As for the new batch of resources and death lists, they have already been handed over.

"... Junior brother, please come earlier next time! The senior sisters are all waiting for you!"

Before parting, Meng Ziqing reluctantly hugged Qin Muling and said.

As a person who knows the taste of food, she actually wanted to travel with Qin Muling, but he refused to let go, so the three girls had no choice but to give up.

"Don't worry, I won't break the promise."

Qin Muling said warmly, anyway, with this relationship, the fate between himself and the three women is unclear. But it won't be long before the Longquan world will become the private territory of the Meng clan, and it will also become his own territory.

…

Deep in the chaotic void, the great world of Leiyin.

The golden Buddha light envelopes the vast sky, and the faint sound of Sanskrit chants echoes in the sky. On the vast land, pagodas, Buddhist temples, Buddha statues, Buddhist caves, and beautiful scenes of Buddha light can be seen everywhere...

This is a big world that is completely controlled by Buddhist cultivators, and there is only one super power in the whole big world, the Great Thunder Sound Temple.

There are billions of miles of mountains and rivers with abundant products and beautiful scenery. There are countless Buddhist countries, Buddhist cities, sutra halls and Buddhist temples. There are Buddhist cultivators in robes of monks, ascetics in ragged clothes, lay people dressed in ordinary clothes, and believers who work devoutly.

Billions of trillions.

In the core area of ​​​​the big world, Sanskrit sounds are lingering, Buddha's light is endless, and huge ceiling flowers are scattered one after another, swirling and falling from the sky, and the fragrance is filled.

In the main hall of Leiyin Temple, the bright Buddha light shines everywhere, and the shadows of countless Buddhas, Arhats, Bodhisattvas, goddesses, and novice monks are looming.

At the end of the main hall, a middle-aged monk in yellow robes with a majestic appearance and a big face, sitting high on a twelve-level jade lotus platform, was opening the altar to lecture.

Around him were hundreds of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, etc. in various costumes, all of them solemn and silent.

Below the main hall, there are countless goddesses, vajras, novices, lay people and even ordinary believers bowing their heads to listen.

When the middle-aged monk reached an important point in his sermon, he suddenly stopped, counted his fingers slightly, and asked slowly:
Chapter completed!