The appearance of the monk in red made the lobby of Nandou Tower quiet for a few breaths before the noise returned to its rebuffet.

In the lobby, many women were stunned.

Because the appearance of the monk in red is so outstanding, there are long phoenix eyes under his eyebrows, and the curves that are raised at will have a seductive but cold smell. His lips and teeth are red, his nose is high and straight, his temperament is flamboyant and casual. His red clothes complement his temperament. After seeing his red clothes, I am afraid that anyone who wears red clothes will not be as good as him in the future.

The red Buddha shirt on him was not the kind of cassock worn by the abbot, but a slightly darker crimson robe with gold threads vaguely flowing on it, and nine simple golden lotus of Buddhism appeared at the hem of the clothes.

Such a handsome man actually became a monk!

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

At the same time, everyone also thinks that bald heads can look so beautiful. If they have hair, wouldn’t they go against the will of heaven?

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

It’s a pity that she hasn’t come yet, and among everyone in the audience, only Long Er knew Song Yiyang, and even Xuan Xi had never seen him. Although Song Yiyang had seen Xuan Xi, Xuan Xi and Long Er were all changed, and Song Yiyang naturally couldn’t recognize them.

"Tsk! Where did the bald donkey come from? I also came to Shijue City to join in the fun! Is this monk Sichun thinking of returning to secular life?"

At this time, a sarcastic voice came from the stairs, and Bei Xuanyun slowly walked down and looked at Song Yiyang with a sarcastic look.

Princess Xia Ling's bride recruitment meeting actually brought all the monks over. He thought it was ridiculous, so he would not admit that he was jealous.

That's right, he came to Shijue City this time and was very ambitious. He came for Princess Xia Ling. As long as he could marry Princess Xia Ling, the entire Great Xia Dynasty would be his solid backing. He would not believe that his grandfather Beixuan Immortal Emperor would not use him seriously.

So as soon as he saw Song Yiyang, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart, because this monk was so handsome that even a monk could not rest assured.

After all, monks can return to secular life!

Little did he know that his sarcastic and sarcastic look had fallen into the eyes of Princess Xia Ling, who he wanted to marry. A look of disgust flashed in Princess Xia Ling's eyes. Before the bride recruitment meeting began, he had been sentenced to "death punishment" by Princess Xia Ling.

"Amitabha Buddha, the donor has a red mouth and a poisonous tongue, commits evil deeds, and will fall into the Avici Hell after death. I believe that you are sad and pitiful, and I will only punish you for sores in your mouth and tongue."

The monk in red put his hands together, his tone was calm, and his narrow long phoenix eyes only glanced at Bei Xuanyun with a faint look.

"Ah, bald donkey! What are you talking nonsense...ah!"

At this moment, Bei Xuanyun suddenly covered his mouth and screamed. Everyone saw that his open mouth was full of abscesses, and a foul stinking came out, which was extremely disgusting.

"Speak with the law!"

The Saint of Shaohua suddenly stood up from her seat and looked at the handsome monk in red in disbelief.

"It turns out that it is following the words!"

Princess Xia Ling also gently covered her mouth, and a shocked look appeared in her eyes.

What?

The people in the lobby were also shocked, and their eyes were filled with unbelievable light when they looked at the monk in red.

The Dharma Sutra is the top magic in Buddhism, but few people have practiced it. I heard that even the Buddha of Heaven can’t speak Dharma Sutra. This young monk actually…has actually practiced the Dharma Sutra. How can it not surprise me?

Xuan Xi was also very surprised. Yan Shuo was his awakened magic power. He knew this magic power very well and knew better than everyone present. He also knew that there was this magic in Buddhism. This magic touched the level of the way of heaven and could not be learned with a high level.

Could it be that this person can communicate with the way of heaven?

Perhaps, this person is the only two people in the world who can speak according to the Dharma except himself, so Xuan Xi would not feel unhappy, but admire him very much.

After all, your supernatural powers are born, and this person's supernatural powers are cultivated by himself.

"This young monk can speak out such a powerful magic. What is his origin?"

Someone said in shock.

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

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

"This little master is the little girl's brother just now and he is inappropriate. Please don't have the same knowledge as him."

Bei Xuanjia said to Song Yiyang with a smile.

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

"Dare you wonder if there is a seat here? Do you mind if I am a table?"

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

"There are people! You can sit down!"

Fu Yao and the old Taoist hadn't spoken yet, and Xiao Rou'er nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Xuan Xi held his forehead and his sister was helpless.

"Thank you little donor."

Song Yiyang smiled gently at Xiao Rou'er and sat down next to her. Seeing her looking at him for a moment, he stretched out his hand uncontrollably and touched her soft hair. He even touched it, and then gently pinched the little Jijiu on her head, and then he took his hand back seriously.

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

The Saint of Shaohua wanted to invite Song Yiyang over there, but when he saw that he had already sat down, he had to give up. He felt a little sorry and missed the opportunity to talk to the monk in red. She had been in the Snow Mountains of the Divine Realm for several months, and the monk she saw the most was the monk. This monk seemed to have been born out of thin air and was extremely extraordinary. She was very curious about him.

Bei Xuanjia pulled Bei Xuanyun over and said to Song Yiyang: "Little Master, we sincerely apologize. Please give me some advice. In five days, my brother will attend the bride recruitment meeting. If this is the case, I'm afraid I won't be able to see anyone."

"Amitabha, I will punish him for three days, and it will be eliminated after three days."

Song Yi said indifferently.

Bei Xuanjia breathed a sigh of relief.

Bei Xuanyun's eyes were full of resentment and hatred. He had never been so embarrassed when he grew up. Just now, those people covered their noses and looked at him disgustedly, as if they were some kind of stinky person. All of this was given by this hateful bald donkey!

"Shu Shu, do you want to drink tea? Nannan has never drunk it!"

Xiao Rouer pushed the teacup in front of her that she had never drunk before to Song Yiyang, blinking her big eyes like a deer, as if she wanted to watch him drink, her eyes as bright as stars were full of expectations.

Song Yiyang thought to himself that even if this little cutie adds poisonous tea to him, he should have been willing to drink it.

Because there was a strange magic in her bright eyes.
Chapter completed!