It spreads with proverbs.

Old Man Zhong's voice gradually became excited. The village head and squire in the yard looked confused. Before he knew it, his head was a little dizzy and his spirit was a little dazed. Old Man Zhong in front of him suddenly floated in the air, and the Buddha's light was emitted all over his body.

All the monks present looked at the old man blankly. Lin Shan was stunned when he heard it. He felt that the sounds of chanting around him overlapped and illusory. The old man did have two brushes.

But...why do I feel a little dizzy too?

...

The village heads and gentry on the field were gradually lost. How could they withstand the power of the ecstasy incense and the soul-squeezing pill? After being fooled by Old Man Zhong, he felt that Hong Zhong Dalu was full of his ears, and he couldn't help but start kneeling down and worshiping him.

At this time, the old man was suspended in the air, with a golden light emitting behind his head, shining on the earth. He was pinching a Buddha seal in front of his chest, muttering words in his mouth, and spitting out "卍"-shaped square characters, drifting between heaven and earth with the wind.

The sound of prayer was deafening, making people feel convinced unconsciously. Even Lin Shan, who was in the foundation-building stage, felt that he had received an impact, and his soul followed him with a turbulence!

Some people in the field gradually became dizzy and subconsciously followed Old Man Zhong and said something, and he followed one sentence, and gradually formed a wave of momentum.

"The sea of ​​suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore."

"If lustful hearts are not removed, dust cannot be released."

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

...

The tables, chairs, benches, and even the gravel and fallen leaves on the ground all soared and Buddha's light was filled with the entire yard, and everyone's faces showed the piety of pilgrimage.

Magical sounds resounded throughout the sky, and Old Man Zhong ended the mission with a low voice and a charlatan.

"Amitabha!"

Everyone: "Amitabha!"

The village heads and gentry with a fanatical look came back to their senses and were overjoyed. They danced and ran out of the yard, ran to the crowd on the streets of the town outside, singing loudly, praising the kindness and greatness of the "Black Lotus Buddha".

Only Lin Shan in the wind and a group of monks were left in the yard.

(I just got 404 several times, and I changed it to a long time. I just wrote it casually, and I mentioned the missionary part. Don’t be serious, just go through the motions. The author saves his life~??w??) If you like the Immortal Road of Immortality, please collect it: (https://www.haimawx.com) The Immortal Road of Immortality Search Novel Network has the fastest update speed on the entire network.
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