After 10 Years of Chopping Wood, I Am Invincible Chapter 441

Amid the chatter of the crowd, Meng Xing and the others followed Monk Jieyan away from Jinzhou City and walked towards the Chanlin Temple.

Just halfway through, I saw a person in front of me. It was a person from the Jue Shenzong. There were fifteen people in total, and You Tianqi and He Zhenzi were among them.

Seeing Meng Xing and the others, You Tianqi suddenly burst into anger and rushed over.

He Zhenzi said: "Don't be impulsive, the monks of Chanlin Temple are escorting them, you can't offend these monks."

Only then did You Tianqi control his anger and stop.

Since the scandal between him and his female disciples came to light, he has lost a lot of face in Jue Shenzong, and he has become a talking point for those disciples after dinner. He always feels that these things are caused by these people of Zhenwu Sect, because the black-clothed man who appeared. The white men in the face are all helping Zhenwuzong, so the biggest responsibility is these guys from Zhenwuzong.

Moreover, he and Meng Xing also had so many conflicts, to the point of endless death, and the other party also killed many disciples of the Absolute God Sect.

"Humph! It's cheap for them! As long as I get the chance, I will definitely kill them all!" You Tianqi said coldly.

Meng Xing and the others followed behind them slowly, but Meng Xing didn't seem to care, chatting and laughing with the martial law monk.

Others are a little nervous, worried that these guys from the Absolute God Sect will attack at any time.

I stepped up to the Zen Forest Temple without any risk, and came to a huge square. At this time, many masters had gathered and were looking forward to it.

"The master of the Absolute God Sect is here!"

"The master of Daomen Leizong has already come!"

"The people from the Demon Sect and the Demon Race must have disguised themselves as other people and mixed in."

"Yeah, they do it every time! However, no one knows who is from the Demon Sect and the Demon Race unless they expose their cultivation techniques."

"Hey! Who are the dozen or so people? They were led up by a monk from Zenlin Temple. Even Jue Shenzong doesn't have this treatment."

"Yeah! I also saw a monk greeted Lei Zong's people just now, and the others basically ignored them. These people have special treatment, which is too unfair."

"This should not be requested by the chairperson of Zenlin Temple, but the monk who knew those people and led him here."

"The master of Zenlin Temple has to prepare for the battle with the monks in the Western Regions, and he has no intention of understanding this."

"Yeah! Yes! I think so too. The monks in the Western Regions are too arrogant. Five years ago, when they lectured on the Buddhist scriptures, they beat the masters of the Chanlin Temple to the ground. Later, in the Buddhist practice competition, they were not It's an evenly matched fight, with winners and losers."

"I am afraid that the monks in the Western Regions will not give up this time. They want to crush the Chanlin Temple with all their strength, so the masters of the Chanlin Temple are under a lot of pressure and have no mind to pay attention to other things."

Meng Xing and the others stood on the square and looked up. In front of them was a large hall with three large gold lacquer characters "Zenlin Temple" on the plaque. Behind the hall, there were many Buddhist temples, row upon row, and a nine-story high hall. The tower, standing out suddenly, looks very bold.

There is also a two-story clock tower with a huge bronze bell hanging. A monk is sitting on the bell tower, closing his eyes and resting.

After a while, the monk stood up and started to strike the bell.

Immediately, the bell sounded melodious, forming invisible sound waves that spread around, impacting people's hearts.

The irritable heart also calmed down at this moment.

The expressions of many people have become very pious, solemn and solemn, and they dare not talk or laugh casually, or have any blasphemous thoughts.

Monk Jieyan also stood aside, solemnly chanting sutras.

Until the bell stopped, everyone came back to their senses, and felt that their hearts seemed to be washed, washing away the dirt of the world.

There are some people's martial arts cultivation that has some signs of breakthrough, and the aura on their bodies has become much stronger.

Someone sighed and said: "No wonder some people say that if you reach a bottleneck in your cultivation and cannot break through, come to Zenlin Temple to listen to the lectures of the masters, maybe you can break through. This time I really feel it, listen to this Bell, I'm about to break through the bottleneck."

At this moment, a bald figure suddenly appeared in front of the main hall of Zenlin Temple, tall, with a high nose and deep eyes, took out a huge wooden fish in one hand, and a wooden fish mallet larger than a fist, and began to tap. up.

One after another rhythmic voices emanated from all around, impacting the hearts of the people around them, as if they were knocking on everyone's hearts.

"Tuk Tuk! Tuk Tuk! Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

Everyone's heart seemed to be beating non-stop with the sound of this wooden fish, and their expressions were intoxicated.

"Pfft!"

A man suddenly knelt down and said fervently, "I want to take refuge in my Buddha! I want to shave and become a monk in the Western Regions."

"Puff! Puff!"

Three or four people knelt down and shouted enthusiastically one by one: "I want to take refuge in my Buddha! Please accept me, Master! Accept me!"

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The bell of Zenlin Temple rang melodiously again, impacting the sound of the wooden fish, like a vast ocean, drowning the sound of the wooden fish beating.

"Tuk Tuk! Tuk Tuk..."

"When! When! When..."

The voices of the two sides were intertwined, as if a fierce spark was stirred in the air.

The few kneeling people woke up like a dream, and stood up one after another, with a little horror in their eyes. If it wasn't for the bell from the Zen Forest Temple, they would have been willing to follow the monks from the Western Regions to escape into the empty door.

The sound of the bell and the sound of the wooden fish intertwined fiercely, and it rang for half an hour, but there was still no winner or loser.

But many people listened to the interweaving of these two voices, but it was very uncomfortable after listening for a long time. They felt dizzy and nauseated.

So they sat down cross-legged one by one, using their strength to resist these two voices.

Meng Xing didn't know when this situation would end. A set of formation plates that could block the sound appeared in his hand, and it was activated immediately, covering the people of the Zhenwu Sect, including Monk Jiyan, in the formation.

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Immediately, the surrounding voices disappeared, and everyone in Zhenwuzong breathed a sigh of relief. If they listened again, everyone might faint.

The outside can still be seen in the formation.

Except for those who had cultivated in the fifth-rank realm, they were all right, and they were still standing without changing their faces.

There are four or five people in Jue Shenzong and Daomen Lei Zong who are still standing. Obviously, they are all above the cultivation base of rank five, and their strength is not weak.

And the monk who knocked on the wooden fish was sitting in front of the wooden fish, with his eyes closed ~www.mtlnovel.com~ kept knocking.

At this time, eight monks in cassocks also walked slowly to the monk who hit the wooden fish. All of them were tall, with noses like eagle hooks and eyes as deep as electricity. Two or three of them still had eyes light blue.

A total of nine monks from the Western Regions came.

Kacha!

The wooden fish that was being tapped suddenly cracked, but the monk still ignored it and continued to tap. After a dozen more taps, the wooden fish shattered into countless pieces and scattered on the ground.

The bell rang a few times and then stopped leisurely.

"Amitabha! The poor monk Nimo, led many monks from the Western Regions, came to talk about the Buddhist scriptures. Master Shikong, have you come out to meet us?" He came out, put his hands together, and said.

Immediately, a medium-sized monk came out of the Chanlin Temple. He seemed to be in his fifties. There were a dozen monks behind him, all of them solemn and solemn, and the atmosphere seemed extremely solemn.

Chapter end