Dark Beast Summoner Chapter 996: Mouth and tongue sores

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Chapter 996 Sores on the tongue

The appearance of the monk in red made the lobby of Nandoulou quiet for a few breaths before resuming the noise.

In the lobby, many women stared blankly.

Because the monk's appearance in the red dress is really outstanding. Below the sword eyebrows are a pair of long phoenix eyes, and the random protruding arc has a fascinating but cold taste. His lips are red and white, the bridge of the nose is tall, and his temperament Public and casual, a red suit complements his temperament. I have seen his red suit, and I am afraid that in the future, anyone wearing red will not match him.

The red buddha shirt on his body is not the kind of robes commonly worn by abbots, but a darker crimson robe with faint gold threads flowing on it, and nine simple golden lotus from Buddhism appear on the hem.

Such a handsome man became a monk!

This is the only thought in the hearts of all women at this time.

At the same time, everyone feels that a bald head can be so good-looking. If there is hair, wouldn't it be against the sky?

If Wushuang were here at this time, he would definitely recognize that this handsome monk in red was Song Yiyang, the Prince of Song.

It's a pity that she hasn't come here yet, and among everyone in the audience, only Long Er knows Song Yiyang, and Xuan Xi has never seen him. Although Song Yiyang has seen Xuan Xi, but Xuan Xi Long Er and they are all changed. Song Yiyang naturally couldn't recognize them.

"Tsk! Where did the bald donkey come to join in the fun in Shijuecheng! Is this monk Shang Sichun trying to return to vulgarity?"

At this moment, a mocking voice remembered from the stairs, Bei Xuanyun slowly walked down, looking at Song Yiyang with mocking eyes.

Princess Xia Ling's recruitment meeting unexpectedly recruited all the monks. He found it ridiculous, and he would not admit it. He was jealous.

Yes, this time he came to Shijuecheng. He was very ambitious. He came for Princess Xia Ling. As long as he could marry Princess Xia Ling, then the entire Great Xia Dynasty would be his solid backing. He didn’t believe it. Grandfather Beixuanxian Emperor will not reuse him.

So as soon as he saw Song Yiyang, he felt a sense of crisis. It was just because the monk was so handsome, even if he was a monk, it was difficult for him to rest assured.

After all, monks can also be vulgar!

As everyone knows, his ridiculous and acrid appearance has fallen into the eyes of Princess Xia Ling who he wants to marry. Princess Xia Ling’s eyes flashed with disgust. Before the invitation party started, he had already been sentenced by Princess Xia Ling. "Death penalty".

"Amitabha Buddha, the benefactor has a vicious tongue and created evil karma. After death, he will fall into hell. The poor monk sees you as pathetic and pitiful, and only punishes you for sores in your tongue."

The red monk folded his hands together, his tone was indifferent, and his narrow, narrow phoenix eyes only gave Bei Xuanyun a faint glance.

"Damn it! What are you talking about...Ah!!!"

At this moment, Bei Xuanyun suddenly covered his mouth and yelled. Everyone saw that his open mouth was full of abscesses, emitting a foul smell, which was extremely disgusting.

"Speak up as you please!"

The Shaohua saint stood up abruptly from her seat and looked at the handsome monk in red in disbelief.

"It turned out to be just what you said!"

Princess Xia Ling also gently covered her mouth, her eyes showing shock.

What?

The people in the lobby were also shocked, and their eyes toward the red monk were filled with incredible light.

The method of speaking is the most advanced spell in Buddhism, but very few people have practiced it. I heard that even the Buddha can not speak the method of speaking. Such a young monk... actually practiced it. How can it not be surprising that the law is free?

Xuan Xi was also very surprised. The way he spoke was the magical power he awakened. He knew this magical power very well, and he knew better than everyone present about the power of this magic. He also knew that there was this in Buddhism. Spells, this kind of spells touch the level of the heavens, and they can't be learned at a high level.

Could it be said that this person can already communicate with God?

Maybe, besides himself, this person is the only person in the world who knows how to speak the law, so Xuan Xi will not feel unhappy, but admire him very much.

After all, one's own magical powers are born, and this person's magical powers are trained by himself.

"This young monk could say that he followed such a powerful spell, what is his origin?"

Someone said in shock.

But no one can answer his question. Before that, Song Yiyang had never used this spell in front of outsiders. He was very low-key, so low-key that the orthodox Buddhism didn't know his existence.

Bei Xuanyun no longer howled, Bei Xuanjia thought he was ashamed and sealed his mouth tightly.

"This little master, the little girl's brother who was just a little girl said improperly, please don't know him in general."

Bei Xuanjia smiled and said to Song Yiyang.

Song Yiyang nodded lightly and did not speak to Bei Xuanjia. He looked at the lobby and found that there were no more tables left. He walked towards the largest table.

"Dare to ask if you can sit here? Do you mind if the poor monks put together a table?"

He pointed to the empty seat and asked Fu Yao and Lao Dao.

"There are no people! Handsome, you can sit down!"

Fu Yao and Lao Dao haven't spoken yet, Xiao Rouer nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Xuan Xi helped her forehead, his sister was helpless.

"Thank you for the little donor."

Song Yiyang smiled softly at Xiao Rou'er, and sat down beside her, watching her stare at him for a moment, he stretched out his hand uncontrollably and touched her soft hair. After touching it, she gently squeezed the little chirp on her head, and then put her hand back seriously.

He looked at this completely strange little girl with a strange feeling in his heart. He had never seen her before, but he felt like he wanted to get close to her.

The young lady over there wanted to invite Song Yiyang over. Seeing that he had already sat down, she had to give up. She felt a little regretful. She missed the opportunity to talk with the red monk. She spent a few months in the Snow Mountain of God's Domain, and she saw it most It was the monk. This monk was born out of thin air and was extremely extraordinary. She was very curious about him.

Bei Xuanjia followed Bei Xuanyun and said to Song Yiyang: "Little master, we sincerely apologize, and we also ask the little master to raise your hands high. After five days, my brother will participate in the invitational meeting. If this is the case, I am afraid I can’t see people."

"Amitabha, the poor monk only punishes him for three days. After three days, he will be eliminated."

Song Yiyang said quietly.

Bei Xuanjia breathed a sigh of relief.

Bei Xuanyun’s eyes are full of spiteful hatred. He has never been so embarrassed when he grows up. He just walked over, and those people covered their noses and looked at him disgustingly, as if they were some kind of foul-smelling person. , All of this is thanks to this hateful bald donkey!

"Shumulu, would you like to drink tea? I haven't had it before!"

Xiao Rou'er pushed the tea cup she hadn't drunk before to Song Yiyang, blinking her big deer-like eyes as if she was going to drink it, her black eyes as bright as stars full of expectation.

Song Yiyang thought, even if this little cute added poisoned tea to him, he would drink it happily.

Because there is a strange magic in her bright eyes.