No one stopped the movements of the monk in white. For Lin Yi and others, the monk in white was too weak. He had just escaped from the brink of death, and Lin Yi could not sense any hostility from him.

The first thing he and Bai Yuelu and Xia Baying had to face at this time was the murderous intent from outside this chariot.

Before the magic circle completely disappeared, I don’t know if the conversation between the Tuoba Buddhist sect and him would be heard by people outside, but at this time, as the magic circle covering the chariot completely disappeared, the vital energy fluctuations on the hanging curtain disappeared, and the tantric masters outside the magic circle obviously felt the demise of the aura of the Buddha Sect.

A strong murderous intent swept from all directions like a tide.

On the city wall further away, there were continuous screams of exclamation and harsh shouts, and countless sounds of shaking weapons.

The strong murderous intent and the surging vital energy fluctuated the drooping curtains even more, and even made the drooping curtains begin to break, as if they had finally decayed after thousands of years of wind and frost. They fell in pieces.

At this moment, the young monk in white grabbed the yellow bead and straightened his body.

Because of the blood loss just now, the little monk in white looked even weaker, and even gave people the feeling of falling down and dying at any time. However, completely different from before, the moment he straightened his body and raised his head, there was no longer any weak and cowardly expression on his face, and there was no slight fear in his eyes, only endless majesty.

If they had not witnessed all the changes with their own eyes, Lin Yi, Bai Yuelu, Xia Baying and the other two would never have thought that they were the same person before and after.

Through the magic circles that were disintegrated like decay and the hanging curtains torn apart by the murderous intent from outside, everyone outside saw the figure of the little monk in white, saw the corpse of the Buddha Sect lying beside him, and saw the majesty of the little monk in white at this time.

Everyone would never have imagined that after the light disappeared, they would actually see such a scene, and everyone was in a huge shock.

Majesty is only a moment.

The monk in white suddenly smiled.

His smile was gentle and compassionate, like the Buddhist sect who had just died.

He raised his left hand.

The Buddhist sect used to hold the bead in his left hand, but at this time he held the bead in his right hand. He had seals in his left hand, and thin true energy flowed out of his fingertips, then rotated around his fingers, gradually turning into bright light, forming a faint white lotus.

This white lotus seemed to be a light and shadow that could be disillusioned in the wind at any time, and there was only a short moment in the hands of this little monk in white. However, just such a brief appearance and disappearing into everyone's eyes instantly caused countless Buddhist verses to ring in the surrounding world.

Lin Yi's expression did not change.

But his brows frowned unconsciously, and his heart was also shocked.

As far as he saw, all the Tantric practitioners, whether they were ragged ascetics or the masters wearing extremely luxurious monks' robes, knelt down at the same time. The center of their kneeling was this chariot, the little monk in white on the chariot.

All Tantric practitioners expressed surrender to the young monk in white and were extremely pious.

A Tantric master wearing a purple monk's robe almost crawled forward and came to the chariot.

The young monk in white stepped forward a few steps, gently slapped the bead he held in his left hand on his forehead, and then whispered an obscure scripture.

The Tantric Master was originally filled with a hint of panic and uneasiness, but when a pure spiritual power emerged from the jewel and fell into his forehead, and when he heard this passage of scripture, the Tantric Master was extremely excited.

His right hand poked out from his sleeve.

His right hand was holding a purple-gold demon-subduing pestle.

The little monk in white held the purple-gold demon-subduing pestle in his left hand.

In the dark world around, loud chanting sounds suddenly sounded.

The chanting of scriptures at this time was loud and jubilant.

Even though he couldn't understand the meaning of any scripture, even Lin Yi felt a sense of welcoming new life.

"The Xiaba tribe and him help me reincarnate and gain great powers."

The young monk in white sat down cross-legged, but he forced himself to point Lin Yi and others, saying, "It's a friend but not an enemy."

When all Tantric practitioners heard his words, they just continued to recite scriptures. The sound of reciting scriptures became dense and low, and they did not dare to cover his voice, but more screams rang out in the darkness in the distance.

Because at this time, the young monk in white not only spoke tone, but even his voice was very similar to the dead Buddhist sect, and his voice felt old.

The young monk in white suddenly called out several names and said, "You stay, the rest will retreat first."

The dense footsteps sounded instantly, and all the Tantric practitioners, including Tuoba Xiongxin, retreated into the inner city, and only one ascetic and two luxuriously dressed Dharma kings arrived before the chariot.

The little monk in white looked at the three Tantric practitioners indifferently and said, "You are the ones who really know my origin here. Of course you know who I am?"

The bodies of these three Tantric practitioners were slightly shocked. They looked at the little monk in white and looked at the reincarnated spirit child who had appeared like a miracle today and was recognized by the Venerable Buddha Sect. They didn't know how to answer this Buddhist sect.

The young monk in white took a breath and said, "You really don't know how to answer?"

The bodies of the three Tantric practitioners were shocked again. One of the Dharma Kings forced himself to calm his mind, raised his head slightly, and said, "You are the Buddha Sect."

The young monk in white smiled faintly and said, "You should indeed understand that if we want to have the believers and majesty of the past, we must continue to maintain such secrets and lies. No matter what happens in this chariot, no matter how I am or how he dies, no matter what choice I will make next, you should understand that I am the Buddhist sect, and I will make the reincarnation Tantra of Wami Temple and Nacuoer Lake survive and become stronger."

Hearing the words of the monk in white, the three Tantric practitioners were shocked at the same time. The three of them praised each other and bowed to the ground again.

Lin Yi, Bai Yuelu and Xia Baying looked at each other, and they were all very moved.

I heard from the Buddhist sect that the selected spiritual boy was better than him, but they didn't know whether it was the lie or the truth of the Buddhist sect. But at this time, the monk in white just fled from the brink of death and quickly used such means to intimidate the practitioners of Tantric Buddhism. This kind of intelligence was even more powerful than they imagined.

"I should be different from him."

At this moment, the white-clothed monk's body shook, and he really showed extreme weakness. However, he turned his head and looked at the corpse of the Buddha Sect, and whispered to these three important figures of the Tantric Buddhism: "If you want to continue to exist in Tantric Buddhism, you must keep such lies and secrets, but if you want to be stronger and orthodox, and to make anyone feel convinced when you walk in front of you, the first thing is to have no lies."

The three Tantric practitioners were as stiff as iron. They raised their heads slightly and looked at the young Buddhist sect. They always felt that this change would bring endless disasters. Their hearts that had just become firm began to shake again.

"If you want to be orthodox, the Tuoba family cannot help us."
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