Eternal Sword

Chapter 490: Sanskrit Sounds Confused Heart
On this day, there were crowds of people around Dakong Temple.

Before the temple gate opened, many people from Yizhou City rushed here to listen to the lecture given by the master of Xiling Tantric Buddhism who came from afar.

Some people gained sudden enlightenment after listening to the lectures of this Tantric master.

Some people who were suffering from serious illnesses and were about to die were cured after listening to the master's Sanskrit chanting.

One person cured his long-standing stubborn leg disease, and another became pregnant after listening to scriptures in the temple. The story became more and more exaggerated, and many people believed in it.

Dakong Temple has been gaining popularity and its reputation has been growing, which the monks in the temple are also happy to see.

When the temple gate opened, the crowd that had been waiting outside rushed in like a tide.

It is said that those who get to burn the first incense stick can receive the blessing from the Tantric master at close range!
Outside the temple, two men and one woman dressed as swordsmen, all wearing green clothes with cloud and raindrop-like patterns on their cuffs, looked at the crazy crowd here with different expressions.

"Brother Guo, do you think this Tantric master is really as divine as the legend says?"

The woman who was speaking was about seventeen or eighteen years old, in the prime of her youth, with long black hair tied behind her head, clear and lively eyes, skin whiter than snow, and beautiful facial features. At this moment, there was a hint of curiosity on her face as she looked at the man in front of her and asked.

This Senior Brother Guo was older, about thirty years old, and had a calm demeanor. Upon hearing this, he just smiled and shook his head.

"Humph!"

Another young swordsman in his twenties had a grim expression and was unsmiling. He just said coldly, "What magical power and golden body? They are all tricks to fool people. Junior Sister Lin, don't take them seriously."

Some passers-by passed by here and heard these words. They all looked over here with unfriendly expressions.

If it weren't for the fact that these three men had extraordinary demeanor, carried long swords on their backs, and looked like they were not easy to mess with, I'm afraid someone would have already caused trouble for them!

There were some people in the crowd who recognized the three people and laughed, "I was wondering who was so arrogant, it turns out to be the swordsman from Bashan Sword School."

"He must have the confidence to say such things. If I'm not mistaken, this person should be Luo Qi, the 17th on the Human Ranking, right?"

The young swordsman had no expression on his face and just nodded, which was considered as an acknowledgement.

"Oh?"

At first, the man said in a strange voice: "Since we are both masters on the human list, why don't you compete with Master Zhagu? We will know if he is fooling people or not after a try."

Luo Qi said coldly: "Since we are here today, it's a good opportunity to give it a try!"

"Okay!"

The man had a look of gloating, and he smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "We brothers are waiting to see what Young Master Luo will do!"

Lin Linger frowned and said, "Brother Luo, this person is deliberately provoking you, we don't need to pay attention to him."

Luo Qi said: "Junior Sister Lin, don't worry. This monk from Xiling has killed many women. I have long wanted to fight him!"

Lin Linger said, "I'm not worried about you, but Master Zagu has a deep connection with Buddhism after all. If you lose, it will be embarrassing for our sword sect. If you win, it will easily offend Dakong Temple."

Although this Luo Qi was a senior brother, he remained silent after being spoken to by Lin Ling'er.

His eyes fell on Lin Ling'er from time to time, as if he wanted to say something.

But Lin Ling'er never looked at him. Her eyes were always on Senior Brother Guo. She asked, "Senior Brother Guo, isn't that right?"

This Senior Brother Guo stared at a person in the crowd with sharp eyes, as if he didn't hear Lin Ling'er's words.

"Those people are from the Bashan Sword Sect."

"Yes, the leader should be the ninth on the Earth Ranking, 'Rock Sword' Guo Heng!"

"I heard that they went to Jingzhou Zuixianlou a while ago to visit 'Jade Fan Master' He Shiyao, hoping to get the Night Rain Sword back, but they were turned away. That Master He refused to see them and threatened to let Fairy Yudi come and get it herself."

"Guo Heng and He Shiyao issued a challenge and agreed to compete at the martial arts conference."

"Guo Heng is from the Guo family, but He Shiyao doesn't give him any respect at all."

Some people in the crowd were talking quietly. Some people saw Guo Heng and clasped their fists from a distance, saying hello.

"Brother Guo?"

Lin Linger stretched out her little hand, tugged at Guo Heng's sleeve, and called out softly.

Guo Heng came back to his senses, retracted his gaze, and said: "Oh, since you are here, let's go into Dakong Temple and take a look."

"Brother Guo, what happened to you just now?"

Lin Ling'er followed Guo Heng's gaze and saw a group of people entering Dakong Temple. There was nothing unusual about it.

"nothing."

Guo Heng shook his head.

Just now, a middle-aged man in the crowd glanced in their direction.

This man was tall, with a rough face, unshaven beard, and was wearing a tattered linen shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He had no weapons and looked like a laborer doing heavy work.

But when Guo Heng looked at this person, he knew that this was a master!

The three followed the crowd into Dakong Temple, and soon arrived at the square in front of the Main Hall.

In the middle, there was an altar made of huge stones. It was quite spacious and had a huge ancient bronze bell on it and a big drum next to it.

A young monk was sitting cross-legged on it, wearing a crimson robe. He had an angular face and a straight nose. Under his thick eyebrows, his eyes were deep and bright, like two dazzling gems, hiding infinite wisdom.

The monk's skin, illuminated by the morning sun, has a bronze metallic luster, adding a touch of mystery.

This red monk robe is the symbol of Xiling Tantric Buddhism.

Vajra of Gaurav, Zaku!
If you only look at this face and this aura, it is hard to associate him with the evil monk who murdered young girls.

At this moment, Zagu was chanting scriptures.

The Buddhist chanting echoed in the square, reaching everyone's ears clearly. Even if you were in a corner, you could hear it clearly!
Guo Heng's heart trembled.

With his internal strength that penetrated all eight meridians, he could do it.

But that was driven by internal force. This Tantric monk had trained his body horizontally and had no internal force. He could make such a sound by relying on his mouth and tongue. He really had some skills.

Moreover, this Sanskrit sound seems to have a mysterious magic that makes people immersed in it involuntarily!
Guo Heng secretly circulated his internal energy to suppress his confused mood, while looking around.

Everyone in the square, whether they were ordinary people who had never practiced martial arts or some martial artists, as the Sanskrit chanting continued to sound, their eyes gradually became blurred and they were immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.

Even Luo Qi and Lin Ling'er were not spared!
"This should be a method of sound attack!"

Guo Heng was secretly shocked.

Although there is no harm, if you are exposed to this kind of Sanskrit sound for a long time, your mind will definitely be affected.

Over time, people will develop a worship for Zaku and worship him as a god.

Guo Heng was just about to wake up Luo Qi and Lin Ling'er when he accidentally caught a glimpse of someone and couldn't help but feel moved.

It's him!

The middle-aged man who had just looked into his eyes outside the temple.

This person blends in with the crowd and is inconspicuous.

But this person's eyes were clear, and he even pinched his ears with some disgust, obviously not affected.

(End of this chapter)