Chapter 562.
The hinterland of the Western Region was also known as the Western Heavenly Buddhist Region.
It was said that there were tens of thousands of large and small temples within the Buddhist Region, with tens of millions of formally ordained monks, and billions of believers worshipping these temples and monks.
The people living here basically believed in Buddha and revered him, and willingly dedicated everything to the Western Region Buddhist Sect.
Some believers were even more fanatical!
When Wang Chen, who had just teleported over, came back to his senses, he saw an extremely shocking scene.
On the huge square, uncountable people were prostrate in the black.
They threw themselves towards the Buddhist temple, their mouths chanting Sanskrit, and their dark, thin faces were filled with piety.
The prayers of countless people converged together, and on the spot, it brought a great impact to the group of cultivators including Wang Chen!
The Sanskrit sound entered the brain!
Wang Chen’s face changed, and he immediately held onto his mind, his own consciousness instantly sinking into the Swire Dao Tablet that was entrenched in his sea of consciousness.
The ancient Taoist monument is mysterious and incomparable, and Wang Chuan’s understanding of this treasure is not even the tip of the iceberg.
However, the ancient Taoist monument had helped Wang Chuan pass through several dangerous disasters, and he was able to get a glimpse of the true face, and thus mastered some of the know-how to utilize the power of the Taoist monument.
When Wang Chen’s mind and will merged with the Swire Dao Monument, the Brahma sound from the outside world was suddenly weak and inaudible.
It no longer had any effect on him.
However, while Wang Chuan was protected by the Swire Dao Tablet, the other sect cultivators were not so lucky.
Some of them were pale, sweating like pulp on their foreheads, and their veins bulged out to reveal a bit of distress and pain.
Some of them slapped a few spirit talismans on their bodies, stimulating a channel of spiritual light to resist the pervasive soul-capturing Brahma sound.
Some sat cross-legged on the ground, closing their ears and eyes and activating their Xuan Gong Mind Technique to resist it.
And a few weak-willed cultivators caught off guard by the subconscious was seized, eyes blank in the struggle, like a drowning person trying to grab a straw, the result is nothing.
At any time there is the possibility of falling!
One of the cultivators knelt down on the spot, compassionate infatuation appearing on his face.
Clang!
It was at this time that the resounding sound of the zither suddenly entered everyone’s ears.
Everyone immediately felt a bucket of ice water poured over their heads, their minds abruptly became tranquil and calm, and the Sanskrit sounds coming from all directions were greatly weakened.
Many people immediately let out a long breath.
The cultivator kneeling on the ground also came to his senses and crawled up with a red face.
He had actually been very lucky, once his mind completely fell, he would become a fanatical Buddhist believer.
Losing himself forever!
Everyone unanimously looked in the direction from which the sound of the zither came.
One could only see a white-skirted female cultivator holding a phoenix-tailed zither in her arms, her delicate fingers pressed on top of the strings, her clear and beautiful face looking grave.
Her five fingers danced, the sound of the zither was unceasing, and not long after, her forehead was already drenched in fragrant sweat!
Many cultivators revealed a color of shame.
They were male Violet Mansion cultivators, but now they had to rely on a female cultivator to protect them.
When really, they couldn’t wait to find a crack in the ground to drill into.
The problem was that people didn’t know how to deal with such tactics of the Buddhist Sect, they couldn’t just fight against those kneeling believers who were praying here, could they?
These Buddhist believers are basically ordinary people, a spell down to kill a hundred or eighty easily, but the resulting serious consequences, no one can bear down.
The crowd of cultivators hated their teeth, but also felt very tricky!
This dark loss they were bound to eat.
“Tie!”
A rough-looking cultivator yelled with his jaws wide open, “Is this the Buddhist Sect’s way of treating guests?”
His roar was like a thunderous explosion, rolling out in all directions, surprisingly overpowering the Sanskrit sounds recited by countless believers.
Edict Spirit Shock Drink!
This was a special spell of the Purple Mantle rank, similar to the Buddhist Sect’s Lion’s Roar, possessing the power to shock the soul.
The huge square instantly became quiet.
Those five-bodied believers twisted their heads in unison to look at Wang Chen and the others, and their gazes were filled with a cold and indifferent look.
It made people shudder!
The brash cultivator let out a cold snort and swallowed the hot blood that had rushed to his throat.
The Edict Spirit Shocking Drink that he had just issued had certainly suppressed the Soul Snatching Brahma Sound, but it had also suffered a great backlash, and at this moment, the qi and blood in his body were churning, and he had already suffered from a not-so-light internal injury.
However, this cultivator’s temperament is valiant, and he would rather lose his cultivation than spit out this blood.
“Amitabha Buddha~”
It was at this time that several yellow-robed monks arrived late and appeared in front of the crowd of cultivators.
The leading monk among them had a fat head and smiled as he saluted, “Junior monk Xuan Yuan Temple’s Zhitong, I have met all of you upper cultivators.”
“I’m very sorry, the Lingjia flying boat that will guide you all was delayed on the way, so please take a short rest in the side hall.”
With that, he once again bowed deeply with his hands joined.
Everyone looked at each other in disbelief.
As the saying goes, a hand is not stretched out, this Knowing Monk’s attitude was impeccable, and he put his posture so low that people who wanted to have an attack didn’t know how to do it.
Zhitong bowed again, “All the upper cultivators, please ……”
“Forget it.”
A cultivator suddenly said, “Let’s go.”
It was Canglan Sect’s Xu Yingyi.
Xu Ying Yi’s smooth temperament was good at socializing, and having been a representative of the clan many times to the Western Region to observe the ceremony, he knew quite a few of the cultivators present and had a very good relationship with them.
Therefore, when Xu Ying Yi opened his mouth, everyone went along with him and headed to the side hall to rest under the guidance of Xuan Yuan Temple’s guest.
However, the majority of the cultivators had a hard time calming their hearts.
As representatives of the sect, these cultivators were all elites in the sect, and having been given a rude awakening for no apparent reason today, there were not many who could swallow this breath.
After the Xuan Yuan Temple monks served tea and exited the side hall, the crowd of cultivators immediately murmured, all of them filled with righteous indignation.
“These monks have gone too far!”
“Damn it, I really want to fuck him hard!”
“I just want to know, what exactly do these bald asses want?”
“This mustn’t be let go just like that!”
There was an instantaneous clamor.
Xu Ying Yi got up and said, “Everyone be quiet for a moment!”
This Canglan Sect disciple still had some face, and many people closed their mouths, wanting to hear what he had to say.
The side hall quickly quieted down.
“Cough!”
Xu Yingyi coughed twice before saluting the white-skirted female cultivator sitting on the side, “This senior sister of the Tianqin Sect, thank you for stepping in to relieve the danger just now.”
It was only then that everyone came to their senses and expressed their gratitude to the other party.
The Tianqin Sect’s female cultivator’s pretty face flushed a faint redness as she rose to return the salute, “The Dao Sect is of the same breath, it is only right to watch over each other and help each other out, there is no need for you to be courteous, all of you senior brothers.”
Xu Ying Yi high-fived, “Well said, dare to ask the name of the senior sister?”
The Tianqin Sect female cultivator pursed her lips and replied, “Junior sister Yan Shishi.”
“So it’s senior sister Yan.”
Xu Yingyi nodded and looked at the brash cultivator again, “Senior Brother Hu, are you alright?”
He was one of the few cultivators who could tell that the other party was injured.
The brash cultivator shook his head and said in a muffled voice, “Can’t die.”
“The Buddhist Sect is really bullying people too much!”
Xu Yingyi’s complexion stared as he said in a deep voice, “Fellow Daoists, if we swallow this breath this time, we are bound to drag the reputation of the sect down with us, and it is intolerable!”