce party or a pleasure seeker, he is so familiar with the organizer of this place, Dai Fei, it is very likely that he is involved in the Almighty Spiritual Society at a deeper level - he hangs like this outside, does his father know the Tao?

Miscellaneous Xiaodao shook his head, and said that he should not know the way, so to speak, although Longhu Mountain and Maoshan have always been wrong, but since it is a thousand-year-old famous mountain, inherited for dozens of generations, such a family naturally knows the most basic rules of survival, that is, it will never go against the dynasty, which is the so-called conforming to the way of heaven, Longhu Mountain is like this, even if there is a rebel like Qingxu who colludes with the evil spirit sect, he will definitely send the sect to enforce the law, and clean it up in person without mercy, and will not put half a stain on his sect.

I nodded, and said that since this is the case, then there is no need to worry about him, but that Indian Ah San just now has some means, even if the cultivation is not as good as the ordinary wisdom master, but it is weird, or even worse, if you really want to make a move, you have to guard against it.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao said quietly: "Don't panic for the time being, let's take a look first, see what kind of name they are, and then wait for their leading characters to appear, and see if the demon is here, if she is also here, I am afraid that she who has returned to cultivation plus the Indian Ah San just now, and other backbone members, it is really enough for us to drink a pot of ......"

I said that we should not notify the local authorities, so as not to run away too many people and make us passive.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao smiled and said Notice, what notice do you take? When you changed your clothes just now, you didn't realize that your mobile phone signal had been blocked, and what else do you have on you now besides this yoga suit? Besides, we may not have responded internally, otherwise the Southeast Bureau held an annual meeting here, why would they be so calm?

I nodded, and was about to speak, when I heard the cheerful Arabic music finally stopped, and my mother Sang Daifei, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground before, stood up surrounded by these twelve dancing girls, looked around, and began to say in a loud voice: "Human beings are busy every day, living with masks and shackles, and they are tired, and our yoga devotional is to let everyone let go of these burdens and enjoy the ease and ease of their hearts and souls......

The applause rang out one after another, and in this warm applause, a girl with a graceful figure slowly walked from the crowd, I looked up, my heart thumped, my pupils contracted suddenly, and my fists were subconsciously clenched tightly at this moment.