“Om, Ma, Hum…”

The sound of Buddha is lingering, and it seems that tens of thousands of Buddha monks recite at the same time.

The entire Lingshan Mountain was shrouded in Buddha's light. From a distance, it looked like a huge Buddha's phantom sitting cross-legged.

The bell kept rising with the sound of the Buddha, but the blood cloud where Zhang Jing was located was isolated from many sounds, and it seemed out of place under the Buddha's light in the sky.

"The distinguished guests come far away, and they are far away to welcome you. I hope you will forgive me."

A sound of compassion sounded, and suddenly tens of golden lotus flowers bloomed in the void, and the lotus flowers bloomed. Thousands of Buddhist monks sat cross-legged among them, with their cultivation levels high and low.

The cultivation level of the gods and humans is lower than that of the lower third-rate realm.

The person in charge was an old monk with a calm expression and a slight chuckling.

Many Buddhist monks and monks said in unison:

"Amitabha!"

The sound never dissipates and keeps echoing in my ears.

"snort!"

Zhang Jing snorted coldly, breaking the Buddha's voice all over the sky, and the void returned to silence.

Among the thousands of Buddhist monks, many monks with low cultivation had their faces turned red in an instant and their chests were fluctuating, which was obviously a big impact.

"Why should Governor Zhang have a good experience with these juniors?"

The old monk waved his hand slowly, and the monks who were impacted quickly calmed down.
Chapter completed!