The old monk raised his arms and shouted loudly, and more than a hundred people nearby also raised their arms and shouted with all their strength: "Esoteric-yana, Bolebole..."
After such vigorous and unified shouts, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became heated. Four little Indian monks with bare backs and gray bloomers came out from nowhere, shaking three bronze rockers in their hands.
Ling walked through the crowd with solemn and eccentric steps, her expression solemn and solemn.
An ethereal sound similar to Sanskrit chants and arias came from an unknown place. At first I thought it was the effect of the sound, but soon I discovered something was wrong. This was really, definitely dozens of people singing in unison.
, it seems to use different pronunciation techniques, including mantras, mantras, humai and ethereal Sanskrit chants. When people listen to it, they feel an illusory feeling of being ecstatic and having the soul out of the body.
Then the old monk actually stood up, folded his legs and sat cross-legged, levitating out of thin air.
The pure cotton cassock on his body was catching the wind, and then he took a mutton-fat white jade vase from the hand of the beautiful woman. He picked up an orchid finger in his right hand, put it in the vase and dipped it in it, and gave it to the one closest to him.
The people in the circle took turns to sprinkle some oil-like liquid, and the baptized person respectfully lowered his head on the ground, as if the old Indian monk who was dying in front of him was the reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Being able to soar into the air, this old Indian monk is definitely an admirable practitioner. We all lowered our heads, did not dare to speak, tried our best to restrain our breath, opened the escape circle, and made ourselves like the most ordinary attendees.
, unremarkable.
This ritual of sprinkling clean water from the purification bottle lasted about ten minutes, and the old Indian monk hung in the air for a full ten minutes, not less than a second. When he passed by us, I
I followed the example of the person next to me, lowering my head tightly, not daring to look away. I felt a huge breath passing behind me, followed by a cool feeling on the back of my head and a strange fragrance.
I knew that this was the effect of the pure water being spread on my head, and in the next few seconds, a faint sound similar to Zen chanting in the temple spread from the distant sky to the depths of my soul, and it suddenly felt like a feeling
It's like arriving in heaven, my eyes are bright, everything is pure and white, and then I open my eyes, everything becomes extremely beautiful again, my mood is inexplicably comfortable, and my whole body is floating, as if what I am sitting on is not the polished solid wood floor, but on the floor.
It's like the top of the clouds, relaxing and comfortable.
I closed my eyes, focused my mind on the tip of my nose, and looked at the tip of my nose in my heart. I could feel that the old Indian monk was using a special plant liquid, as well as the surrounding mantras and the environment to create a kind of
The supreme spiritual awe is rooted in everyone's heart.
This technique has gone far beyond hypnosis, and is equivalent to a kind of spiritual imprint, rooted in the hearts of every unsuspecting person at the scene. On weekdays, it is no different from ordinary people. Only on special occasions, it is combined with some kind of big mudra and mantra.
Wen can summon this will and then willingly be controlled by others, like a puppet.
Of course, the effect of such a baptism once or twice is extremely limited, but if things go on like this for a long time, then the fall is inevitable.
But, why would the Almighty Spiritual Religion do something similar to brainwashing?
I was thinking rapidly in my mind, and suddenly I felt a chill running down my spine, and then my whole body became cold - ah, the matter is far more serious than I thought. Look at the scene in the parking lot that looks like a luxury car show, and then listen to
As soon as I heard the arrogance that Maomao inadvertently revealed in his words just now, I was able to have a general understanding of Bajiu.
What the Almighty Spiritual Religion Association seeks is no longer just a little money, but an attempt to control these attendees who are either rich or noble. Whether they are celebrities, dignitaries, or children of wealthy people, they have great influence on social resources.
There are huge advantages in the control of money, power, mouthpieces and other things. These accumulations are all secret. However, when the Almighty Spiritual Religion Association needs these people, the power they burst out will even affect the people behind me.
Departments will all feel fear.
Power needs to be restrained. If it loses control, it will be like a wild horse. No one can stop it. However, if it is restrained too much, the sharp blade will become dull and it will not even be able to kill a chicken. How can it be done?
Kill the tiger.
Strong fortresses are always breached from the inside. After thinking about the reasons and reasons for this, my breathing couldn't help but become heavier, and my mood became extremely bad. I couldn't help but glance at the Zamao Trail, and saw that this guy didn't look like this.
I usually have a gloomy look on my face, but I looked forward with great interest. I suddenly realized that a long time had passed, and those Indian assans had already disappeared. There was a faint fragrance floating around, and the white mist was misty, like
It's like a fairyland.
In the venue where the old Indian monk was giving lectures, twelve dancers with unusually graceful figures appeared. They were all wearing midriff-baring tops, sequined hip belts and low-waisted skirts. The colors were bright red and yellow.
Orange, green, and pink, combined with luxurious rings, bracelets, necklaces, waist chains, anklets, and transparent and light two-meter-thin veils, make them look like fairies in the mortal world and fairies in the flower kingdom.
As soon as these charming young dancers appeared, cheerful and lively Arabic music began to play. Their bare feet, as white as snow, stepped on the yellow pear-colored floor, accompanied by the oud, nadi, and dilba.
The cheerful rhythms of tambourine and dulcimer sandur create an elegant, sexy and soft dance language through the rotation of the pelvis, hips, chest and arms as well as the dazzling hip swinging movements.
These belly dances give full play to the feminine beauty of the female body, sometimes elegant, sometimes sensual, charming, sometimes arrogant, sometimes mysterious. The men present are dizzy and excited to watch.
This kind of dance art mixed with extremely seductive nature can release men's nature in a way that ordinary provocation can't match. When I saw the men around me stretching out their hands involuntarily, their eyes filled with hot desire, I knew that the almighty spiritual practice would attract the rich and powerful.
The means of participation are really all-encompassing, making it really hard to resist.
Even with the mask on, I could see that among the twelve dancers, there were the three young models we saw that night, namely Maomao, Su Ning and Carlo.
These three women were ranked relatively far back among the twelve dancers. The one leading the dance was a busty beauty with an extremely hot figure and almost an F-cup breasts. Looking at her face, the outline of this girl was not that gorgeous. However,
This figure is really rare among Asians. This belly dance was so turbulent that it was simply...
Well, I can’t even describe it. Anyway, most men’s eyes were straight, their mouths were dry, and they kept swallowing saliva.
I lowered my body, pinched Zamao Xiaodao's thigh, and said in a low voice with hatred: "Old Xiao, you son of a bitch, have you found that bastard Luo Jinlong?" Zamao Xiaodao never took his eyes off the dancer at the head.
A pair of cheerful and jumping white rabbits were confused, but they whispered to me in an extremely calm tone: "I've scanned them, and they're not here."
I thought to myself, so to speak, Luo Jinlong should not be as simple as an ordinary soy sauce party or a pleasure seeker. He is so familiar with Dai Fei, the organizer here, and it is very likely that he has participated in the Almighty Spiritual Cultivation Society on a deeper level - he is in
It's so cool outside, does his father know?
Zamao Xiaodao shook his head and said that he probably didn't know. Let's put it this way, although Longhu Mountain and Maoshan have never been at odds, since they are famous mountains with thousands of years and passed down for dozens of generations, such a family naturally knows the most basic survival.
The rule is that you will never go against the current dynasty, which is the so-called compliance with the law of heaven. This is the case in Longhu Mountain. Even if there is a traitor like Qingxu who is linked to the Evil Spirit Sect, law enforcement will definitely be sent to the sect.
Clean it up by yourself without mercy, and won't bring any stain on your sect.
I nodded and said that in this case, there is no need to worry about him too much. However, the Indian Asan just now has some tricks. Even if his cultivation is not as good as that of Master Panzhi, it is still weird, or even more so, if he really wants to take action.
Come on, you have to be on guard.
Zamao Xiaodao said calmly: "Don't panic for now, let's take a look first to see what kind of reputation they are, and then wait for their leader to appear and see if the succubus is here. If she is here,
I'm afraid that her restored cultivation, plus the Indian Asan just now, and other key members, are really enough for us to drink a pot..."
I asked whether we should notify the relevant local departments, so as not to have too many people come and make us passive.
Zamao Xiaodao smiled and said, notification, what notification do you want? When you were changing clothes just now, you didn't realize that your mobile phone signal had been blocked, and besides this set of yoga clothes, what else do you have on you now? Besides,
Yes, we may not have no internal support. Otherwise, if the Southeast Bureau held its annual meeting here, why would they be so calm?
I nodded and was about to speak when I heard the cheerful Arabic music finally stopped. Surrounded by the twelve dancers, my mother, Sandifi, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, stood up, looked around, and began to sing loudly.
He said: "Human beings are busy every day, living with masks and shackles, and are exhausted. Our yoga spiritual practice allows everyone to put down these burdens and enjoy the relaxation and smoothness of the heart and soul. Now
I would like to invite Teacher Bai, a senior cultivator in our association, to tell you about the matter of divine friendship..."
Applause rang out one after another, and in this warm applause, a girl with a graceful figure walked slowly from the crowd. I looked up, my heart skipped a beat, my pupils suddenly shrank, and my fists subconsciously clenched at this moment.