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Main Text Chapter 180 Practicing the Curse (Third Watch)

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    Everyone couldn't help but cheer up.

    Fakong's voice was gentle and calm in their ears. After hearing it, it was as if they were immersed in a pool of autumn water, and their anxiety and irritability disappeared without a trace.

    "Hmph, sorcery!" An old man in purple robes in the crowd stroked his beard and snorted angrily.

    He was accompanied by two handsome young men with decent manners, and hurriedly said softly: "Grandfather, keep your voice down!"

    "This demon monk did it, I can't say it?" The purple-robed and silver-bearded old man stroked his beard and sneered: "He doesn't want me to talk, just hit me!"

    "Grandfather" The two handsome young men smiled helplessly.

    A young man said in a young voice: "Grandfather, I am not afraid of Master Fakong doing it, I am afraid of others."

    "Hmph, a group of foolish men and women!" The purple-robed and silver-bearded old man had a baby-like rosy face, piercing eyes, and a tall and burly figure.

    However, one's cultivation is only in the realm of Earth Yuan, and he is obviously not a warrior.

    "Grandfather, please keep your voice down." A young man said in a young voice, "Someone has already glared at me."

    "Hmph!" The old man in purple robe and silver beard snorted coldly and stopped talking.

    "You old man, how rude!" An old man beside him also had silver hair and silver beard, dressed in a brocade robe, with an emerald ring on each of his ten fingers, full of greenery and an aura of wealth and nobility.

    The old man in purple robe and silver beard turned his head to look over, with piercing eyes and a majestic expression.

    "Yo, an official!" The old man in brocade robe took a look, and smiled indifferently: "How old are you, what is your official position?"

    "Presumptuous!" the old man in purple robe and silver beard kept drinking.

    The old man in brocade robe said disdainfully: "I can't even say a word, isn't your official prestige too strong?"

    "Who are you?"

    "I asked first!"

    "Old man Shengbingwen!" The purple-robed and silver-bearded old man stroked his beard and smiled proudly: "Retired from the Ministry of Rites."

    "Hehe" The brocade robed old man smiled: "It turns out that he is just a doctor, but his official authority is greater than that of a servant!"

    Sheng Bingwen frowned.

    "Okay, Master Fakong is going to talk again!" The brocade robed old man curled his lips and said, "I don't have time to listen to your gossip!"

    "The poor monk Fakong," Fakong's voice came slowly: "It seems that you don't have umbrellas, but this is not easy to handle."

    Everyone laughed indifferently.

    Fakong's gentle voice gradually spread to everyone's ears: "The poor monk is not joking. It will rain later, but it is the poor monk's fault if he gets wet and gets sick."

    Someone raised his voice and shouted: "Master, don't worry, as long as it rains, we are willing to get sick!"

    "That's right, I'm willing to be sick!"

    "Master, can it really rain?"

    "Hurry up and let it rain. If it doesn't rain again, my tree is going to die. The spirit fruit tree has only grown in ten years!"

    Standing on the high platform, Fakong could see the people around him clearly, they were really densely packed.

    The light wheel in his mind drifted into more than 20,000 powers of faith.

    As far as I can see, people in the camp of the victims stepped out of their tents and came to the open space, looking at themselves on the high platform.

    They were strictly ordered by King Xin not to go out of the camp, but to stay in the camp and avoid meeting people who came out of Shenjing City.

    This is to prevent conflicts and conflicts, and to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.

    Fakong paid a tithe to the camp of the victims.

    All the victims of the disaster could see clearly and were very excited.

    Fakong said warmly: "The Buddhist mantra that the poor monk is about to perform is called the Mantra of Xingyunbuyu, and it is a great wish mantra."

    His voice was unhurried and unhurried, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears, as if he was speaking right next to their ears.

    Moreover, the sound has the magical effect of calming the mind and dispelling anxiety, making people listen with pricked ears.

    Even so, there are still whispers.

    "Bewitching people with gossip, the crime should be punished!" The purple-robed and silver-bearded old man stroked his beard and sneered.

    The old man in brocade robe said impatiently: "Your surname is Sheng, can you shut up? You are not a doctor now, so what kind of official authority are you playing!"

    "You" Sheng Bingwen pointed at the old man in brocade angrily.

    Since he became a doctor in the Ministry of Rites, everyone around him has been respectful and respectful, even if he returns home after returning home.

    How can anyone be so rude?

    I was extremely uncomfortable for a while, and I was so angry that I didn't know what to say.

    "What about me, listen to the master!" The brocade robed old man snorted angrily.

    At this time, in another part of the crowd, a handsome young man was wearing a crane cloak, with a temperamentbsp; People's eyes widened.

    This is the people nearby.

    People in the distance only vaguely saw something emerging, layer by layer getting higher, Fakong gradually rose to a high place, and became much smaller.

    But they couldn't see what it was, and asked the people in front of them one after another.

    Ask the front again, and then you know, the front starts to spread to the back, and after a while, you all know that Fakong is a white jade lotus flower, and these lotus flowers form a Dharma altar, which lifts Fakong to a high place.

    Everyone's eyes were wide open.

    "Hex!"

    "Trick!"

    "Blindfolding!"

    "It must be a lie!"

    Sheng Bingwen stopped moving his beard-stroking hand, stared straight at Fakong, and muttered in his mouth.

    The scene in front of him had too much impact on him, impacting his old concepts.

    "Awesome!" The silver-robed old man's eyes widened, staring straight at him, his eyes shining brightly, and he didn't bother to refute Sheng Bingwen.

    The outstanding and handsome young man stared solemnly at the white jade lotus altar, his eyes gradually burst into a strange light, which seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

    "Hey, it's amazing!" Li Zhu admired: "Young master, you really have a lot of skills, no wonder you dare to be a master!"

    "Is this an illusion?" Zhou Tianhuai said solemnly.

    Li Ying snorted: "Otherwise?"

    "That's true." Zhou Tianhuai nodded suddenly: "It's impossible to create something out of nothing, it must be an illusion, but this power"

    He felt the vast and majestic power, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

    "Hey, it's just a trick!" Li Zhu said disappointedly: "I thought it was true, but it turned out to be just a lie."

    Fakong suddenly raised his hands, changed a handprint, and pointed towards the sky.

    Countless white jade lotus flowers suddenly burst into soft white light.

    The white light condensed together, getting brighter and brighter, and suddenly expanded suddenly, turning into a beam of light that soared into the sky, piercing the blue sky.

    However, this beam of white light was blocked by the blue sky. All the white light rushed over but failed to break through the barrier, and finally gathered to form a small sun.

    Not inferior to the sun's rays.

    Fakong stood in the void, made another handprint with his hands, and pointed towards the little sun.

    The little sun exploded fiercely, just like the atomic bomb explosion in the previous life. The white light spread along the blue sky, spread to the horizon, and spread to an endless place.

    At this time, people just watched in a daze. Tens of thousands of people turned their backs to the sky. There was no discussion, no sound, only silence.

    There is only silence in the world.

    After the white light diffused, the sky returned to its original appearance.

    Fa Kong leisurely fell back to the high platform with a calm expression.

    People slowly regained their senses, and after being shocked, they resumed speaking.

    "What's going on, failed?"

    "It should have failed."

    "Alas what a pity!"

    The white beam of light just now failed to break through the blue sky in the end. It gave people the feeling that the strength was lacking and failed.

    They speculated that if the clear blue sky was broken, the spell might be successful.

    Now there is no movement anymore, and the flags and drums have died down. If it is not a failure, what is it?

    "Hey, it's just a show!"

    "It's quite bluffing!"

    "It's a pity, a pity"

    People looked towards the high platform.

    A gust of breeze blew, and the purple-gold cassock fluttered gently.

    Fakong stood quietly.  </div&gt
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