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Starry Night, Lu Hai.

This night, destined to sleepless, the crowds blocked the streets of Luhai City, and the traffic police struggled to maintain law and order, but they couldn't resist the enthusiastic fans.

Of the three major religions in the world, the number of Buddhist believers is quite high, although it is not as good as the base ~ governor, but it is definitely the top class.

And in today's Buddhism, the leader is naturally Nagarjuna, the birthplace of ancient India.

Hundreds of thousands of people gathered tonight, without exception, all of them admired Nagarjuna's holy name, and there were many fans of his future.

"I heard that there is a guy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and he wants to talk to the holy monk. "

Really? Crazy, the origin of Buddhism in the world is ancient India, and the holy monk is a master of the world who has deeply understood the essence of Mahayana Buddhism, who can talk to him?"

"Even the previous Wudang sage Zhang Shan crossed to India three times, and he only fought one draw and two losses, and I heard that the time of Ping, the holy monk was sick. At

the front end of the crowd, the people who don't know the truth are discussing.

They only knew that Nagarjuna would come over tonight to talk to people, and as for who the opponent was, they didn't know.

Of course, they don't need to know that in the hearts of their devout believers, Nagarjuna is the only true God!

No matter who it is, it is impossible to win him.

On the cusp, capitalists will naturally not let go of this good opportunity to make money.

This market is too big, and Lu Hai has been crowded today, but this does not mean that there are only so many fans of Nagarjuna.

Nearly a million people were unable to arrive at the site because they did not have air tickets or were forcibly restricted from traveling, and they were no less enthusiastic than those who were there.

At this time, if you come to a live channel, you will immediately be overwhelmed by people~ streams.

Of course, this is exactly the case, the show just started, and the popularity instantly reached hundreds of millions

!【Fuck!I squeezed for half an hour, fucking garbage server

!】【Holy monk, holy monk!】【

Amitabha, Amitabha!】

At this time, the other anchors on the platform, at the moment when the show just started, all dropped out.

There are even some slightly more radical anchors, while complaining about the platform, they just said in passing: stupid ~ forced monk's words.

Tens of thousands of people immediately smashed the anchor, so that he quit the network and never appeared again.

The second rise in popularity was in the debut of Nagarjuna, and the entire live broadcast room was stuck at that time.

After the protector of the path lowered Nagarjuna, he spread out half a circle and sat cross-legged and recited the sutras.

At the center point, after three days and three nights of bathing bean washing in Nagarjuna, Vajra sat on the nun altar, took out the poplar branch in his mouth, changed into three clothes, ignored the noise around him, and began to chant the sutras.

[

Holy Monk!Holy Monk!] [Holy Monk!Holy Monk!] "Holy Monk!Holy Monk

!"

The barrage was rare and consistent with the scene, and the shouts shook the sky.

Nagarjuna ignored it completely, his heart lake was always in one direction, and tonight his focus was one and only one.

Li Feng'an

, who was 'remembered' but didn't know about it, had just stepped into the Lu Hai with his front foot, and there were countless coercion and persecution, which actually made his saint realm unstable.

Lost people.

In the entire Luhai City, all the popularity is condensed on Nagarjuna, without people, Li Fengan's realm can be stabilized, it is already good.

"I thought Nagarjuna's fame was just blown, but I didn't expect it to be so good!" The old man on the side sighed, and he also felt the coercion of the pressure.

Li Yunyu and Li Xiaoxian, who were following on both sides, were already so frightened that they hid in the gossip bag.

Li Fengan gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

Outside the dome, a golden body of an Arhat shrouded the blue star sky, and dark clouds covered the sun.

"Here comes Li Shengren, the old man has prepared some greeting gifts for you, just a small courtesy, please accept it."

Nagarjuna's voice dissipated, and Faxiang's fist broke through the sky and slammed towards Li Fengan.

'Bang!'

Li Fengan resisted the first blow, and the concrete ground under his feet sank several feet deep.

Sweat oozed from his forehead, Li Fengan's expression twitched slightly, and he took another step behind his negative hand.

Another punch fell, superimposed on the first punch just now.

As

if he was pressed by two mountain peaks, the muscles on Li Feng'an's body began to tremble continuously, and every step he took would cause cobwebs to crack on the road under his feet.

Li Fengan couldn't fight back, because Nagarjuna had the upper hand, and he had to carry this magic circle.

It was fine before, but now that the young man who has lost his peace, it is a little difficult to even stabilize the saint realm, and it is very difficult to resist this kind of attack.

If it weren't for the good foundation before, I'm afraid I would have to lie down now.

One step at a time, in just a few dozen meters, Li Fengan walked for twenty minutes, during which the golden body method was swung a total of nine hundred and eighty-one punches.

By the time Nagarjuna came to him, Li Fengan had already been soaked in sweat and had become a 'water man', panting for breath and smiling strongly.

"Coming?" Nagarjuna finally opened his eyes and stood barefoot on the ground, a little surprised: "It's beyond my expectation that I can still get here without a person."

Li Fengan still had the harmless smile of humans and animals, and blood flowed out of his hands behind him.

Nagarjuna looked around and said, "However, I really want to know, how do you deal with this scene now? Without people, even if it is you Li Fengan, what can you do?"

Li Fengan smiled and retracted, Nagarjuna was not talking ruthlessly, the time and place were favorable, all of them were indispensable, and it was indeed tricky to lose people.

Above Lu Hai, in the Dharma Realm, there were seven guys who looked familiar, but had never met at all, and were smiling and greeting.

"Hahaha, Lao Qi, it seems that this time your Longwu is doomed, and you will die as soon as you become holy, which is a pity. "The purple-robed Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain's generation, Zhao Chengxuan, bowed his hand and greeted Qi Kongdao.

Qi Kongdao's face was displeased, he shook his hand, and said angrily: "Isn't it just that I stole some of your tributes in the early years, and Feng'an has helped you less in these years, as for falling into the well like this!"

Zhao Chengxuan was stunned for a moment, closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Psychologically, Zhao Chengxuan must hope that Long Wu won, but he is used to talking to Qi Kong on weekdays, and today he is used to exporting, thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is really inappropriate to joke at this time.

The old monk above the golden-haired lion-faced beast also spoke at this time: "If it weren't for your invitation, the poor monk really wouldn't want to travel thousands of miles here to watch the old man's playful play.

"Yo, old monk, you're really shameless, who invited you, didn't you come here licking your face? "Big ~ wave ~ The woman took off her sunglasses and said in her throat.

The corners of Wang Zi's middle-aged man's mouth rose, and he couldn't hold back a smile, he had been eating this kind of ridicule all these years, and now that his identity has changed, it feels good to see others being scolded.

The old monk smiled awkwardly and lowered his head: "Amitabha." "