The abnormal movement of the Luoyang Buddhism Gate was not only noticed by Lin Zhining, but also the forces of all parties in Luoyang were even more suspicious, because they didn't know why so many masters of the Buddhism Gate gathered together.

Even those who have always been close to Buddhism can't find out the slightest information, these old bald people of Buddhism used to have lotus tongues, but at this time, they seem to have practiced closed-mouth meditation one by one.

Unknown, often makes people uneasy, the forces close to Buddhism are better, although worried, but it does not have much impact, and the others, whether it is the Demon Gate or foreign forces, or even the Daomen, are secretly vigilant, for fear that the purpose of Buddhism is to take advantage of the chaos to eliminate the spies of all parties in the Eastern Capital.

Although many of them knew that the "Blood-Eyed Demon Lord" who was in the limelight came to Luoyang, they didn't dare to have the slightest peace of mind, not to mention whether the Buddhism was for Lin Zhining, even if it was for Lin Zhining, it was difficult to guarantee that they would not take advantage of the trend and eradicate them in one fell swoop.

For Buddhism, no one dares to pack tickets, so except for some people who believe that they are very hidden or have a very good reputation, others have found some excuses to temporarily avoid this place of right and wrong.

Regarding the changes in Luoyang City, Lin Zhining felt very clearly, except for the aura of Buddhism that had become stronger, some of the breath he felt last time he passed through Luoyang had disappeared without a trace. If they encounter an accident, no one will believe it, no matter how Yang Guang loses his position, no matter how much he is cowardly, no one will make any big trouble under his nose at this time.

Lin Zhining not only sighed secretly for the power of Buddhism, but also felt sad for those characters who were wise and wise to protect their lives, all of them were ambitious, but they were frightened by Buddhism.

The corners of his mouth showed a hint of disdain from time to time, and he swaggered to the meditation monastery. Since people have been waiting for a long time, Lin Zhining of course knows about it and sends it straight to the door.

The vermilion lacquer gate, several rows of golden bronze nails, even compared to the luxurious and solemn palace gate, is not much worse. The tall walls built of bluestone barriers firmly cut off this foreign land from the red world.

Entering the Jingnian Meditation Temple, even if Lin Zhining has seen the prosperity of various places, he has to admire the luxury of the Jingnian Meditation Temple, and the entire Zen Temple is shrouded in a layer of golden brilliance.

It is by no means a golden light forged by merit, but a search for the blood of the people, and what is whitewashed, even the brick and tile reveal luxury, and the blood light that cannot be hidden under the luxury.

Lin Zhining walked very slowly, and the monks next to him didn't seem to see anyone coming, reciting the scriptures regardless of it. The ever-bright lights in the Buddha hall will be full of glory, reflecting on the bare heads, which seems to attach a layer of golden light to them.

If you just look at the splendid temple and the dignified monks, it almost makes people feel that this is the Western Heaven Elysium, and the people here are the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who are passed down by word of mouth. However, the golden brilliance, the sanctimonious appearance, put it here, but it makes people feel terrified. Because what holds up those grandiose and solemn ones is the invisible white bones of the forest and the thick blood of the people.

Lin Zhining even felt that he was not walking in a Buddhist temple, and the people around him who were chanting scriptures were not all eminent monks, but a Shura field, eating and chewing on the limbs of the people, and the mouths were full of blood and fat, but they were like demons like compassion.

At this moment, he felt a thick nausea, boundless anger rose, but also a deep sense of powerlessness. When he studied art with Lu Miaozi, he often felt that he had killed too much, but seeing these people who eat people without spitting out bones, the pungent smell of blood, and the demagogic hypocrisy made him feel disgusted and disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

The high flame of anger ignited the passion in Lin Zhining's heart, and in such a difficult situation, infinite fighting spirit rose in his heart. No matter how demagogic they are, even if they can't change people's opinions, he wants to teach these people who are high up and see themselves as Buddhas and Bodhisattvas an unforgettable lesson.

When Lin Zhining felt powerless, his momentum was a little stagnant, as if he was about to slowly lose his fighting spirit and lose his mind. At that moment, a group of old monks all showed joy on their faces, today's meditation meditation monastery had already set up a formation, and from the moment Lin Zhining entered the monastery, he had already entered the Buddhist array.

The murmuring chanting sound is also the supreme method of Buddhism to confuse people's minds, and they hope to influence Lin Zhining and transform Lin Zhining unconsciously.

However, they didn't know that Lin Zhining's sense of powerlessness at that moment was not because they kept chanting, but because they thought of how stupid the world was, did not want to forge ahead, and begged God to worship Buddha.

However, the resplendor of the Buddhist temple aroused the anger in Lin Zhining's heart and aroused his infinite fighting spirit. This makes him more ambitious and more powerful.

Those old monks couldn't sit still anymore, so that Lin Zhining's momentum continued to rise, they were naturally fine, but those ordinary Buddhas who arranged the Buddha array couldn't withstand such an impact.

Several grand chanting sounds sounded almost at the same time, like a drizzle of moisturizing things, quietly invading Lin Zhining's mind.

The sound of chanting passed through the blessing of the Buddha array, like a flood bell resounding in Lin Zhining's heart, constantly bewitching him, making him give up and let him take refuge.

If Lin Zhining is a newcomer to this world, he must not be able to bear this impact, and he will either be turned into a Buddhist protector, or he will be brainwashed into an idiot.

However, he was no longer what he used to be, and since he entered the meditation monastery, his perception was extremely poor, so these demagogic voices, like flies constantly flying, made him upset, but even more angry.

Lin Zhining has a very deep understanding of sound attack, and he is also very familiar with the martial arts that confuses people's minds, and under the anger, although he lacks some calmness, these noises can't shake his mind. (To be continued.) )