People's minds will always be limited by their own understanding, and most of the time, the so-called ignorance is just because they can't jump out of the shackles.

Perhaps in Dongzhi's eyes, the world is equivalent to Hyderabad, so it is natural that the dead saint will be born in Hyderabad, as if this wasteland is an independent existence.

Therefore, he can take it for granted that the petals on the soles of his feet are the inheritance of reincarnation, and he is convinced of it.

And Tang Luo traveled tens of thousands of miles alone, but he really knew how big this world was, and he, who studied martial arts, even understood what the minimum guarantee was if he wanted to cultivate a high-level martial artist.

Even if it is an ordinary person who does hard physical labor, if he can have spiritual food and spiritual rice every day, it is extremely easy to live a long life of 100 years, so Tang Luo does not believe in the saying that the saint is reincarnated in the past life, and dying so early is definitely not a good death.

Thinking about it this way, the work of the saintess is very interesting, Tang Luo stroked his chin and looked at the several peerless saints in front of the temple, and asked Dongzhi casually: "Is there a kind of saint who has never been loved by the guardian god and then left the temple?"

"The guardian saint loves all believers, how can he not like the saint!" Dongzhi said firmly: "Every saint can receive the reincarnation of the guardian saint's favor, it is nothing more than a long time, Ah Mei was a lotus flower in her previous life, pure and flawless, and she will definitely be loved by the guardian saint!"

It really can't make sense with the blind believers, Tang Luo turned his head and looked at the masters in front of the temple, except for Ke Luda, who had already seen it, the other few people had never seen it, and the thin old man standing in the middle of the temple was even more hidden as the head of everyone, with 90,000+ spiritual power.

This is already the limit that Shura's tactics can reach, the old man has been tortured by blood like a withered body, and his life is short, although the cultivation is the highest, but how much real combat power will be, but there is a question mark.

As for the monks and soldiers on both sides of the temple, they were even less regarded by Tang Luo, the only thing that made him a little jealous was the divine array in the temple, but with a pair of eyes that could see the flow of spiritual power, it was not difficult to break the formation, overall, even if the temple was not open, he could see the statue of the god Asura in his own way.

Tang Luo, who always likes to prepare for the worst first, is in a big mood and quietly watches the monks "perform" on stage.

Today's protagonist is undoubtedly Master Ke Luda from Ned City, a newly ordained new god who can't bear to watch his followers die in the blizzard, and disobeys the Dharma Protector God, and uses thunder as a way to open up a thousand miles of heaven for those who come to pilgrimage.

With the pilgrims who "saw it with their own eyes", the image of Master Ke Luda in the eyes of believers was even more magnificent.

And Dong Zhi, who was standing in the corner of the temple square, was fanatically translating the content of the words of the believers on the stage for Tang Luo: "This is the Dijang family, they came to make a pilgrimage from the Gavala tribe in the east, set off in the spring, walked for a full year, but were trapped in the snowfield, just when the family was desperate, a pillar of thunder swept from east to west, and the image of the protector god appeared in the storm in the sky, and that was the face of Master Ke Luta!"

"Oh. ”

"This is the Kunal family, they are from the Lahore tribe in the south, they have been walking since autumn, and they have also been trapped in the mountains by the blizzard, if it weren't for the Divine Thunder Heavenly Road, they would have been trapped and died on the Kara Snow Field, and they have also seen the law of Master Ke Luta!"

"Huh. ”

"Here, here!" Dong Zhi, who was in charge of the explanation, suddenly became excited, and pointed to a few ascetic monks: "Your Excellency, you see, they are all Baba of the Vita Temple, and they are all true great virtues!

Following Dongzhi's fingers, Tang Luo glanced at a few ascetics who were no taller than the peak of the Mortal Transformation, and turned his head expressionlessly, even if he didn't want to put on such a superior face, but for a group of martial artists in their thirties who were still wandering around the Mortal, he really couldn't show any respect.

After all, the non-heavenly clan is the true master of Vimala Primordial, if they really want to cultivate, how can it be that they haven't begun to accumulate the spiritual power to break through the mortal transformation at this age, and although they are dressed in shabby, their skin is smooth and full, which looks like some serious penance.

On the contrary, the ascetic monks I saw when I came to Hyderabad, although they were even lower in cultivation, were monks who really knew how to practice and knew compassion, but those people, who should still be practicing asceticism in the wasteland at this time, could not come here to participate in any festivals.

The truly pious monks are wandering, and the nobles in tattered robes are being worshiped by tens of millions of believers, revealing absurd and strange scenes everywhere that make Tang Luo extremely uncomfortable, and he said unhappily: "How long will the festival end, and when will the temple open?"

Dongzhi, who was immersed in the atmosphere of the sacred celebration, was startled by Tang Luo's impatient tone, and stammered, "Great.. Wait, my lord, after the selection of the saint, it is to invite the statue of Master Ke Luda into the temple, and then the temple will be opened, and the believers will worship the new god, you wait. ”

The process is the same for the priests of the temple every three years, except for this year, there is a slight difference, because the Holy Monk Kutha has completed all his training in the Kraho Temple and is about to leave, and Master Ke Luda is the new presiding officer sent by the Holy City Vita Temple to take over.

If someone else had taken over, the believers in Hyderabad would have been crying and grabbing the heavens and the earth, but in the face of the infinitely compassionate Master Ko Luta, the believers could only be pious and reverent.

The gods are noble and cannot be blasphemed, in the temple of Vimaltahara, the person responsible for maintaining the daily work of the Buddha statue must be a pure virgin, even the close approach of the monk will provoke the gods to dislike, so the temple will initially recruit many women in charge of this matter.

After all, Mu Shaoai is human nature, and some monks who are still shallow in cultivation will always be unable to control the young and beautiful girl, and cause a lot of ugly things, so later the temple has a special saint who is responsible for this kind of work.

They dedicate their lives to the gods, so they cannot marry and marry, and they all live in temples until they are reincarnated.

And the holy women are also different, on the Vimalta plain, there are two temples, the Vita Temple in Ned City is dedicated to the Rahu Asura God King, and the Kraho Temple in Hyderabad is dedicated to the Asura God King.

Every three years at the temple festival, not only the holy women of the Kraho Temple and the holy women of the Vita Temple must be selected, but it is almost every saint's dream to be able to enter the holy city and worship the Rahu Asura god king.

As the solemn and magnificent music sounded, the candidates of the saints dressed in magnificent services streamed out of the side hall and stood in a row facing the countless believers.