I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

No sky?

People recalled the honorific name uttered by the Buddha.

No sky...

Will the sky be gone?

Do not!

The sky is always there.

As time goes by, the years take turns.

The ancient starry sky still shines on the vast land.

and so……

The name is Wutian, but it is a heaven.

Some people with wisdom roots think more.

No sky?

The ancient starry sky, although still shining on the vast land.

However, the ancient starry sky is different from today's starry sky.

Many ancient stars, perhaps in a certain night, turned into an explosive flame, illuminating the entire universe.

Or perhaps, a certain star that is still shining in the sky has already turned into a lightning bolt millions or even tens of millions of years ago, bursting out its last brilliance to light up the dark universe.

And the smarter and more savvy people are, the more things they think.

The word "Wu Tian", but nothing extraordinary.

However, speaking from the Buddha's mouth, it seems to contain countless philosophies, pointing straight to the Supreme Way.

So that some particularly smart people have a faint feeling.

If he can think clearly, the supreme wisdom contained in these two words.

Even if it's just a small part of it.

It might be an exaggeration to become a Buddha on the spot.

But achieving a golden body, becoming an Arhat or King Kong, is probably easy.

Just thinking of this, these smart people knew that they had a great opportunity.

The true Buddha came to the world and enlightened the world!

What a chance, what a blessing?

They wanted to kneel down and worship immediately, begging for the Buddha's love.

Give them more truth.

but……

They quickly understood.

Can't do this.

Because I, Buddha, is compassionate and truly compassionate!

Pluck a hair to benefit the world but not to share it with one another.

It is better to ask for others than for yourself.

The Buddha's willingness to enlighten to this point was already due to chance.

No matter how much, it's impossible.

Because it has gone beyond the true meaning of the Buddha and deviated from the great way.

Just as the Buddha revealed.

I am not a false Buddha, I disdain incense, I disdain worship.

I also don't need the worship and praise of sentient beings.

I am just walking my way.

I am just a forerunner on this road.

So you shouldn't beg me.

Therefore, we should beg for ourselves.

These smart people thought of this, and they praised them one after another: "I, Buddha, is merciful, and my disciples will understand!"

………………

Lingping blinked and looked at the person in front of him.

Do you understand?

What do you understand?

Fight with me, right?

Ha ha!

Don't look at who is standing in front of you?

I'm a net writer!

What big storms and waves haven't you thought about?

He chuckled, pretending to be profound: "Since you understand, why don't you leave?"

"Stay here, what do you want to do?"

Everyone was shocked.

Xuan even praised: "Follow my Dharma decree!"

Sure enough, they dispersed separately.

Lingping sees it inexplicably and doesn't understand it at all.

He turned his head and looked at the flow that was still lying on the ground.

"Why, the police haven't come yet?" he thought.

It's a bit unusual!

This is the Taizu Memorial Hall, and the security force and level are extremely high.

But as soon as this year fell, there were a few police officers wearing police uniforms coming from a corridor not far away.

………………………………

Ning Qinghong took a few of his men and carefully passed the mystery barrier that finally disappeared.

She walked in.

At that time, I saw that hundreds of people were worshipping the mysterious spirit son.

Compared with the meeting in the cross slope.

Today's Lord Spirit is different again.

He didn't wear glasses, but put on a large formal suit.

His face was full of arrogance and rejection.

Those eyes, which seemed to be soaked in ink, were dark and deep.

More importantly, the ground on which his foot was treading.

The black lotus blossomed and stretched continuously.

The monk on the black lotus knocked the wooden fish.

Muyu is silent, but there is sound.

In the mind, in the psychic energy, in the divine consciousness.

Tuk tuk!

Sanskrit singing followed.

"Namo Amitabha……"

"Namo Amitabha!"

"Namo Amitabha!"

Solemn, solemn, holy, weird, and terrifying.

Such extremely contradictory things are all mixed together.

As a result, there was a faint black cloud that resembled a canopy on his head.

Ning Qinghong swallowed.

"Buddha without Heaven!" She had already learned from Zhang Hui that the method that the spirit master showed now came from a clone of him.

The power named Wutian Buddha.

The power that once subverted the Journey to the West and made all Buddhas fall together.

If there is no cover in the book he wrote.

Then, he even fell from Lingshan shaking.

He put on the Tathagata robes, which reversed the truth of the master and disciple.

It also eroded the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the Western Heaven.

Unfortunately, that book is too short, and the following things are not written.

Perhaps the world behind Journey to the West was destroyed.

Maybe not.

But it is certain that he has demonstrated lawless means.

There must be a purpose.

With these thoughts in mind, Ning Qinghong ran over carefully.

She worked hard to make herself a little easier.

"My son..." She laughed: "What happened to you?"

She looked at the people on the ground.

To be precise, it should be a guy whose mouth and nose are tightly bound by black lotus blossoms.

More than that, on top of this man's head, there was a phantom monk with black hair and black robes sitting.

The monk knocked on the wooden fish.

Silently.

But what is certain is that he is bound to endure unimaginable torture and punishment.

It is estimated that he will not be tortured better than the deacon who hates the school.

This can be seen from the way he is now.

The man was lying on the ground, although his mouth and nose were sealed tightly.

But his bare skin and blood vessels were constantly twitching.

………………………………

Lingping saw the lady police officer walking in front of her.

He felt that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He immediately said to the police officer, "Miss Police, you are finally here..."

"This person..." He thought for a while, but couldn't help but use uncivilized vocabulary: "I don't know if this shameful pen is too much drug or eaten something unclean..."

"There are so many people, in broad daylight, we must buy and sell!"

"Then I must not do it!"

"As a result, he didn't know what was going on, so he went crazy..."

"Then I fell on the ground!"

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Ning Qinghong coughed as she listened.

"My son, we have already seen the surveillance!" She swallowed, recalling what she saw on the surveillance screen.

Her hands tremble slightly.

She worked hard to relax herself, and then seriously agreed with her conscience: "He did fall by himself!"

if not?

Is it the opposite of him?

Ning Qinghong just looked at the black lotus on the floor and understood that she should not have such stupid thoughts.

Now, in front of her is the Wutian Buddha.

The Heavenless Buddha who made the Buddhas fall!

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