At the same time as the suona sounded, the morning bell of Jinguang Temple also rang:
First, knock it slowly for a total of eighteen times, then knock it fast for eighteen times. Repeat three times until it reaches one hundred and eight times before stopping.
The vast bells resounded throughout the northern land, temporarily suppressing the sound of the suona.
Even the thick fog seemed to dissipate a little bit due to the sound of the bell, even if it immediately returned to its original appearance.
Chen, who is ignorant and ignorant, would not understand the meaning of the bell. This guy thought it was the same as the wake-up call during military training.
So he immediately ran towards the main hall, shouting loudly at the same time.
"The enemy is coming! Don't sleep! Emergency gathering!!!"
Facts have proved that Chen has nothing to worry about:
By the time he arrived at the main hall with the Doll Army and the Wicked Cocoon, the entire Jinguang Temple had already assembled under the leadership of Master Kong Chan.
According to the seniority and inferiority of the young, they were divided into two rows and sat on both sides of the Buddha statue.
And he has already reserved a place for Mr. Chen beside Master Kong Chan.
In such a solemn and solemn scene, it was rare for the disaster not to talk nonsense, but to sit down "with difficulty" holding the little fascist in his arms.
The reason why it was difficult was because the body was really rigor mortis.
If his soul hadn't been strengthened, he really wouldn't be able to twist him...
The cocoon of wickedness is like the Dharma Protector, standing proudly behind the disaster.
As for the young skinheads, they hid shamelessly on both sides of the entrance to the hall.
He held up the small mace in his hand, ready to attack the incoming dirty things.
After a while, the dark wind roared, causing the windows to open wide and making crackling noises; it blew everyone's clothes and clothes and made them unable to open their eyes.
However, except for the curses and curses and attempts to get up and close the windows, the monks at Jinguang Temple remained unmoved.
Still sitting cross-legged and reciting the Diamond Sutra.
Seeing that no one else was moving, the disaster was a little embarrassed. After a moment of hesitation, he sat back down.
Although I don't know how to recite sutras, in order to prevent myself from appearing too different, I can only keep doing it.
This idiom of "making up the numbers" is vividly demonstrated.
Just like this, the wind became stronger after a while, and after the lightning and thunder, heavy rain poured down.
Then there was a bang and the main door of the hall was blown open by the wind, and cold rainwater flew in instantly.
Through the rain curtain, Chen saw a big red sedan chair standing quietly outside, carried by paper figures in red clothes.
The paper man's mouth was bloody and he stared straight at everyone in the hall.
Under the illumination of sporadic lightning, the paper figures flickered on and off, making them look even more terrifying and ferocious.
Chen originally wanted to speak to ease the tense situation, but it was obvious that no one else made any move and could only hold back.
After all, it is written in novels that the person who speaks first in such a scene is often not a master, and will be beaten to death in a short while.
After another moment of stalemate, a cold voice suddenly came from the sedan chair.
"Monk, if you don't want to die, please return the letter of engagement immediately!"
"This girl does not want to bloodbath this Buddhist holy land!"
Before Master Kong Chan could speak, Chen, who had been unable to hold back his words for a long time after hearing the headless bride's words, immediately laughed out loud.
"Hahaha, can't you help it anymore? Have you spoken first? It seems that we are the ultimate masters!"
As soon as Disaster opened his mouth, except for the wicked cocoon who nodded in agreement, everyone else looked over with five big words in their eyes:
Are you 2B...
The big red sedan chair outside the palace trembled for a while, and then floated in the air.
The eight paper figures carrying the sedan chair giggled and rushed straight inside.
When the young skinheads lying in ambush on both sides saw this, they immediately slammed their maces down, still chanting "Namo Amitabha".
The paper man was caught off guard and was immediately knocked to the ground.
However, it floated up again in an instant and struggled with the Xiaohai monks.
The little fascist, who was becoming more and more like a straw bag general, saw his little brother being bullied and immediately rushed out with curses.
He raised the mini watermelon knife and slashed at the paper man.
The reason why stink bombs are not used is because it is too easy to accidentally hurt the enemy when we are entangled.
However, the little thing obviously overestimated his own strength. As soon as he rushed forward, he was slapped back by the paper man. He fell into Chen's arms and cried loudly.
It’s really so humiliating and humiliating to look like that...
