However, Li Xian did not have a chance to rest, and the unfortunate things he did before also followed.

That's right, it was the blonde friars who caused it.

Oh no, they can't be called golden retrievers now, they're all shaved and bald, except for a pair of turquoise eyes, a striking sign.

And those lamas who uphold the principle of 'tolerance is greatness', after shaving their heads excitedly, immediately realized that these dozen or so foreign monks who were crying, making trouble, and could not speak were a huge trouble.

After going to the abbot Wulu, he immediately decided: since it is a trouble, then it will be thrown to Master Rulai, who makes everything have his shadow, and he is not short of labor?

Apart from him, Wulu couldn't think of anyone more suitable.

However, what should Li Xianneng do? The bitter fruit he planted could only be swallowed by himself.

......

In my previous life, I was just coping with exams, and I just passed level 4 in English.

English with a Shu accent is also very difficult to talk to foreigners in that world, not to mention that after coming to this world for so long, most of the knowledge has long been returned to the English teacher.

And the bird language of this world is not simple English, but some of them are just godlike, and some of the grammar is still very different.

Anyway, Li Xian listened to the little monk who had been shaved off his red hair, and a bunch of words at the speed of 'balabala' jumped out, like a Gatling that was spinning and spraying bullets quickly, except for a few specific words, he couldn't understand the full meaning with a blank face

However, even if he didn't hear the meaning of his words, Li Xian could clearly hear the words "Shet, Fake", and looking at the angry expressions on the faces of those funny bald monks, he could guess what the reason was with his ass.

Regarding the miscellaneous hair who insulted his family, Li Xian was not even in the mood to greet his ancestors. Facing the big bald head that stretched out to him closely, it was a slap in the face with a direct backhand.

Li Xian's martial arts in the Eight Tricks realm of the Mold Sect were not worse than those of the barbarians, and a slap shattered all the teeth in his mouth.

The side face spat out a mouthful of bloody sputum with a few broken teeth, and the little red-haired monk Jack was stunned.

He was not beaten stupid, but he was shocked at why the young Oriental monk in front of him would do it, instead of opening his mouth to reason with himself.

When it comes to entering the temple, even if there is such a fierce fight with the monks in the temple, people still restrain their temperament and do not move their hands and feet.

In addition, although the monks in the temple are tall, they always have smiling faces, which gives the Western monks a fixed image: although these barbarians are fierce, they will not easily beat people.

This is also the biggest reason why Jack and others have the audacity to come to the theory.

As for Li Xian, he is upset because of a large number of things that have not yet been resolved, and of course he has no time to talk to these Western monks.

Immediately, with a wave of his hand, he asked the law enforcement lama who saw the trouble to take him to find Zhaba, and asked Zhaba to find them some carpentry to do, so as not to waste a trace of labor, and by the way, practice the Central Plains dialect and Western barbarian dialect.

As long as he thinks of the many languages and characters of the Central Plains dialect and the Western Barbarian dialect, and the sad faces of these foreigners when they study, Li Xian, who is still half illiterate, can't help but feel a little proud, quite a little bit of fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter.

However, what Li Xian didn't know was that after Jack and the others saw the power of the Buddha's bad luck, they were immediately shocked. At the bottom, he took the risk and hid a small wooden Buddha statue privately.

Later, after endless unfortunate events, he resolutely put down the cross in his hand and folded his hands, abandoning his Christianity and walking on the road of Buddhism.

Later, when some of them were fortunate enough to return to the desolate land of the Far North, the Molded Buddha with substantial functions soon replaced Christianity as the religion with the largest number of followers in the Far North.

However, there is only one Buddha statue that has been opened, and there are very few people who can see it, coupled with the influence of Jack and others after publishing a book and establishing a biography, the distant Central Plains and Xiban are regarded as a holy place for Buddhism......

At this time, Li Xian naturally didn't know his momentary revenge, and the northward expansion of Buddhism had such a far-reaching impact on these Caucasians.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't have the slightest intention of stopping, after all, Buddhism spread, and the more unlucky people there are, the last person will always benefit.

That's all for later, so let's not mention it for now.

In this way, after some days of intense production of Buddha statues, it was finally time for the long-awaited lama assembly.

As the conference approached, the prestige abbots and monks from all over Shenzhou, regardless of the barbarians of the Central Plains, all gathered in Yaqing Temple.

The monks in different places have different cultures, and the positions they stand in different countries are naturally not ordinary, but since they arrived at this quiet and peaceful Yaqing Temple, they have been unusually quiet.

There are no horizontal eyebrows, no arguments, and the temple is unusually peaceful.

Li Xian has almost been busy in the past few days, don't worry about giving up and letting them do it, it's too tiring to get started, but fortunately, with the help of the family in the barbarian city, a lot of trouble has been relieved.

With the production of the mold god Buddha statues in one warehouse after another, and after the mold gods who came to this Yaqing Temple with a solemn expression were opened one by one, Li Xian suddenly felt that all the efforts he had put in were worth it.

And when the moldy god finished opening the light and completed his task, he didn't say anything to Li Xian, looking forward to the meaning of the infinite future, and he didn't want to stay in this weird Yaqing Temple for a moment, and he went back to the heavenly realm as if he 'escaped'.

......

As for Zhaba, this rough man who can speak ancient Chinese and is full of Zen is naturally welcomed by monks from all over the world.

Ignoring the hard-working master Li Xian, Zhaba talked with the monks about the scriptures, and a few Zen words in the clouds made people dizzy and full of praise, which was really unhappy.

And Salari, who was withdrawn by Li Xian to run for the Living Buddha, has not even seen a figure for a few days.

After letting Li Xian be busy, he still saw that his bad luck was still at 7/8, and the realm of the Moldy Sect was always stuck in the state of eight tricks, not to mention the melancholy feeling in his heart.

It was past noon, and the chanting at the venue was basically finished, and the lama assembly was about to officially begin.

When Li Xian dressed up, dressed up in a decent robe, and appeared on the only empty flat ground in Yaqing Temple with great spirit, he fixed his eyes on the rows of Buddhist believers and monks from all over Shenzhou who were sitting next to each other on the field.

Looking at the past, the black pressure was full of heads, but it is estimated that the number of participants in this lama conference will not be less than 100,000.