The atmosphere suddenly turned pink.
The music in the hall also became particularly thought-provoking.
Several women were kneeling on the ground, rising and falling with a fast yet seemingly soothing rhythm.
When the fierce and intensive drum beats, the rouge on the face stops at the last second.
The women held hands and slowly stood up.
The lights hit the stage.
Everyone's eyes widened, and then they couldn't help but made a "wow" sound.
Each of these little sand figures, either naive or delicate, landed where the women had been kneeling.
"This is truly a work of art! Water and sand can be used to knead objects. What is rare is the ingenuity of the mind, the proficiency of the technique, and the uniqueness of the tools." Yan Yu admitted that he was stunned.
Sure enough, the monks in the temple are the ones who know how to play.
In this ancient land, they once served as spokespersons for politics and religion and made too many absurd and ridiculous tricks.
Nowadays, some ancient inheritances allow these monks to still live a life of masters after losing their political voice.
After the exclamation, the silent bidding is the real battlefield without blood.
Yan Yu gritted his teeth and entered all his current wealth directly into the input device.
The saints from these temples are not only commodities, but also spies from outside some ancient temples.
Through these external saints, the monks are extending their tentacles to many places in an attempt to restore the past glory.
Therefore, Yan Yu's best opportunity to leak the truth is these saints.
The most vulnerable time for a man to lose his guard is when he is caught.
The so-called ordinary girls in regular massage places are sometimes more likely to get large tips than the exquisite princesses in clubs, and this is also the case.
When impulse arises, reason is severely suppressed.
Yan Yu was about to make a mistake that most men would make.
The romance of that night is not enough for outsiders to describe.
Yan Yu could write an article of 100,000 words about this night's experience.
But... he didn't have much literary talent, so he could only give a comprehensive and thorough description in four short words like "Fuck, it's so cool."
Naturally, he also completed the tasks assigned to him by Lin Xi.
The news will soon be passed back to the temple through the saint who has had a relationship with him.
Even if some people prefer to believe their existence rather than their non-existence, the temple will still find some people to cause trouble for them.
By then, it would be time for Lin Xi and the others to make things big.
The imagined trouble came later than Yan Yu expected.
After that night, it took about six hours before three burly, dark-skinned Ararat men came to the door.
After a fight, Yan Yu, with the help of Lin Xi, defeated the three big men.
At the same time, in the process of chasing and escaping, it caused great damage to the surrounding environment, buildings, markets, and transportation...
During the chase, some fragments of dialogue were also circulated.
As long as you have a little concern, you can summarize it through these dialogues.
Even so, the expected 'big bang' certainly did not come.
Not to mention it caused an international sensation and spread back to China.
Even for the little Ala Mai, they did not cause a sensation, but only caused some inconspicuous ripples.
However, in some special channels, they can be regarded as famous and registered.
Less than thirty kilometers away from the urban area of Alamai, there is a group of ancient buildings carved into the mountain.
These buildings are ancient and mysterious, and their exquisiteness can be seen everywhere.
Although it now feels a bit more desolate and dilapidated, when you go inside, its luxury has not diminished a bit compared to the old days.
The monks believe in the Bāsa Heaven, which is the protector of the Bāsa gods in the mortal world.
The ancient religion of Posa is the state religion in the Aare region.
Before Aare was colonized more than two hundred years ago, these monks had the highest say in the area.
Until one day, the barbarians from outside used guns and cannons to open the door they had woven with myths.
Just like Yuan Xiang's iron sand palm, it is so powerless when facing guns and cannons.
Monks with various mysterious heritages are no match for enemies who have mastered thermal weapons in a wider war.
What followed was nearly a hundred years of colonial rule.
During this period of colonial rule, traditional religion was greatly suppressed.
Later, Alara became independent, and although it was ostensibly liberated from colonial rule, the most plundering era of the monks was long gone.
"The Ancient Asoka Sutra! Found it! In the ancient Asoka era, three of the greatest monks once co-authored a sutra, which recorded the most fundamental secrets of the soul and allowed us to glimpse the supreme magic of the whirling world. Only with the companionship of Asoka With the collapse of the dynasty, this ancient scripture was lost and turned into a legend."
"Master Lecturer! We must find those two strangers quickly!"
"Take back the Ayu Sutra from their hands. Now terror and weirdness are raging all over the world. With the Ayu Sutra, our era will definitely return."
"Even... we can do things that none of our ancestors have been able to do in the past thousands of years." A young monk kneeled on a mandala with a face of compassion and ferocity, six arms and three sides. , said an old monk with his back to the huge statue of the goddess holding the goddess in his arms.
The old monk said: "Rashi! The Ashoka Dynasty is just a dynasty fabricated from the scriptures. There has never been any trace of it in real history. Of course the Ashoka scriptures will not exist either. This is a trap... ·child!"
"The more important it is at such an important moment, the more vigilant and careful we need to be. Because while we are coveting it, some people also regard us as prey."
The young monk Lash stood up and looked at his teacher, but his expression did not show submission.
"No! Master Lecturer! My most respected teacher! You are too old! You have lost your ambitions and ideals. You only know how to greedily eat away at the glory given by the gods in the arms of the saints, and forget that Promote their name. And I...will restart that glorious era."
"The Ashoka Dynasty existed. The denials of those archaeologists cannot convince me."
"There are some great forces that never disappear. Scientific denial cannot interpret the true history... This is what you once taught me, and now I will return this sentence to you." The young monk walked out. Temple.
Behind him, a younger monk walked up behind the old monk and stabbed the old monk in the heart with a dagger that looked like a poisonous snake.
"I! Lashi... the favored one of the gods, the successor of the ancient Palamen Temple, your new sermon master, now call you in the name of the gods, our warriors. Go and take away what belongs to us. Take back your wealth, and anything that stands in your way... is an evil spirit that blocks the return of God's glory. The weapons in your hands can send them to repent before God without any sin."
