Seeing this scene, the thin monk jumped up and flew into the sky like a big crane!
And the fat monk followed closely behind, putting his feet on everyone's heads and rushing towards the high platform!
Just as the two were about to go up to the high platform, a curse suddenly came from behind them: m.
"How dare you step on my head! Do you want to die?"
Hearing the sound, the two monks who were still in mid-air turned their heads sharply, only to see that the eyes of everyone on the field had been locked on them.
"It seems... not settled..." A thought appeared in the thin monk's mind. He immediately twisted his figure and turned back to where he was. His whole body fell back to the original place like a piece of linen cloth.
"Bang!" A muffled sound came from the side!
But the fat monk panicked and fell directly from the air.
The fat monk seemed to have never been so embarrassed. He got up with a red face, then picked up the bamboo hat that fell on the ground, then clasped his hands together and kept bending down to apologize to the people who stepped on his head:
"Amitabha, I'm very sorry! Please forgive me!"
"Amitabha, I was so eager to save people just now..."
He hurriedly returned to his position and retracted into his seat.
Everyone's eyes once again moved to the only senior brother still standing.
Being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, the senior brother suddenly looked embarrassed, and his forehead under the bamboo hat was covered with beads of sweat!
Seeing that everyone had doubts on their faces, as if they were waiting for an explanation, he had no choice but to recite the Buddha's name again:
"Amitabha!"
"God has the virtue of good life, all donors, please don't fight or kill!"
It's just that contrary to the louder voice just now, his voice is getting lower and lower now, and in the end it is inaudible!
After saying that, he slowly sat back down and tried his best to pretend that nothing happened.
The three monks behaved strangely and spoke strangely, but they didn’t know why they were yelling just now!
After another induction, I saw that the three people's auras were weak and their realm was low. It was even more difficult to figure out what the three people were planning to do.
But when the fat monk's bamboo hat fell off, the expression of Ma Xianren on the stage changed slightly, but returned to normal after a moment, but Liangchen, who was in Feimeng Pavilion, straightened up suddenly!
"The days are short and the nights are long!" Liangchen had spent several years with them, so he naturally recognized them at a glance.
But the other one was a bit unfamiliar. Could it be that he was the senior brother they often mentioned.
Why did they travel thousands of miles to come here?
The actions of the three of them just now seemed like they were preparing to go on stage to save someone?
Could it be that the Basket Temple has really been moved? Otherwise, why couldn't I find it several times?
However, the temple is shaped like a basket. If one uses great supernatural powers to carry it away, it is not impossible!
Liangchen was thinking about it, and one question after another emerged in his mind. He wished he could go down and meet him now, but he heard a voice on the field:
"one!"
The words just fell!
The man holding the string suddenly moved!
I saw a ball of white light suddenly blooming, and thousands of filaments shooting out in all directions like spider webs!
Accompanied by the light, the figure of the palmer shook violently, becoming blurry and like a shadow.
At the same time, thousands of filaments simultaneously emitted bursts of space fluctuations, instantly covering the entire hall.
And the next moment, the person holding the string finally moved!
I saw bursts of dazzling silver light emitting from his whole body, and then he took a step forward!
A strange scene appeared!
As he took steps, a three-inch white robe afterimage appeared simultaneously on the thousands of filaments in the sky.
The shapes of the afterimages are almost the same, as if they are the Palm Man shrunk many times, and they are almost exactly the same under the induction of spiritual thoughts, exuding the same aura as the original figure.
These thousands of people in white robes did not stop and walked forward with their feet on silver threads.
Every step left a physical afterimage on the silver thread.
But in the blink of an eye, the sky of the entire venue was filled with the afterimages of thousands of people holding strings!
Seeing this scene, everyone on the field suddenly burst into exclamations, but no one could tell which one was his.
When the golden-eyed child saw the dense shadows, a trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Little tricks!"
Then the golden light all over his body suddenly bloomed, and a golden light burst out like the scorching sun!
Wherever the golden light reaches, everything is golden!
Regardless of the countless silver threads or the afterimages of thousands of incarnations, they were all shrouded in golden light.
"Light of God!" The golden-eyed child shouted softly!
The afterimages in the sky began to melt rapidly like candles bathing in flames.
In an instant, it turned into a pool of silver light and then disappeared in mid-air.
Everything just happened in the blink of an eye, and everything became clear again.
On the high platform, the man in white robe stood in place as if he had never moved.
The golden-eyed child's mouth was raised with a hint of sneer, and he looked sideways at the person holding the string, as if he had never made a move.
"No need to struggle, you are like an ant in my eyes!" The golden-eyed child seemed to be in no mood to delay any longer. As the words fell, a golden light shot out of his eyes.
"Chain of Light!" shouted softly!
Seeing the golden light, the palmer's body immediately turned into an afterimage, but before he could teleport, his body was already covered with golden chains as thick as fingers, and the chains were wrapped around his neck and down to his feet.
"Take it!" The golden-eyed child ordered, and two men in red robes stepped forward.
"What should I do?" When the fat monk in the corner saw this scene, he immediately looked at Senior Brother anxiously.
"What else can we do? Wait a while." The thin monk at the side answered directly.
"What are you waiting for? He will be arrested soon! Just wait!" The fat monk seemed very dissatisfied when he heard his answer.
"Otherwise, what else can we do? With your belly, can you save people?" the thin monk immediately asked.
"Hmph! If you hadn't caused trouble yesterday, how could Senior Brother have used the magical power! If he hadn't used it yesterday, we would have rescued people long ago!" The fat monk became angry when he said it and immediately passed the responsibility. To the second senior brother.
"You still have the nerve to mention this? If you weren't greedy, how could we break through the formation? If we didn't break through the formation, how could we be besieged?" The second senior brother immediately retorted.
"Stop arguing! It's all my fault!" The senior brother stopped him.
"what to do?"
Seeing the group of red-robed men on the stage surrounding the man holding the string and trying to capture him, the fat monk became increasingly anxious. If he hadn't known that he was no match, he would have almost rushed to save them.
"Yes!"
At this critical moment, the senior brother beside him seemed to wake up, and he fumbled and took out a kit.
"The master told me before he left. In critical moments, you can look at the tips and just follow them."
He took a look at the brocade bag, but only pulled out a piece of paper.
The three monks raised their heads and looked at each other at the same time, all looking at each other in confusion.
"ah!"
Some people died, but not completely...
