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Wang Dali came to Mecca.

The road is crowded with wheelchairs, with patients who are difficult to treat.

Of course there are other patients who are standing by the roadside, looking forward to Wang Dali's arrival.

Wang Dali's figure appeared, and the crowd was immediately commotion.

The superintendent and traffic police have long maintained order, for fear of a crowded stampede.

"I'm coming"

"The messenger is coming"

"Thank God"

People knelt down and thanked God.

Wang Dali was embarrassed. What's the matter, why are so many people waiting for him? At first glance, most of them are patients!

Even those who lack arms and legs.

Wang Dali didn't understand. How can the lack of arms and legs be cured? Is it omnipotent to be a gun?

"Brother Dali, you have to be careful, everyone is here to let you save!" The prince trot up and whispered.

"I see it!"

Wang Dali is not afraid, okay, just come, do everything to obey the destiny, can heal and heal, but he can’t do it by himself.

A saint came out and said: "If you need to go to the Great Mosque immediately, I am willing to lead the way!"

"It's better to treat them first, I waited anyway!"

Wang Dali put the barrel of the Spear of Destiny on a wheelchair person. He was paralyzed from a spinal injury and he recovered all at once.

The second person was also a wheelchair person, with the same illness as Hawking. Wang Dali put the gun barrel on the opponent's shoulder for a few seconds. This time the energy consumption of the gun barrel was quite large.

The third one was a little fat man who was born with obesity and couldn't be cured. Wang Dali put the gun in his opponent's hand. Within three seconds, the little fat man felt feverish all over his body and burned a lot of fat.

Wang Dali walked all the way and treated the patients one by one.

Sure enough, there is no way for a broken arm and short leg.

Other illnesses were cured very numbly.

The cured people worshipped the king vigorously, and the scene was very moving.

The reporters interviewed on the spot, and everyone claimed that it was a miracle.

Until the afternoon, Wang Dali did not know how many people had been treated. The long highway was already full of cars and people.

The nearby traffic has long been jammed, and the traffic police are trying hard to command, and there is no way to ease it.

Under the leadership of a saint, Wang Dali walked through the city to the Great Mosque. Wherever he passed, traffic jams were immediately caused.

Until night fell, Wang Dali failed to reach the Grand Mosque. Walking through the congested city and crowds on foot was by no means a simple matter.

Coupled with the need to treat any patients who are blocking the road, Wang Dali is struggling.

At eight or nine in the evening, Wang Dali stayed in a hotel in the city.

Outside the hotel, countless people gathered overnight, wearing white robes, sitting outside the hotel.

After Wang Dali had rested, at ten in the morning, he looked out of the window and found a large crowd with black hair and white robe, stretched out, already squeezing the nearby streets.

The holy master knocked on the door, and Wang Li opened the door, and the holy master and the mayor walked in, sighing incomparably.

"My Envoy, look at the arrangement, these Muslims are not willing to go away!" The mayor said in embarrassment.

"Can you guide them to the Great Mosque? Anyway, I have to go to Hajj!" Wang Dali said.

"It's so good, it's so good, but only when the messenger gets up will they follow it!" The mayor was embarrassed.

"Well, let's set off now, the Lord Mayor arranges for people to maintain traffic order!"

"this is okay!"

Wang Dali turned his head to look at the holy master, and said, "I wonder if the Great Mosque can let me go on Hajj?"

"Yes, all saints welcome you to go to the pilgrimage!" The saint said politely.

Wang Dali noticed that since yesterday, the sage teacher had never admitted that he was a messenger, but he was very polite.

Walking out of the hotel, the crowd commotion.

Wang Dali followed the saint teacher, squeezed the crowd away, and went to the Great Mosque.

The traffic police raised their horns to maintain order and guided people to the Grand Mosque.

It is not the pilgrimage period of December in the Hijri calendar, otherwise there will be more people. Even so, there are still more and more Muslims coming to the Great Mosque.

Their purpose is to come to pay homage to Wang Dali’s pilgrimage and to witness the healing miracles that Wang Dali created.

According to incomplete statistics, as of last night, after Wang Dali entered the hotel, more than 3,000 people have been treated.

This is an exciting number.

For a whole night, the whole Mecca city was in excitement, and Wang Dali's arrival seemed to awaken the whole city.

Every TV station stays off work, works overtime, and runs programs to interview and cure patients all night.

When the sun rose, Wang Dali finally entered the Great Mosque when the sun was not too venomous.

Wang Dali was greeted by more than a dozen elderly saints. This situation immediately shocked the world.

Wang Dali changed into a white robe, put on golden satin, and came to the square of the Forbidden Temple. From a distance, he saw the square temple in black and gold standing in the middle of the square.

Wang Dali was shocked by just looking at it.

The rich radiance rose from the square temple and rushed into the sky, like a long river.

Wang Dali suddenly realized that the treasure he saw from a distance outside the city rose from the square temple. It was indeed the center of the Muslim pilgrimage, and it was truly extraordinary.

Wang Dali came to the square temple and was led by a sage to make a formal pilgrimage. People followed Wang Dali and formed a mighty team, which was very spectacular.

Although it is not the Hajj Day in December, there are still a lot of Muslims coming because of Wang Dali.

After several laps around the temple, Wang Dali stretched his hand to the temple and felt its sacredness. Finally, he came to the famous Black Stone. Wang Dali thought through the black stone, and suddenly discovered that behind the black stone, there was an exquisite sinking wooden box hidden.

Inside the box, there seems to be a parchment roll.

"I rub, there is such a hidden treasure?" Wang Dali saw at a glance, the black stone and the box behind the black stone were emitting a huge light, which made Wang Dali's eyes hurt.

"This is Blackstone!"

The leading saint came up and introduced: “According to legend, this was handed over by the angel Gabriel when the Kabrah was rebuilt after the flood destroyed it, and it was inlaid on the southeast corner of the temple.”

Wang Dali nodded.

"come out!"

Suddenly, Wang Dali stomped his feet, and the whole temple seemed to tremble, and the black stone broke away from the corner of the temple in the horrified eyes of everyone, and was suspended in the air.

The whole world was in an uproar!

Especially Muslims all over the world, almost stared out!

Wang Dali quickly reached out and took out a black delicate wooden box from the hole left by the black stone.

With a bang, the black stone was re-embedded into the corner of the wall, and Wang Dali had an extra mysterious wooden box in his hand.