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Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Thousands of Fires and Lights(2/2)

“…”

The monk was not speaking Mandarin well, and his accent sounded very hard, and it sounded difficult for others to speak out. He simply stopped talking and waved his hand to the donor with a smile. When the vehicle left, he sat cross-legged on the side of the road, took off the rosary and closed his eyes.

Buddhism emphasizes saving the world and saving people.

Now is the time to save the world and save people.

"Dong...Dong..."

The bell kept ringing, and it never went out.

At this time, his expression was extremely peaceful, with a smile, and there was no melancholy of "seeking the great monk but not being able to".

With the whispering sounds, golden light floated up from him, disappearing in the void, and I don’t know where to go.

At the same time, in the whole world, both in Dayi and abroad, monks stopped, sat down cross-legged, and recited Buddhist secret scriptures. Countless temples also rang out long bells like Chizhi Temple on the hillside of Renkezong.

This quarter of an hour rang throughout the world.

I don’t know how many pilgrims and tourists stopped and searched for the direction where the bell sounded.

The mind power of countless monks turned into fire, dissipated in the void, gathered to the place called "hall" by the gods, and gathered into the same lamp.

The golden light on the body of Master Tongdeng is getting stronger and stronger.

The secret method of Buddhism, all fires are the same as the lamp.

The spiritual practice of the Dayi royal family also refers to the secret of this Buddhist secret method. Whenever the descendants of Meng Yi at the ninth level are about to decline, they will voluntarily transform into a flame and merge into the light of the Meng Yi god, making the longest-lasting Dayi royal family, who was originally the shortest-lived, have become the gods.

The same thing is true-

This is a war that cannot be returned. Facing the enemy in the dark, the pursuit of power is endless.

...

Six days pass in the blink of an eye.

The phantom of Emperor Wuzong appeared on his head again, and at the same time as her, there was a plane channel connecting the adjacent plane.

Everyone became serious, including the members of the sand sculpture group.

"Fight side by side with you-"

It was still Emperor Yi who stood up first and bowed to all the participants and said, "The honor is so great!"

After the words came to the ground, he flew up again.

The dense figures followed him.

Enter the withered plane.

(End of this chapter)
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