"Good..." Zhang Liang put his hands together and realized some ways of practicing from Zhang Fan's mouth.

At this moment, a man with dark curly hair in work clothes came from the cabin and came to everyone. This person was very strange. You should know that the passengers and crew in the cabin have been hypnotized by the monster on this passenger plane. Who is this human? Could it be a spiritual person hidden among ordinary people?

The human dressed in the pilot bowed deeply to Zhang Fan, "Thank you for your help!" It turned out that this guy was Radil, a monster in the airliner. It successfully survived this disaster and turned into its original human face. It came to thank him.

Zhang Fan smiled and helped him up, "Your karma is still there. Although I will help you through this thunder tribulation. But as your practice deepens, you will still be in danger of disaster in the future! This is not the fundamental method..."

This Radil was also a Hindus during his lifetime. Although he was not very pious, he also understood Zhang Fan's words and knew that he had a deep sin in the past. Therefore, he folded his hands together and asked humbly: "What can the master do? Radil is so grateful!"

A ball of thunder and karma fire ignited in Zhang Fan's hand and said with a faint smile: "My ability can temporarily eliminate your karma, but your karma root is still there. Over time, the karma in your soul will still be generated. If you can practice Buddha devoutly, it is the foundation for eliminating evil karma!"

As a former Hindus, Radil is of course very familiar with Buddhism, and after practicing for so long, he naturally has some good roots. Therefore, he immediately agreed: "I am willing to follow the master to practice!"

Zhang Fan laughed: "Okay! OK! I will fulfill you now!" As he said that, he pressed the thunder karma fire in his hand, and in an instant the thunder karma fire ignited the whole guy!

For a moment, purple thunder and blue karma fire rage on him, Radil let out a painful howl, and scenes of evil karma from generation to generation flashed in front of his eyes like a movie! His soul seemed to have fallen into the eighteen levels of hell, suffering from the torture of karma fire and thunder! That pain was even more painful than being in the thunder cloud! However, after experiencing four thunder tribulations, he knew that such purification was not life-threatening, but the soul was tortured.

The thunder catastrophe fire ravaged him for half an hour before it slowly extinguished. Radil climbed up and felt a sense of ease in his body and soul that he had never experienced before. It seemed that he had walked tens of thousands of miles, his whole body was dirty, tired and uncomfortable. He suddenly jumped into a cool and clean pond and took a shower. Not only did he wash away the dust on his body, but he also washed the dust in his heart. This feeling can only be possessed after he successfully survived the thunder catastrophe, and even more relaxed and thorough...

I saw that there seemed to be a vague baptism of electric light and fire on the various equipment facilities in the cabin, but the equipment did not burn it out, but instead made the cabin look brand new. The places that everyone could not see were constantly renovated under the baptism of thunder and fire. The entire body became particularly tidy, and some damaged places were automatically repaired. The peeling paint became bright, as if it had just been opened from the aircraft manufacturer. In addition to the older style, it was a new aircraft!

The monster Radil of the passenger plane was overjoyed and actually knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Fan. Because of this baptism, he felt that he would not have to experience thunder tribulation for at least a long time! Then he told Zhang Fan the full name he had become the monster. The name condensed a complex Sanskrit talisman in Zhang Fan's palm, which respectively represent him absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, soaring in the blue sky, and the original human soul.

Zhang Fan recited the Buddha mantra and put the Sanskrit talisman into the vajra. He felt that as long as he thought, he could summon Radil. However, the monster in the airliner was not Akan's demon Aslogue, but a free person who could be at any time. If it was transporting passengers in the air, wouldn't it be a mess when it came here?

In the cabin of this plane, it is a field equivalent to Luohu's space. Although it is a little smaller, this Radil is absolutely the same in this! Unless you hide in a space made of magical artifacts like the Brahma Divine Plate, he will do nothing to you. But you always have to come out...

Radell just thought a little, and the ordinary humans in the cabin were hypnotized. They just experienced an ordinary storm. Due to the weather, the flight arrived later.

When we arrived at the Delhi Airport in India, two Hindu monks contacted a local Brahmin sect. The other party had already sent people to wait at the airport for a long time. When they saw Zhang Fan and others, they were all respectful. The Brahmins also had a great secular influence in India, and their deep-rooted caste system could still be seen even in modern society.

A very luxurious RV took everyone away. On the RV, there was a throne for Zhang Fan to sit on. Zhang Fan did not dare to sit on it, but he could not resist the pious invitation of the local Brahmins. Because Zhang Fan had held the Brahma Divine Plate, he was already the object of their worship. Moreover, Hinduism attaches great importance to the canon and etiquette, and the hierarchy is very strict!

If Zhang Fan didn't sit, they would have to kneel. However, Zhang Fan couldn't invite him and had to sit down. A round of worship made Zhang Fan a little at a loss. However, he thought that the other party was visiting the Brahma Divine Plate, not himself, so he accepted it happily.

The car drove to a magnificent temple in a suburb of Delhi, the capital of India. This temple was expanded many times based on the original ancient temple. Zhang Fan was invited to the well-preserved ancient temple at the innermost part of the temple. There is an ancient statue of Brahma god enshrined here. Here, Zhang Fan experienced another worship.

When Zhang Fan thought that he would hand over the Brahma Divine Plate in this way, he unexpectedly was stopped by the monk who presided over the worship and invited everyone to rest for a night. The next day, he went to another temple and was worshipped! The third day was another city...

After just a week of hard work, Zhang Fan couldn't stand it, so he protested and refused to accept this endless worship! Only then did a Hindu high priest come out to explain that Hinduism is the most important sacrifice, and he believed that sacrifices directly communicate with the gods. However, all Hindu temples are very impressed by the artifacts such as the Brahma God Pan. Everyone wants the Brahma God Pan to come to their temple to worship. Everyone is unwilling to let themselves fall behind, so they can only let Zhang Fan run away.

Zhang Fan was so amazed and crying, "Then after I hand over the Brahma Divine Plate to you, you can put it wherever you like? Why waste my time?"

"Master, don't know that there are very few monks in the entire Brahmin religion who can uphold this Brahmin god plate. Most of them are living in seclusion and are unwilling to come out to uphold it, so they must go to every temple to preach the Dharma and receive worship. How are these masters willing?!" The high priest was very helpless, as if this Brahmin god plate was a hot potato for the Brahmin monks. Those monks who did not practice enough to accept this glory, but they still couldn't uphold it!

Zhang Fan said helplessly: "I don't care about the affairs of your sect. You must find someone to take over immediately, otherwise I will take the Brahma Divine Plate back to China."

"Master, you have received the mantle of Master Gandhi, the Brahma Walker, how can you leave?" The high priest was a little anxious.

Zhang Fan waved his hand, "Master Gandhi taught me a rune, and I am very grateful for its teachings. As for how the Brahma Divine Plate is upholded by me, I don't know much about the reason. But I am not a Brahmin, and everyone's teachings are different. I have my own Buddhist path to practice. Or think about any other way to leave the Brahma Divine Plate?"

The high priest was very distressed, "In addition to the ascetic monks who practice profoundly, there are sacrificial weapons that can carry the Brahma divine plate..."

Zhang Fan smiled and said, "The Brahmanism is so prosperous. Can't you find a sacrificial weapon to accommodate the Brahma God Plate?"

The high priest shook his head, "Master, this sacrificial weapon must be as powerful as the Brahma Divine Plate. Where can such a sacrificial weapon be found in our world? And even if a certain Brahmin sect has it, it will not be willing to offer it to accommodate the Brahma Divine Plate!"

Zhang Fan suddenly felt a move in his heart, took out the heart of Luohu, and asked the high priest: "This is a heart of Luohu that Master Gandhi defeated Luohu monster and was refined by the Brahma Divine Plate. Look at this thing, can it accommodate the Brahma Divine Plate?" Zhang Fan thought that the Luohu monster was a space monster, and its refined heart was still pulsating. It must be very extraordinary.

The high priest carefully used a golden plate to hold the pulsating heart of Luohu and placed it on the altar. Then he invited several old monks to study it carefully and finally came to the conclusion that it could carry the Brahma Divine Plate, which made Zhang Fan feel relieved. If these old guys can't find the sacrificial weapon to accommodate the Brahma Divine Plate, they might have to put themselves under house arrest for the rest of their lives!

"Then come quickly..." Zhang Fan sacrificed the Brahma Divine Plate and said anxiously.

"Master, no hurry. This ceremony must be completed at the temple of Master Gandhi, the Brahma Writer, and three ascetic monks must be invited to complete it!" The high priest still looked neither salty nor light.

"You won't lie to me to go to other temples to receive sacrifices..." Zhang Fan was worried.

"Absolutely not..." the high priest nodded.

"Then you swear to the Brahma God Pan..."

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Allahabad is a small city, but it is one of the very important holy places of Hinduism. Hindu legend says that the gods and the devil fight for a pot of nectar that can make them immortal. A god took the pot and left, but twelve drops of nectar splashed out, four of which fell in India. Allahabad was one of them, and the others remained in the heavens.

Therefore, the Big Pot Festival, which is held every 12 years, is the largest gathering of humans in the world! Nearly 70 million believers participate each time, and the number of believers bathing in the Ganges is millions! It lasts for six weeks.
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