Amitabha!
There were thousands of graves in the entire Mass Grave, and one-third of them had dried corpses crawling out.
More than a thousand dried corpses!
Roars rose and fell, mixed with the ear-piercing cries of crows.
Xiao Budian shivered. He raised his head and blinked his big eyes at Zheng Yuan.
"Grandpa, there seem to be many strange people approaching us!”
Zheng Yuan raised his head slightly. The end of the Mass Grave could already be vaguely seen in the distance. He smiled and said,
"Amitabha, ignore it. Everything is false.”
The little guy nodded his head as if he understood something. He bit the pacify and sipped the milk.
In the outside world, everyone's hearts, which had just been relieved, were raised again.
Gudong Quan replied,"So many…" So many roars!"
"Can the little one handle it?" I really have to give in to this old monk. I don't know if he's really calm or if he's brainless!”
A science university's super electromagnetic cannon: " The situation is not good. I estimated that the little girl's punch was about 500 to 600 pounds. But from the roar, it was at least a three-digit mummy! Little boy…I can't handle it!"
Bubble-spitting Fish: " It's over. That old monk is a burden. If it weren't for him, it would be easy for the little boy to escape."”
Little Head Son: " Speechless. It's one thing for this old monk to slow down the little boy, but he still needs the little boy to protect him. This…"
Senior Colonel Guan said," I think I can already see the scene of the little boy being drowned by the mummies to protect the old monk!”
And at this moment, the ear-piercing alarm that had just stopped rang out once again, affecting the hearts of everyone in the Ancient Eastern Country. They were worried, terrified, and resentful.
This old monk was really a little ridiculous. He was still walking slowly at such a critical moment and implicated the little child!
In the Mass Grave, thousands of dried corpses were gathered and surrounded the old and young. Some of them had broken limbs, while others were missing half a head. They looked strange and terrifying.
The little guy's expression became heavy. He took a deep breath, and there was an indiscernible flash of lightning in his tightly clenched hands. He was on guard, and his small body was filled with boundless blood qi.
Zheng Yuan glanced sideways at the little guy, and sighed in his heart. Was this the Suan Ni's precious technique?
The dried corpses surrounded him one after another, getting closer and closer. Meanwhile, Zheng Yuan was still calmly walking forward. The little guy's face was filled with vigilance. One hand held onto the milk bottle, while the other nurtured the Suan Ni precious technique, preparing to unleash a thunderous rage attack at any moment.
Everyone's hearts were tightly clenched, and their palms were sweating. They stared at the corpse in the live broadcast room.
That dried corpse that was first sent flying by the little guy's fist led the way. Its empty eye sockets were filled with an evil light. It raised its dry head, and its bones emitted 'ka ka' sounds as it suddenly roared.
Roar!
Thousands of dried corpses roared along with it. They were ready to pounce and tear these two living people who dared to step into the Mass Grave at night into pieces.
"Amitabha!"
The 100-year-old monk raised his head and did not stop walking. His half-closed eyes opened and he chanted the name of Buddha.
This Buddhist proclamation was not loud at first, but it became more and more grand, more and more grand, like a great bell, gradually resounding throughout the entire Mass Grave.
The Buddhist chants were like thunder, rolling and endless.
The thousands of dried corpses stood rooted to the ground like statues, maintaining their movements of either pouncing or roaring, in a daze.
The little guy let out a sigh of relief, and the Suan Ni precious technique in his hand dissipated.
He first carefully sized up these statue-like mummies, then sneakily glanced at the old monk beside him, babbling,"
"Grandpa, you're amazing!"
Zheng Yuan's expression remained unchanged as he said indifferently,"
"This old monk said that all of this is false and not real, so there's no need to care.”
The little guy seemed to understand, and he scratched his head in distress.
In the outside world.
The little girl's mouth was wide open, and she was speechless for a long time.
After a while, Daai Xiaomei rubbed her eyes and said with a trembling voice,"
"Old He…The Godly Monk Zhen Ding's Buddhist name had made the group of dried corpses stand still?？”
Red Heart: " I told you that the Godly Monk Zhen Ding has great cultivation and great mana! No wonder he's so calm!"
"I'm a little confused…" What happened?"
Little Head Son: " I'm confused too. Did you guys hear that? I also felt that Amitabha's voice was so loud!”
"I'm kneeling, I'm really kneeling!" said Ai (Ke) Ai."The divine monk is awesome!"!!! (broken voice)"
"I thought it was bronze, but it's actually a king?"!”
In the supreme meeting, several of the most powerful directors in the ancient eastern country looked at each other, unable to say a word for a long time.
After a while, the big director spoke first." Quick, quickly invite the abbot of Shaolin Temple over. Remember, be respectful!"”
They were puzzled and puzzled. Was there really a vast Buddhist Dharma that could subdue demons and devils in this world?
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