Godly Choice System

Lee Yun heard the old monk chanting, but he couldn't tell which scripture it was. He didn't know much about Buddhism, so it wasn't strange that he didn't know.    

    

However, even if he didn't know, the old monk's voice seemed to contain some kind of inexplicable divine power that faintly transmitted the profound meaning of the scripture into his mind.    

    

. . . "I speak of the Mahayana Scripture for all the Bodhisattva. It is called Boundless. It teaches the Bodhisattva Dharma, and the Buddha protects it. "    

    

The miraculous thing was that after Lee Yun and the other three heard the scripture, the sound was slightly enlarged. When it entered the ears of the fifth person, it was an old man wearing dirty and tattered clothes, almost like a beggar.    

    

The old man was stunned. He stared blankly at the bald monk who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. As the sound of the scripture became clearer and clearer, his foolish and sleepy heart seemed to become ethereal all of a sudden.    

    

"I, I. . . This, what is this?"    

    

The old man staggered forward, falling in front of the old monk. As he listened to the scripture, his face gradually revealed a smile of joy.    

    

The sound of the Buddhist scriptures became louder.    

    

More and more passers-by were attracted over.    

    

All kinds of people listened attentively. Their faces, which were originally filled with different expressions, revealed pleasant smiles, as if they had heard the sound of nature. They were freed from the suffering of the mortal world.    

    

"Something's not right!"    

    

Lee Yun held Wan Qingya's hand tightly. She turned her head in confusion and her eyes gradually became clear again. At the same time, Lee Yun held Wan Qingfei's hand and then Wan Nishang. The three girls finally woke up and were not confused by the sound of the Buddhist scriptures.    

    

This Buddhist chant was like a dream-like power to ordinary people. To Cultivator, especially to Wan Qingya, it was even more incredible and powerful. . . Brainwashing ability!    

    

. . . "When one falls into the Seamless Hell, with millions and millions of calamities, one can only dream of never coming out. Ksitigarbha said the white words. Holy Mother, if there are living beings. "    

    

The Buddha's voice became louder and louder. Lee Yun was shocked to see that everyone on the street had put down their work and looked over in a daze.    

    

The sound of the Buddha was transmitted into everyone's mind. Many people who were troubled by trivial matters felt their hearts lighten and their minds cleared up. It was as if a tired person had slept for a long time and was moaning in comfort. They moaned.    

    

Vaguely, a Buddha light bloomed from the old monk's body. A golden lotus emerged from the ground, and supported the old monk's body. Along with the Buddha light, the sound of Buddha was loud and clear, and it was filled with incredible powers.    

    

Thousands of people witnessed this scene.    

    

It was difficult to express the shock in everyone's heart with words. Many of them were moved by the Buddha voice and shed tears.    

    

After a long time.    

    

The old monk finally stopped his Buddhist proclamation.    

    

"Old cultivator, I, I am willing to follow the old cultivator to cultivate!"    

    

The first to hear the old man pounce in front of him, kowtowed with tears in his eyes, and pleaded.    

    

In this country. There were many ascetics, but none of them were like the old monk, possessing this kind of divine power and power.    

    

"Amitabha, are you willing to join? From now on, I, the Buddha, will wholeheartedly cultivate and break away from the Sea of Bitterness? "    

    

The old monk slowly opened his eyes and spoke in a low voice. His voice was faintly filled with a loud and clear Buddhist intent. If he were to face some weaker demons and devils, just a single shout from the old monk would be enough to force the demons to retreat.    

    

"Disciple is willing!" The old man kowtowed once more, and his heart was filled with excitement.    

    

"Very good, I will grant you the name of the spell: Anan. "    

    

The old monk stretched out his hand and stroked the old man's head. Everyone was shocked to see the messy hair on the man's head fall down and become bald.