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"Monk Erlong, monk Erlong, come out! Come out!"

"If you have the guts to escape, but if you don't have the guts to fight, come out!"

"Erlong, Erlong, Erlong, come out! Come out if you have the guts!"

"..."

A strong man was holding a loudspeaker, shouting passionately.

The ecstasy rhythm, with a hint of magic, makes people want to listen to it.

"Pfft~"

Caught off guard, Lin Yaozu took a sip of tea and sprayed it out.

In fact.

Regarding the loudspeaker shouting, he didn't expect the effect to be so explosive.

It can be called the best of the whole game.

This damn sense of rhythm, this demonic shouting, really no one else.

Li Yanran at the side suppressed a smile, gave a thumbs up, and gave a thumbs up.

"Master, now, I can guarantee that the group of monks inside will not come to make trouble, they will definitely come to you directly to fight for their lives."

"I didn't expect that there were such talents in the team."

"One word."

"Absolutely!"

"It's absolutely amazing!"

"Simply amazing!"

at the same time.

All the passers-by and pilgrims around stopped in their tracks and stared at this side with dumbfounded expressions.

And this scene was also seen by the netizens who entered the live broadcast, and the demonic shouts were also heard by them.

For a while, I don't know how many people laughed, and they were so happy.

After a while, someone slowed down and sent out a barrage.

: "Hahahaha... I really laughed to death!"

: "Talent! This Nima is really a talent."

: "This is Legendary's live challenge to Monk Two Dragons?"

: "Look at the background, it seems to be a temple."

: "Hey, I'll go, it's so tidy outside the temple, isn't the anchor afraid of being beaten?"

: "It's over, the laptop keyboard is flooded, bastard anchor, stay with me on the computer."

: "Fortunately, I didn't drink water, otherwise I would have died."

: "The furious monks still have 30 seconds to reach the battlefield, the whole army is attacking."

: "..."

the other side.

Inside Qingquan Temple.

A monk quickly ran to the main hall.

"Abbot, something is wrong. Someone ran outside the temple to make trouble."

On the futon, an old monk sat cross-legged, knocking on the wooden fish with his eyes closed, with a fluttering white beard, looking full of Zen.

Hearing this, the old monk stopped tapping, opened his eyes slowly, and spoke in a calm and calm tone.

"Jingxu, don't panic, speak slowly."

The monk breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Abbot, go and have a look!"

"Someone set up a ring outside the temple, held up a banner, and yelled with a loudspeaker to challenge the monk Erlong."

"It has attracted a large group of pilgrims to watch there, and the number of people is increasing."

The old monk nodded, indicating that he understood, waved his hand, and said:

"Understood, go call your brother Jing Kong, and lead someone to drive them away."

"How can you allow others to make such noise in the pure place of Buddhism?"

The monk looked embarrassed, and continued to speak:

"Abbot, this... this may be difficult!"

"There are twenty or thirty people in that group, and they are all strong men. It is impossible to drive them away forcibly."

The old monk raised his head and scolded: "Nonsense!"

"Who said they would be forced to evict?"

"I'm asking you to reason with those benefactors."

"I believe that as long as we clarify the pros and cons, those benefactors will understand us."

When the monk heard the words, he realized something.

It turns out that it doesn't make sense to physics, so let's make sense.

This... really makes sense.

...

Outside Qingquan Temple.

"Master! Look, those monks have come to look for you desperately."

Li Yanran pointed to the distance and said so gloatingly.

at the same time.

Five or six monks, headed by Monk Jingkong, seemed to recognize the culprit and came straight here.

This is also normal.

After all, within 100 meters of Fang Yuan, everything is flat.

Just Lin Yaozu was lying on the rocking chair like an old man, drinking tea.

How protruding, how protruding.

As long as you are not stupid, you know that he is the culprit.

pity.

The group of strong men around them were not stupid, they stopped the five or six monks halfway before they approached.

Seeing this, Lin Yaozu waved his hand.

The one who was yelling through the loudspeaker stopped very cleverly.

With another wave of hand, the strong men blocking the monk in front also gave way very sensiblely.

A few minutes later.

Five or six monks approached, and the leading monk, Jing Kong, put his hands together and saluted politely, and then explained the purpose of his visit.

"Almsgiver, Buddhism is a pure place, can you please stop making noise here and leave here?"

Hear what it says!

How elegant, how polite.

pity.

Lin Yaozu's favorite thing to do is to say no to those who think themselves right.

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