Amid the crowd's conversation, Meng Xing and others followed Monk Jie Yan to leave Jinzhou City and walked towards Chanlin Temple.
As soon as we walked halfway, we saw a group of people appearing in front of us. They were from Jue Shen Sect, with a total of fifteen people, including You Tianqi and He Zhenzi.
Seeing Meng Xing and others, You Tianqi was immediately angry and was about to rush over.
He Zhenzi said: "Don't be impulsive, the monks from Chanlin Temple are escorting them, and you can't offend these monks."
You Tianqi then controlled his anger and stopped.
Since the scandal between him and his female disciples was exposed, he has lost face in Jue Shen Sect and has become the topic of conversation for those disciples after dinner. He always feels that these things were caused by the people of Zhenwu Sect because of the black-clothed Meng who appeared.
The face-to-face Bai Xia is all helping Zhenwu Sect, so the biggest responsibility is the guys from Zhenwu Sect.
Moreover, he had so many conflicts with Meng Xing, and he had reached the point of never ending death. The other party also killed many disciples of Jue Shen Sect.
"Hmph! They're cheap! As long as I get the chance, I will kill them all!" You Tianqi said coldly.
Meng Xing and others followed them slowly, but Meng Xing looked indifferent and chatted with the monk Martial Arts and laughed.
The others were a little nervous, worried that these guys from Jue Shen Sect would attack at any time.
I went to Chanlin Temple without any danger and came to a huge square. At this time, many masters had gathered together and were looking forward to it.
"The master of Jue Shen Sect is here!"
"The masters of the Daomen Lei Sect have already arrived!"
"The people from the Demon Sect and the Demon Clan must have pretended to be other people and got in."
"Yes, they do this every time! However, no one knows who are from the Demon Sect and the Demon Sect, unless they expose their martial arts."
"Hey! Who are those dozen people? They were actually led by a monk from Chanlin Temple, and even Jue Shen Sect did not have such treatment."
"Yes! Just now, I saw a monk greeting people from Lei Sect, but the others basically ignored them. But these people were treated with special treatment, which was too unfair."
"This should not be requested by the Chanlin Temple, but led by the monk who knew those people."
"The master of Chanlin Temple is going to prepare to fight against monks from the Western Regions, and he has no intention of paying attention to these things."
"Yes! Yes! I think the same is true. The monks in the Western Regions were too arrogant. The preaching and treating Buddha five years ago defeated the masters of Chanlin Temple step by step. Later, in the competition of Buddhist practices,
They are equal in size and win or lose."
"This time, the monks in the Western Regions may not give up. They want to crush the Chanlin Temple with all their might, so the masters of the Chanlin Temple are under great pressure and have no mind to pay attention to other things."
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Meng Xing and others stood in the square and looked up. In front of them was a hall with three golden lacquer characters "Zen Lin Temple" on the plaque. Behind the hall were Buddha halls, lined up one by one, and there was a nine-story high.
The tower suddenly emerged, looking very energetic.
There is also a two-story bell tower with a huge bronze bell hanging. A monk sitting on the bell tower is resting with his eyes closed.
Not long after, the monk stood up and started to ring the bell.
Suddenly, the bells were sounding melodiously, forming invisible sound waves, spreading around and impacting the human heart.
The irritable heart also calmed down at this moment.
Many people's expressions became very pious, solemn and solemn, and they did not dare to talk and laugh casually, and they did not dare to have any blasphemy thoughts.
Monk Jieyan also stood aside and solemnly recited the sutras.
It was not until the bell stopped that everyone came to their senses and felt that their hearts seemed to be washed away, washing away the dirt of the world.
Some people's martial arts cultivation shows signs of breakthroughs, and their aura has become much stronger.
Someone sighed and said, "No wonder some people say that if the cultivation level reaches a bottleneck and cannot break through, come to Chanlin Temple to listen to the masters' lectures, and you may be able to break through. This time I really felt it, listen to this
The bell sounds, I'm about to break through the bottleneck."
At this moment, a bald figure suddenly appeared in front of the main hall of Chanlin Temple. He was tall, tall, deep, and took out a huge wooden fish with one hand, and took out a wooden fish mallet larger than a fist, and began to hit it loudly.
Get up.
Rhythmic sounds emanate like the surroundings, rushing towards the hearts of the people around them, as if they were knocking in everyone's hearts.
"Tu tuk! Tu tuk! Tu tuk..."
Everyone's hearts seemed to be beating constantly with the sound of the wooden fish, and their expressions were fascinated.
"Plop!"
A man suddenly knelt down and said fanatically: "I want to convert to my Buddha! I want to be ordained and become a monk in the Western Regions."
"Puboo! Puboo!"
Three or four people knelt down and shouted frantically: "I want to convert to my Buddha! Please accept me! Accept me!"
"Do!Do!Do!"
The bells of Chanlin Temple rang melodiously again, impacting the sound of the wooden fish, as if the vast ocean was like a vast ocean, drowning the sound of the wooden fish.
"Tu tuk! Tu tuk..."
"Dang! Dang! Dang..."
The voices of the two sides were intertwined, as if they were sparking fierce sparks in the air.
The people who knelt down woke up as soon as they dreamed, stood up one after another, with a little shocked look in their eyes. If it weren't for the bells of Chanlin Temple to save them, they would have willingly followed the monks of the Western Regions to escape into the monks.
The bell and the wooden fish intertwined violently, and it rang for half a quarter of an hour, but there was still no difference in winning or losing.
But many people feel very uncomfortable after listening to the interweaving of these two sounds, and feel dizzy and a little nauseous.
So they sat down cross-legged and used their energy to resist these two sounds.
Seeing that this situation was not sure when it would end, Meng Xing appeared in his hand that could block the sound, and then activated it, covering the people of Zhenwu Sect, including Monk Jie Yan, in the formation.
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Suddenly, the sounds around disappeared, and everyone in Zhenwu Sect breathed a sigh of relief. If you continue listening, everyone might faint.
The situation outside can still be seen in the formation.
Except for those who are at the fifth level of cultivation, they are still standing still without changing their faces. Everyone else is sitting on the ground, using their power to resist.
There are four or five people from the Jue Shen Sect and the Dao Sect, who are still standing. They are obviously at the fifth grade or above and have both strengths.
The monk who beat the wooden fish was sitting in front of the wooden fish, closing his eyes and constantly knocking.
At this time, eight monks wearing cassocks slowly walked to the monk who beat the wooden fish. They were all tall, with noses like eagles and eyes as deep as lightning. There were two or three people's eyes.
Light blue.
A total of nine monks from the Western Regions came.
Kacha!
The wooden fish that was being beaten suddenly cracked, but the monk still ignored it and continued to knock. After knocking for more than a dozen times, the wooden fish shattered into countless pieces and scattered all over the ground.
The bell rang a few times and stopped leisurely.
"Amitabha! My monk Nimo led many monks from the Western Regions to discuss sutras and treatises. Master Shikong, why don't you come out to meet us?" A thin and dark monk looked completely different from other monks from the Western Regions.
He came out, put his hands together and said.
Then, a monk with a medium figure came out of Chanlin Temple. He looked about fifty years old, followed by more than a dozen monks. Each of them looked solemn and solemn, and the atmosphere seemed extremely solemn.