Chapter 194 Super Tight Hoop Curse (Fifth Update)

Everyone in Shaolin Temple saw the abbot sitting in the center of the venue and was instantly flooded by the crowd around him. Everyone was so anxious that they almost vomited blood. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple

"Uncle Huiwu, let's go and save the abbot!"

"Master Yijing, this is not possible. If you step down one hundred people, you will be beaten by the abbot who rescued them."

"Senior Brother Huijian, give it to me, the palace master, see me Huiniu go and rescue the abbot!"

Finally, Yi Jing, who was the first seat of the Bodhi Hall, spoke: "Amitabha, be careful, don't be impatient. The abbot's supernatural powers are beyond our imagination. I believe that the abbot's senior brother will be safe and sound, and the horse will be successful!"

After saying that, Yijing sat cross-legged on the ground, silently chanting Buddha's name and chanting sutras, and blessed Huo Yuanzhen's peace.

Seeing Yijing like this, the others sat down helplessly, but they did not have the patience to recite scriptures and stared at the center of the venue. If they saw that the abbot was injured, they must try their best to rescue the abbot.

At this moment, the monks, Toutuo, bandits and others were unexpectedly working together, and as long as they were close to Huo Yuanzhen, they all took action.

They are not fuel-efficient. They are usually used to provoking others and being domineering. Where can we see this abbot being so arrogant in front of him and others.

At this moment, everyone is united and united, swearing to stomp this annoying bald donkey into a meat pie!

There were more than a dozen people around Huo Yuanzhen, and the people behind couldn't get in. They saw that there were foot densely packed around him. Because Huo Yuanzhen was sitting, people chose to step on it.

Huo Yuanzhen was unmoved at all and silently ran the golden bell cover.

An upside down golden bell appeared on the surface of his body, locking Huo Yuanzhen into it without a trace of gap.

Everyone's feet arrived and they all stepped on the Golden Bell.

A series of buzzing sounds, and the feet of these people were bounced away, causing no harm to Huo Yuanzhen.

"No! This monk has a golden bell cover!"

"No wonder he dares to say he won't fight back. With the golden bell cover protector, who can break it?"

"Don't worry, we are all using internal force to attack now. The golden bell cover also needs internal force to maintain. The more we take action, the greater the consumption it consumes. As long as his internal force cannot keep up, the golden bell cover will be broken!"

These people shouted loudly, and soon came up with solutions, and began to show their own unique skills, boxing, footwork, palm wind, sword fingers, etc., and greet Huo Yuanzhen together.

Those who could not reach the others would simply jump up in the air and call Huo Yuanzhen from the sky.

For a moment, the sound of collisions spread everywhere, and the palm wind roared, forming a huge human flesh ball around Huo Yuanzhen. The people in front attacked desperately, and the people behind squeezed in desperately. Countless people jumped up and fell from the sky.

After hearing about the Golden Bell Cover, the Shaolin monks at the back felt relieved, but they couldn't help but feel scared when they saw such a terrifying scene.

It’s not enough to have the Golden Bell Cover alone. Passive defense will sooner or later be broken, but it is obviously unrealistic to take the initiative to attack. Everyone there is stacked together and they don’t want to use any tricks. I’m afraid they can’t even pull out a posture.

Huo Yuanzhen sat in the center of the venue, silently feeling the defense ability of the Golden Bell Cover.

What the system says must be accurate. If it cannot be broken the day after tomorrow, it cannot be broken. As long as you still have internal strength, the golden bell cover will not be broken.

These people are basically in the middle and late stages of the acquired day, and only three or two are perfect. If they want to break their golden bell cover, they are simply delusions.

But it will definitely not work if you continue for a long time. If you keep defending, your internal strength will sooner or later be exhausted due to consumption.

"It's time!"

Huo Yuanzhen finally opened his eyes. The surroundings were already airtight, and there were at least thirty or forty people above his head. The people behind him were still rushing up, and he couldn't even see a trace of light.

But this is just right, the more dense the better!

Huo Yuanzhen opened his mouth and said, "Namo Amitabha!"

This is not an ordinary chanting, but a magical power of Sanskrit that Huo Yuanzhen uses.

A voice of Namo Amitabha went straight into everyone's mind!

Everyone paused for a moment. The scene was so noisy and chaotic that even thunder was impossible to hear. Who was chanting Buddha's name?

"Namo Amitabha!"

Seeing that the effect appeared, Huo Yuanzhen simply closed his eyes and started to recite one by one. (《》7*

Now everyone gathered next to Huo Yuanzhen, and even just lay on the golden bell cover. More than 100 people stayed within a radius of ten meters. The sound of chanting Buddha's name completely entered the minds of these people.

This kind of Buddhist voice is not transmitted through the ears. Even if you are a deaf person, you cannot avoid it.

"Well! This monk chanted Buddha's name so noisy!"

These people frowned, and no one who was meditating would of course feel that Huo Yuanzhen's Buddhist name was clamoring.

This is the case with the sound of the Sanskrit. The calmer you are, the less powerful it will be, and you can even ignore it, but the more irritable you feel, the more noisy it will be.

"Fight! Everyone keep fighting! Let this monk shut up!"

These people didn't know that the Buddha's voice was directly in their minds, and they were still rushing forward one after another. The people in front tried hard to beat the golden bell cover, and the people behind tried every means to kick it.

The louder the Buddha's voice, the more uncomfortable they feel, and the more desperate they attacked.

Huo Yuanzhen was not moved at all, but suddenly added the technique of lion roar and began to read it.

After learning the Fanyin, Huo Yuanzhen thought of this. He once practiced secretly, but there were no test subjects and had never confirmed his ideas. At this moment, he happened to be verified.

The Fanyin can indeed be recited with the lion's roar!

This was amazing. The already noisy Fanyin sound exploded directly in people's minds!

"boom!"

Everyone felt dizzy and unsteady standing.

"Be careful, this monk can roar a lion, everyone should block their ears."

Someone immediately reminded that these people didn't care about attacking Huo Yuanzhen and covered their ears one after another.

But covering your ears is useless. The huge "Namo Amitabha" sound is still shaking in your mind like thunder, and many people have fallen to the ground.

"Ah! No, this sound is going to shake me to death!"

"I can't stand it anymore!"

"Everyone should use internal force to resist, and internal force can effectively resist the lion's roar!"

These internal forces are activated again to resist the increasingly larger impact. The impact is really deadly and the head is about to explode.

But I never expected that the internal force would be useless. How to operate the internal force in my mind? The sounds of Sanskrit sounds were like spring thunders, bursting one after another.

Many people started to roll with their heads in their arms.

"Stop thinking! Stop thinking! I'm convinced!"

"Stop, monk, you won, I'll join Shaolin!"

Huo Yuanzhen ignored these people at all, but instead increased his efforts again and tried to use other words again.

This Sanskrit chanting can only be done in Buddhist language, and the contents in the Buddhist scriptures will be effective, and the others are invalid. At this time, Huo Yuanzhen recited "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

The lion roar reads, which is not nice, just a shock or a rumble.

Some bandits and monks even had blood stains inside their mouths and noses. The more than 160 people present rolled on the spot, holding their heads with their hands, in great pain.

This scene made the Shaolin disciples outside stunned.

They could only hear the abbot chanting Buddha's name loudly, but they had no other feeling, because the effective distance of the first level of Huo Yuanzhen's Buddhist vocal is within ten meters. If it exceeds this distance, it completely becomes listening with his ears.

It was because these bandits were too dense that they were effective by Huo Yuanzhen's attack and were all dizzy.

If any bandit sits down calmly at this time and calms down, Huo Yuanzhen's Sanskrit will become loudly shouting, which will not have any effect.

But these bandits and heads don’t understand this principle. They only know how to resist desperately, but they don’t know that the more you resist, the more painful it will be.

"Uncle Yijing, what's wrong with these people?"

All Shaolin disciples didn't understand why the abbot shouted loudly, and these people became so painful, which made it unreasonable.

Yijing paused for a while before speaking with difficulty: "Maybe...it may be that the abbot's senior brother was using a spell."

As a martial arts practitioner, being able to use magic to describe Huo Yuanzhen's performance at this moment shows that Yijing is not sure what method Huo Yuanzhen used.

In fact, it is very simple to understand the truth to break this Sanskrit sound. As long as you reach the innate level of your skill and bombard Huo Yuanzhen’s golden bell cover with all your strength, you can break it in a few strokes. You are not afraid of this Sanskrit sound at all.

However, none of the people present was innate, which made Huo Yuanzhen's Fanyin a weapon of mass destruction.

At this time, Huo Yuanzhen changed his sentence: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore."

This sentence was not made with the lion's roar, and those people's minds were clear, and they looked up at the abbot in shock.

"It's the shore when you look back!"

The lion roar again.

All of them shivered and each of them rolled and crawled to Huo Yuanzhen. More than a hundred people kowtowed: "Abbot, I will turn around, I will turn around, I will become a monk."

"Abbot, don't read it anymore. I will go whatever you ask me to do. You can take out the manure for Shaolin. Please don't read it anymore."

Looking at these people who kowtowed like pounding garlic and were obsessed with each other, Huo Yuanzhen smiled slightly: "Are you really willing to join me in Shaolin?"

"Sincere, if we regret it, heaven will be punished by the earth!"

"Please be sincere. If you are not sincere, abbot, you will chant the Buddha's name and chant me to death."

"Okay, since you are all sincere, sit all of them."

Hearing Huo Yuanzhen's words, these people hurriedly sat cross-legged and sat in front of Huo Yuanzhen, in a dark place.

At this time, something that they would never forget happened.

The abbot on the opposite side showed a golden light like a red sun behind his head, and appeared out of thin air without any warning. Just like the Buddha came to the world, he shocked everyone, including Shaolin disciples.

"Amitabha, since you have truly submitted to my Buddha and entered my Shaolin, then I will recite the Heart Sutra of Prajna for you to cleanse your souls."

This time, the soft voice came into everyone's mind.

If it were just now, these people would definitely not have the heart to listen to the Prajna Heart Sutra, but now it sounds like a sound of nature.

Unconsciously, everyone slowly closed their eyes and listened to the abbot who was like a god and Buddha in front of them, and their hearts were clear.

ps: I would like to dedicate this chapter to all Shaolin heroes! Let me enter the top ten! Thank you for your hard work!
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