Landa Temple, the core Buddha hall dedicated to the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha, countless old monks gathered together.

These old monks are almost all the highest-ranking existences in the Landa Temple, and all of them are the core and high-level of the Landa Temple. Although Landa Temple is only a temple, as a super ancient temple that is not inferior to Huaguo Dalin Temple, its size is definitely not inferior to any multinational company.

It's just that the difference between Landa Temple and ordinary enterprises is that it is a holy land of Buddhism after all, and the real power will only be concentrated in the hands of the monks of Landa Temple.

In addition to their daily meditation practice, these monks are also in charge of various affairs, including the temple's industry, interaction with the government, the training of warrior monks in the temple, the compilation of scriptures, and so on. Each has its own busyness, and in general, they don't get together unless something big happens.

After all, letting them put down what they are doing, the time lost in it is worth it in itself.

At the top of the Buddha hall, there is a very old monk, this old monk has his eyes closed, his body is thin, like a dry tree trunk, and his face is full of age spots, there is no trace of anger, as if he has been seated.

Although the old monk sits on the main seat, his own sense of existence is very low, if it were not for the sunlight shining on the golden body of Shakya, which happened to be refracted on his body, I am afraid that it would be easy to ignore his existence.

The old monk has a special aura on his body, which makes people unconsciously ignore his existence. This is similar to the mental suggestion in hypnosis, but the old monk's skill is obviously deeper, and even if he is motionless, he can easily affect people's thinking.

All the monks were trapped in an eerie silence, not one of them spoke, and the audience was silent, only the subtle sound of the rosary plucking and colliding echoed.

"Well......." I don't know how long it took for the old monk to breathe a sigh of relief, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were calm without waves, it seemed that nothing could affect his mood.

His body has aged to the extreme, and his whole body organs are failing, if it weren't for the support of his strong martial arts cultivation, I'm afraid he would have passed away a long time ago. But only his eyes still maintain the appearance of his youth, these eyes have this invisible magic, even if the most impatient person sees it, he can't help but calm down.

"Amitabha, Midoga, please Uncle Ami!" Seeing this, the first monk under the head of the old monk took the lead in saluting. After he bowed, the rest of the monks also bowed down to greet him!

The old monk raised his hand slightly, and an invisible force held Midoga up, and then slowly helped him up.

"Midoga, you are the host of the Naroda Temple, the real backbone of the Naroda Temple, the whole of the Naroda Temple should respect you, even in the face of the old man, you don't need to be so restrained!"

As he spoke, the old monk's gaze turned to the rest of the people, although these people shouted Uncle Shi in their mouths, but everyone was wrinkled and their beards were white, which one was not the age above the sixtieth birthday. If it weren't for the fact that they had met the old monk, who would have allowed them to perform this salute again.

"Get up too!!"

"Thank you, uncle!" The group of people slowly got up after listening to the old monk's words, obviously, the old monk was extremely majestic in their hearts, if he couldn't do it, even if they were old enough to be a grandfather outside, they could only lie there obediently.

The old monk looked at Midoga, who was doing his hand, and asked, "What's the matter, you want to gather the red-robed monks of the whole temple, and even the old man, who is about to die, has to come over?"

In Namada Temple, the red monk's robe is a monk's dress that only real high-ranking monks can wear, so the red monk's robe is also a status symbol in Landa Temple.

When Midoga heard this, he immediately sighed in front of everyone.

Except for the old monk at the top, the rest of the monks couldn't help but chuckle in their hearts and looked at each other, and for some reason, the atmosphere in the field couldn't help but be more depressing.

As a leader, they are the masterminds of a force, the desire of the people, and their attitudes often affect not only themselves, but also the huge forces behind them.

Therefore, the major people in power are worthy of a label of joy and anger, so that outsiders do not see their emotions, not only to make the opponent confused and jealous, but more importantly, to give confidence to their own personnel.

This is the quality that every qualified leader should have, and it has been more than 30 years since Midoga succeeded him as the head of the Landa Temple, and it is impossible for him not to know this truth, but on such an occasion, it is blatantly so, and the reasons behind it are to be considered.

Midoga hinted with his eyes to the attendant Xiao Shami standing next to him, and Xiao Shami suddenly beckoned the rest of the Xiao Shami to go to the back of the Buddha Hall.

A group of senior monks watched them retreat completely, and the old monk spoke, "Okay, which juniors are gone, what is the matter, now we can say." ”

Many of the eminent monks under the pond also suddenly raised their spirits, talking about the old Gao who was stunned, Midoga made it so mysterious, it was really the curiosity of the hooked people.

Midoga's facial expression was obviously stagnant, and then with grief, he said heavily, "Senior Brother Aqina has passed away!!

"Wow!!" Even with the characterization of the monks of the Landa Temple who have practiced for decades, there was an uproar below, and the senior monks looked at each other, their eyes full of astonishment.

The old monk also stopped his waist suddenly, and the immeasurable momentum like the sea gushed out, sweeping the entire Buddhist hall, and everyone felt as if a boulder had been pressed in their hearts in an instant under the pressure of this momentum, and it was difficult to speak!!

The old monk was angry, the old monk before, the weak willow helped the wind, and the thin clothes were put on his body, which made people feel like a child stealing adult clothes.

However, at this moment, the old monk did not change on the surface, but his momentum was unfathomable, like an abyss and the sea, and between the frowning eyebrows, the haze was dense, and it seemed that the next moment would break out into a thunderous rage.

"Impossible," the old monk suppressed the surging emotions, and jumped out of his mouth word by word, "Aqina is a martial artist in the middle of the transformation realm, and has cultivated a peerless study that no one has practiced in this temple for three hundred years, Ananda breaks the precept knife, which can compete with the peak martial artist of Huajin, as soon as Ananda knife comes out, even if he is not dead at the peak of Huajin, he will be seriously injured, who can kill him?"

Although the old monk always denied it, his anger was still vented in the audience, what he said was indeed the truth, but the old monk also knew that as the host of the Landa Temple, it was impossible for Midoga to deceive him with this kind of thing, and this kind of lie was too easy to debunk, and it was not necessary at all.