"The auspicious time has come, and the pilgrimage ceremony has officially begun." Wang Mingquan shouted at the top of his voice, but there were too many people gathering at the pilgrimage site, and the croaking sounds directly covered his voice.

However, Wang Mingquan and Zhang Jinyue didn't care at all. They looked up at the Jiuxiao Temple Holy Land directly in front of them with great devoutness. They lifted up the hem of Hanfu's skirt with their left hand and slowly knelt on the ground.

Seeing the actions of the two people on the high platform, the more than a thousand heads of various countries, religious leaders, and heads of chaebols could only kneel down in front of the pilgrimage ground, regardless of whether they were willing or rushing to the shelves.

In the sky, the female reporter from CCTV had just calmed down and started the full report again. She said to the camera: "The pilgrimage ceremony has begun. The picture you see now is the beginning of the pilgrimage ceremony, kneeling down in front of the pilgrimage ground to bow to the pilgrimage ground."

On the high platform, Zhang Jinyue and Wang Mingquan looked solemn. After bowing to the holy land of the Jiuxiao Temple nine times, a warm white light appeared on the clothes on their bodies, which made them look like gods.

The female reporter shouted in surprise: "Look, believer No. 1 and believer No. 2, the two Zixiao monks, have lit up white lights, but their clothes are lit up white lights. Oh my God, it's so beautiful."

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong..." A sudden sound of drums came from the direction of the Jiuxiao Temple holy land opposite the high platform, adding a solemn and solemn atmosphere to today's pilgrimage ceremony.

Before people could come back to their senses from the visions on Wang Mingquan and the others, the sacred land of the Jiuxiao Temple suddenly shone with dazzling light mainly golden spreading in all directions.

At this time, Wang Mingquan, who had already prepared, stood up at the same time, raised his arms and shouted: "The Dragon Lord is in love with the people, and descends miracles to bless all things."

"Oh my God, is this a miracle?" The female reporter saw the white light spots floating in the sky, and she was amazed just now. The scene that appeared immediately made her stunned.

"Roar..." An extremely solemn dragon roar sounded in the sky, and then nine divine dragons about thirty meters long appeared and appeared in the clouds. The roars of dragons almost instinctively made everyone present kneel down.

For a moment, almost nine out of the million people gathered in Baojing Town fell to the ground and worshiped the nine divine dragons in the sky.

At this time, Wang Mingquan and Zhang Jinyue had also made all the preparations before casting spells. Just when people were shocked by the appearance of the nine divine dragons, the two raised their right hands at the same time, held their breath and shouted: "Dispel disease and pain, the Dragon Lord is with me."

"Roar..." The nine divine dragons above the nine heavens all emitted dragon roars to strengthen the power of the two.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling white light lit up on the palms of their right hands. They waved their hands hard and threw the white light into the air.

"Bang...bang..." Two balls of white light exploded one after another, sprinkling two white light curtains hundreds of meters high, slowly falling from the air...

"So comfortable..." The heads of various countries, religious leaders, and chaebol leaders in the parking lot groaned almost at the same time. The feeling of being combed by the white light curtain was like returning to the mother's son, which was so comfortable that it almost made people sink into it.

Looking at the heads of various countries who were moaning in the parking lot, leaders of various religions, leaders of various chaebols, Zhang Jinyue and Wang Mingquan on the high platform couldn't help but look at each other, and they all saw the joy in each other's eyes. They knew that they had succeeded.

"Is this the magical technique? Is this the magical power that monk Zixiao can learn?" The female reporter in the sky looked at the kneeling people in the parking lot with envy, and looked at the extremely enjoyable expression on their faces, and couldn't help but want to go down and try it.

She said excitedly at the camera lens: "Did you see it? Did you see it? This is the magical technique of the Jiuxiao Temple, this is the magical power that the Zixiao monk can learn, it's so magical."

Ordinary people who have never been exposed to such mysterious spells have no resistance to this.

"I believe in Protestantism, but I have never seen a priest in a church able to perform such magical magic. This is the real God religion, not just by his mouth." A woman in her forties was guarding the TV and watching CCTV's live broadcast, her excited lips trembled.

She looked at the magical scene on the TV screen and murmured obsessively: "I decided that from today on, I will believe in the Jiuxiao Temple. Tomorrow, I have to find a Zixiao monk to come here for me. Enjoy it, I can't help it just by thinking about it."

There are quite a few people who share the same ideas as this woman, which has also led to the number of believers in Yeyang City growing wildly at a rocket-like speed of 335.425 million.

Looking at the number of Taixiao disciples on the Qiankun Sumeru Mirror who are changing every moment, Ye Yangcheng, who is sitting on the throne in the Chinese Temple, couldn't help but smile.

More than 20 million believers can contribute a vow that is equivalent to 5 billion spiritual power every day. As long as the first-level temple is laid on the earth at the fastest speed, the vow that billions of people around the world will be huge beyond imagination.

Now, Zhang Jinyue and Wang Mingquan have successfully practiced the first-level magic technique and have the conditions to become the host of Langxiao. In other words, Yeyang City can already build two first-level temples.

Among the hundreds of millions of Taixiao disciples, hundreds of Zixiao monks will be produced at the least. As long as these Zixiao monks can grow rapidly, the laying of the first-level temple will bloom everywhere in the world at an astonishing speed.

Yeyang City wants this quantity

Soon, the number of Taixiao disciples exceeded 100 million, but when it reached more than 103 million, the original crazy increase gradually stopped, and finally stopped increasing at 106.79 million.

"China alone has more than one billion people, and the total population of the world is close to seven billion, so how can it be only more than one hundred and six million?" Looking at the number that has stopped growing, Ye Yangcheng frowned slightly. After thinking about it for a while, he chuckled and said to himself: "It seems that you have to add some ingredients."

The coverage area of ​​the holy land is many times larger than that of the floating temple, but after all, there are geographical restrictions, and it is impossible to cover the whole world.

In other words, although the number of Taixiao disciples in the Jiuxiao Temple has exceeded 100 million, the number of believers who can be used by Ye Yang City is actually no more than five million.

Compared with 100 million and 5 million, it is not the same level of opponents, not to mention that these believers are all scattered all over the world?

Therefore, if you want to collect the vows generated by these believers as much as possible, building a large-scale temple has become a homework that Yeyang City must do.

Before this, he still needed to add some ingredients to this pilgrimage ceremony, so as to increase the influence of the Jiuxiao Temple to the point where no force can subvert or shake it as much as possible.

Since you have chosen to be high-profile, why continue to be low-profile?

"The pilgrimage ceremony is almost over here." The female CCTV reporter sitting on the helicopter, blushing her cheeks, said to the camera with excitement and excitement: "However, the influence of the pilgrimage ceremony will continue to spread."

"This is an unforgettable day, this is an extremely exciting day. This day will be recorded in history and let history witness the establishment of the Nine Sky Temple."

"As we all know, this Dragon Lord is the temple in our China, and he is the emperor of many gods on earth."

"The only regret today is that we failed to see the true body of the Dragon Lord."

"But, after today, no one can refute the existence of the gods."

"In addition to science, there are many mysterious phenomena that we humans cannot understand. It turns out that the legend of immortals and gods passed down from ancient times is not fiction, but real gods."

"God, what a powerful and noble existence that is."

"I firmly believe that the Nine Sky Temple will enter an extremely rapid development stage after the pilgrimage ceremony."

"I also firmly believe that the Jiuxiao Temple will lead us humans into a new era under the guidance of the Supreme God, Dragon Lord."

"The contempt, contempt, and suspicion of the legend of the gods will collapse after today."

"The Dragon Lord will bring us hope, happiness, health, and...uh..."

The female reporter who had been poisoned by the pilgrimage ceremony stopped his passionate speech, looked at the middle-aged man carrying the camera opposite in surprise, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?"

"You...you don't have to regret it." The middle-aged man carrying the camera was so excited that he couldn't speak. He turned his face red, raised his hand and pointed to the sky ahead, and said tremblingly: "Look, look quickly."

"Huh?" The female reporter looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously, then turned around and looked up in the direction the middle-aged man pointed...

"Oh my God, what is that?" The female reporter holding the microphone exclaimed, then turned around excitedly, shouting at the helicopter pilot in a hurry: "Let's go over quickly."

"Let's go?" The helicopter pilot was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and asked with a dumbfounded look, "Where to go?"

"Then, go there quickly." The female reporter couldn't help but tremble. She raised her hand and pointed it into the air ahead. There was an extremely huge cloud, a slowly sinking cloud, and shouted: "I want to shoot it, I want to report it. This is a miracle, another miracle."

The appearance of this huge cloud not only shocked the female reporter, but also shocked the millions of people in Baojing Town.

"What is this?" This question came to everyone's mind.

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