After Wen Tian finished speaking, a sincere smile appeared on his face, like spring breeze and rain, and he walked towards an old man with his head held high.

"Uncle Shang, why are you here in person?"

"Why don't you come and take a look at the door plaque that I wrote personally?"

Shang Rong stroked his beard and smiled broadly.

Maitreya still had a kind expression on his face, but there was a hint of coldness in the corner of his mouth. Magic power surged in his eyes as he looked at Wen Tian.

He discovered that Wen Tian actually had a strong sense of human destiny wrapped around him.

"how so?"

"Wen Tian has no official position and is just a common man. He is just called a small pavilion elder. How can he have such a huge fortune in the world?"

"No wonder the poor man's Sanskrit music couldn't save him for a while."

Maitreya Taoist was shocked and knew that this time it would take some effort.

The transforming power of the Western Buddhist Sanskrit Method was the power that the two saints realized when they made great aspirations to attain enlightenment and become saints. This power does not require magic power to activate, and can even transform the destiny of the human world.

As long as he uses the sound of Sanskrit to cross the sky and let him go with him willingly, he will not be entangled by the fate of the world and will not be contaminated by the misfortune of the world of mortals.

However, the time it takes for the Sanskrit Sound to transform a believer is related to the person's luck.

Maitreya Taoist's Sanskrit sound can make ordinary people in a city kneel down and worship.

But when you meet someone who is truly blessed with great luck, you won’t be able to give up until you talk about it for ten or eight days.

Maitreya sighed and lurked among the crowd.

After a while, he saw Shang Rong and Wen Tian moving away from the crowd, took out the cloth bag wrapped around his waist, and followed them quietly.

After several muffled sounds, the two fell to the ground unconscious.

"We still have to use the crudest method."

Maitreya sighed, put the unconscious Wen Tian into a bag, and ran out of the city ten feet at a time.

Every time he took a step, strands of luck came from all directions and sank into his soul.

I don't know how long it took, but Shang Rong woke up faintly.

Then, a shout made everyone in Wen Mansion feel tense.

"Come quickly, someone is beating someone!"

…

Half an hour later.

Wen Taishi was sitting in the main seat in the middle hall, his face was ugly, he held two male and female whips in his hands, his eyebrows were wide open, and his voice echoed over Chaoge City.
Chapter completed!