Chapter 642

Wang Dali reached a consensus with the saints in the conference room.

"Well, it's time to go out and accept the worship of all the people!" the great sage smiled at the king.

"That's nice!"

Wang Dali nodded. If he didn't accept such a good thing, he would be a fool.

The door opened again, the super camera also opened, and the live broadcast was reopened. Wang Dali and the holy masters went out, crossed the corridor and entered the forbidden Temple Square.

The Muslims gathered in the square cheered at this moment.

Wang Dali waved to the Muslims frequently.

People cheered more warmly.

Outside the square, countless Muslims have surrounded the forbidden temple. Even outside the forbidden temple, the whole great mosque is overcrowded.

People were very happy and talked about the sheepskin roll and the messenger of Allah.

It seems that Muslims already feel that Wang Dali is undoubtedly an envoy.

In history, Allah sent too many messengers to the world, but the most famous are six, Adam, Noah, Abraham, Moses, Elsa (Jesus) and Muhammad.

Among the crowd, many people also pushed wheelchairs to come to Wang Dali.

"Brother Dali, I'm forced to pretend -"

"Brother Dali has successfully gone to heaven -"

"Brother Dali has become the messenger of God -"

"Incredible, crazy Muslim -"

"People on earth can't stop Muslims from engaging in personal worship -"

"In fact, the miracles are around. Brother Dali is not only an extraordinary person, but also an angel's teacher and disciple. In the foolish ancient times, brother Dali is the messenger of God. He can't be wrong -"

"Facts have proved once again that faith has nothing to do with science -"

Netizens, especially those in the Far East, don't quite understand what Muslims think. They feel incredible. Part of them are watching and joking.

Outsiders may not understand, but Muslims really believe that Wang Dali is an envoy sent by Allah.

Perhaps, in history, most of the great people and celebrities related to the Arab people are Allah's messengers.

"Thank Allah and the messenger Wang Dali -"

Crazy names rise and fall outside the Great Mosque.

Wang Dali stood in front of the square temple, in the center of the convergence of faith. When he looked up, he could see that the power of faith affected the magnetic energy, making the temple like the sun, emitting a huge amount of prominence.

A part of the invisible faith gathered on Wang Dali and was absorbed by streamer armor.

Part of the energy of streamer armor is transmitted to Wang Dali and integrated into his body and spirit.

Wang Dali's spirit was shocked. He felt that his thinking was more agile, his faith was more identified, and his spiritual strength was stronger.

This discovery surprised Wang Dali.

"Foreign spirit can stimulate and strengthen their own spirit. No wonder in ancient times, many people engaged in personal worship, faith and incense. They dare to be affectionate. It's not good for them to engage in faith and incense!"

Wang Dali was pleasantly surprised and turned to the saints. He found that the saints seemed unaware of the subtlety and usefulness of the power of faith.

"Yes, they are not extraordinary, just mortals!"

Wang Dali suddenly understood that his transcendence had touched some very mysterious fields.

Therefore, Wang Dali worked harder to guide Muslims to make a pilgrimage in front of the square temple, and then walked out of the square to rejuvenate the patients who came to the Great Mosque.

The holy masters behind Wang Dali were stunned one by one.

"This man is really a natural messenger!" the great sage laughed at his colleagues. At first, they were afraid that Wang Dali could not adapt.

Unexpectedly, Wang Dali can handle it without being taught.

"Brother Dali has gone to heaven -"

"It really makes me wait for losers to envy, envy and hate -"

"Earth people can't stop brother Dali from flying -"

"Allah's messenger comes to Mecca -"

"No, Mecca is going crazy -"

People see that the Muslims in the whole great mosque are a little out of control.

The holy masters were so frightened that they quickly called people to maintain order. If there was any stampede accident again, it would be really not beautiful.

Outside the square, Wang Dali just asked an old woman who had been paralyzed for many years to resume walking. The old woman cried and lay down at Wang Dali's feet, hugged Wang Dali's feet, kissed him vigorously, and was stunned to let go.

Another child who couldn't speak was treated. The child's parents worshipped excitedly and crawled at the foot of the king's great strength. The prince's great strength kept praising Allah.

This scene made those patients crazy and rushed around one by one.

Suddenly, an old man's wheelchair knocked over, the old man fell to the ground, and countless people scrambled to squeeze up, seeing that a tragedy was about to happen.

"God said, humility should be a virtue, and help should be good work!"

Wang Dali raised his head and pointed. He read the power. The invisible power instantly blocked the crowded crowd and protected the old man.

An invisible mental force helped the old man up, and the wheelchair that fell was corrected. The old man sat down again, and the mental force gradually converged. People were so excited that their faces turned red when they saw this scene.

"What an emissary, he has the power of Allah -"

As soon as someone worships, more people will kneel down to worship. There is a lot of black head and great piety.

Wang Dali didn't stop him either. He walked forward as if walking around in the crowded crowd and touched the people in need with a gun.

The barrel of the gun of fate is worthy of treasure. It is powerful and can eliminate the pain of ordinary people. However, Wang Dali feels that the power in the barrel is much less.

The mind moves suddenly. When the light of the sun is injected into the gun of fate, the energy in it is sufficient again.

Wang Dali was overjoyed. Shit, it turned out that the gun of destiny is a sacred weapon of life and mystery. It only needs to consume its own energy, and the healing power of the gun of destiny can never be exhausted.