Long Wenxuan glanced at the monks who were faintly surrounding him, his face was a little difficult to look at, but he couldn't keep up with them and set foot on the way to the Hall of the Venerable in the Sky.

Long Wenxuan lowered his head, the expression on his face became more and more difficult to see, he remembered those faces that he had faintly seen among the monks, and remembered their identities, some of them belonged to the Purple Moon Sect, some belonged to the Heavenly Gate, and there were also people from Long Wenxuan's Qingfeng Academy.

Among these people, except for the relatively small number of personnel of the three major forces, more of them were the natives of the Yuan Beasts in the Chaos Forest, because Long Wenxuan saw the extremely obvious characteristics of the Yuan Beasts under the robes of those gray-clothed monks.

Looking at the expressions under their robes, they turned out to be extremely respectful, and their eyes looked at themselves without fluctuation, as if they had never seen themselves at all, which made Long Wenxuan's heart sink deeper and deeper into the bottom.

Long Wenxuan had some speculations in his heart, and couldn't help but look at Nafi Boer, who was sitting on his shoulder, waiting for his answer.

"They have been measured..."Noticing Long Wenxuan's eyes, Nafi Boer was silent for a while, and said slowly with an extremely regretful tone, confirming Long Wenxuan's guess in his heart.

Long Wenxuan was suddenly shocked in his heart, and forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, his face was extremely difficult to look at.

I have used the authentic exercises of the Buddha in the state of the Eye of Truth, and how can I not know the horror of the power of the Buddha Dao.

Long Wenxuan retreated, trying to keep the expression on his face unchanged, but the corner of his eyes looked around, his mind was spinning rapidly, looking for a way to get out of here.

"Brother Long, what do you say about the scenery here? Why don't you join my Buddha Hall here?" Lin Qinghui noticed the slightly changing expression on Long Wenxuan's face, turned his head and looked straight at Long Wenxuan, the expression on his face seemed to be smiling.

"Where is Senior Lin, I, Long Wenxuan, have already had a teacher, thanks to Senior Lin's love. Long Wenxuan's eyes froze, and he said with a straight face with a fist at Lin Qinghui, the expression on his face was extremely solemn, which could be regarded as a polite decline.

"Hehe, yes, that would be a pity. Lin Qinghui smiled and didn't continue, his body moved slightly, blocking Long Wenxuan's last retreat, and the expression on his face was a little regretful.

You! Long Wenxuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of anger, and he met Lin Qinghui's smiling gaze, but he had to lower his head.

For the anger in Long Wenxuan's eyes, Lin Qinghui himself certainly knew what was going on, but he didn't care about it, in his opinion, a mere little martial artist in the soul cultivation period, what big waves could he make, he had firmly eaten Long Wenxuan, and he couldn't change anything.

Nafi Boer shook at Long Wenxuan, signaling not to be impulsive, Long Wenxuan, who was surrounded by layers of layers, could not see the slightest hope of leaving.

Long Wenxuan took a deep breath, his face was extremely aggrieved, he had just come out of the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den again, he was careless, Long Wenxuan secretly hated in his heart.

"I have brought you here, so you can lead these Buddhas and this dragon benefactor to the Buddha Hall to listen to His Holiness's sermons, go. The three old monks in yellow robes stopped, turned around, and said slowly to Lin Qinghui.

"Thank you, three masters, master walk slowly. When Lin Qinghui heard this, he couldn't hide the excited look on his face, folded his hands and slowly said to the three masters, as if he had encountered some unavoidable opportunity, and watched the three old monks in yellow robes leave.

"Let's go, I'll take you there, Brother Long, and thanks to you, I will once again have the privilege of listening to His Holiness's teachings. Lin Qinghui forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, glanced at the Buddhist disciple in gray monk robes who was still tightly surrounding Long Wenxuan, and said to Long Wenxuan in a hurried tone.

Long Wenxuan pursed his lips and did not speak, he did not really plan to become a monk and devote himself to this so-called Buddhism, and he could not raise the slightest interest in the sermon of Venerable.

Surrounded by a crowd and walking towards the depths of the main hall of the Buddha Hall, Long Wenxuan's face was full of helplessness, he subconsciously glanced around, his heart moved, and he was extremely surprised to find that the white-clothed monks who surrounded him disappeared at some point, leaving only scattered disciples in gray-robed monks' robes, among which Long Wenxuan had seen more familiar faces.

These members of the external forces who had been transformed by the Buddha Hall were expressionless under the wide gray-robed monks' robes, without the fanatical and excited expression on Lin Qinghui's face, like puppets whose emotions had been erased, indifferent to anything.

Long Wenxuan and Nafi Boer glanced at each other, and a guess appeared in their hearts, and they couldn't help but be a little excited.

"I thought you had no interest in His Holiness's preaching, but I didn't expect you to be hypocritical. Lin Qinghui glanced at the excited expression on Long Wenxuan's face, and couldn't help but look disdainful.

Long Wenxuan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't refute Lin Qinghui, so he let this misunderstanding continue, and maybe he could lower his vigilance against me.

Long Wenxuan touched his nose, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Lin Qinghui looked at Long Wenxuan and didn't care about himself at all, he couldn't help but snort coldly, suddenly feeling bored, and also quickened his pace to the main hall of the Venerable General's Dao.

In this way, he was speechless all the way, and soon arrived at the main hall where His Holiness was.

Before he approached the Venerable Hall, Long Wenxuan saw the vision of His Holiness from a distance.

I saw a person wearing an orange gauze robe, looking like several handsome bald young men sitting cross-legged in the void, behind a golden giant Buddha phantom appeared behind the bald young man, the golden giant Buddha smiled, the figure stood in the air, with the bald young man's mouth Sanskrit words continue to gush out, the huge halo on the back of the giant Buddha's head also kept flickering, making people only feel extremely majestic, so they had to listen cross-legged again with peace of mind.

As the bald young man in the void kept preaching, a deafening Sanskrit sound filled the entire sky, and golden lotus flowers continued to fall from the sky overhead.

Long Wenxuan stared blankly at the bald young man preaching in the void, presumably this was the so-called Venerable, and he was too young.

"Idiot, in the cultivation world, there has never been a face test for heroes. Sensing what Long Wenxuan was thinking, Nafi Boer couldn't help but say disdainfully.

Long Wenxuan came back to his senses and touched his nose a little embarrassedly: "That's what I said." ”

"Sit down and listen carefully to His Holiness. Lin Qinghui glanced at Long Wenxuan, and did not approach the Venerable, so he sat down cross-legged on the spot, and the moment Lin Qinghui sat down, a futon automatically appeared.

Lin Qinghui closed his eyes and carefully comprehended the Sanskrit words that came out of His Holiness's mouth, and no longer paid attention to Long Wenxuan.

Long Wenxuan was stunned for a moment, looked around and saw that among the tens of thousands of people present, he was the only one standing in the Venerable Hall, which was extremely conspicuous.

Long Wenxuan suddenly felt a strange gaze projected, and Long Wenxuan was embarrassed, so he hurriedly sat down cross-legged, and a futon automatically appeared under his feet.

"Not good!" The moment he sat down, Long Wenxuan's face suddenly changed, and he only felt that the Sanskrit sound echoing in the air suddenly emerged, like a mountain, smashing heavily into his heart.

This Sanskrit sound is trying to transform itself!

(Alas, doesn't anyone read the book of the little spicy strips, why are there so few clicks, and the collection has not risen, is the little spicy strips so no one likes them!) ）