I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Lingping finally chose his outfit.

He really likes the outfit he chose.

I liked it at first sight!

That is a costume.

It seems to be used by a certain magic or fantasy film crew.

A triangular headgear, a sharp wooden stick, and a set of red robes.

Together, Lingping thinks it looks good.

Of course, the most important thing is cheap!

It adds up to only one hundred and twenty yuan, and there is free shipping, and it will be delivered tomorrow morning!

"In this case, I can wear this outfit and go to the scene..."

"In this way, I should be able to enjoy my quiet and peaceful life while eating and waiting for death!"

He doesn't like to be famous, because that would delay him playing games and writing.

Thinking of it, Ling Ping'an sighed: "Not many manuscripts have been saved...not many!"

He had saved tens of thousands of words before he came, and he has almost used them these days.

There are at most three or five days' worth.

"Hurry up and go home!" He said, slowly leaning on the bed and falling asleep.

I don't know where I am in my dream.

I just vaguely saw that a boy who looked like a little novice came to a monk.

"In the future, under the seat of the Maitreya Buddha, listen to the scriptures and sweep the novices, suddenly worship a hundred times, and the Buddha will drive!

"Respectfully invite the Buddha, please come to the meeting!"

Listening to the milky words of the little novice monk.

Lingping smiled: "I started to dream of the plot of the book I wrote again?"

Net writers often encounter such things.

In my dream, I dreamed of the plot in my book.

Then the various gods unfolded, and after finally waking up, there was only a vague memory.

Then he beat his chest and his feet, remorseful.

Because the plot in the dream, most people have a good feeling.

Even some people will have much better feelings than the plot they had previously thought.

unfortunately……

Most people forget what they thought and saw in their dreams after waking up.

Only some vague impressions.

Lingping is no exception.

He thought about these things, everything in his dreams, began to change.

The monk turned around slowly.

In black hair and black robe, a pair of deep and distant eyes, two black lotus platform shadows dazzlingly.

"Lead the way ahead!" Just listened to the monk.

"Following the decree!" The little novice suddenly overjoyed.

He respectfully led the black-haired and black-robed monk through the heavy mist.

Lingping felt as if he had opened his heavenly eyes.

Everything in the dream world is in his eyes.

He is a bystander, an observer.

The angle of view followed the black-haired and black-robed monk, slowly walking through.

Ling Ping'an soon discovered that the black-haired and black-robed monk, the protagonist he once wrote, seemed to be different from the description in his book.

This Heavenless Buddha seems to have no feet.

He relied on two thick limbs similar to leeches, advancing in a snakelike manner.

Those two huge limbs were hidden in the mist.

Until, a little light came from the front.

The two leech-like limbs slowly turned into two white long legs.

Under Lingping's gaze, Wutian Buddha, barefoot, collapsed across a gap that seemed to be a portal.

As a result, the world has changed.

In the vast expanse of mist, Qionglou Yuyu is hidden in the distance.

"Friends of Daoist!" A voice of compassion filled with magnetism was heard by the ear.

Holding a big belly, fat head and big ears, the Buddha looked extremely compassionate. He stood up from the futon with a smile, folded his hands together, and said, "The poor monk is here, I have seen fellow daoists!"

At this moment, Lingping seemed to feel some familiar flavors.

He tilted his gaze slightly and looked under the fairy mist.

In the shadows, he seemed to see a strong girl walking hard among the mountains.

In the hills, the demon mist lingers.

Vaguely, it seems to be staring at him.

And the girl was trapped in it.

It seems that it has been a while.

So, Lingping's thoughts moved in his heart.

The black-haired and black-robed monk raised his hand to eject a little spiritual light and fell into the lower realm.

………………

Mei Qing has been wandering for a full month in this unnamed lofty mountain.

She is trapped here.

The monster that trapped her was the demon king who was cultivated by a crow here.

This demon king is here to set up a mystery barrier to trap the merchants and think that he will eat blood.

That is, she, with the Buddha of Heavenless Fuze, can only persist until now, otherwise she would have been exhausted and fell into the mouth of the crow spirit.

"The Godless Buddha is merciful!"

"The disciples are so lonely... I am ashamed!"

"But please let the Buddha go, the disciples will cross this dangerous barrier anyway, continue to move forward, find the four masters and apprentices, and convey your decree!"

The four masters and apprentices owed the Buddha's Scriptures and Dharma, but did not pay.

It is natural for her to ask for the request according to the Buddha's law.

But the hardships on the journey now, in Mei Qing's eyes, are just tests.

The Buddha's test on her!

Therefore, she prays to the Buddha every morning and evening.

Today is also average.

After praying, she stood up and was about to continue on the road, looking for a way to solve the mystery here.

Suddenly, she raised her head.

Seeing the sky above the sky, a little black aura fell.

The aura fell in front of her and turned into a black lotus.

The lotus bloomed, and the endless black Buddha light drenched the entire mountain.

The mystery barrier is broken in no time.

A huge crow fluttered its wings from the distant hills, fleeing frantically.

However, he was still grabbed by a big deformed hand.

With a light pinch, he was crushed to death.

Mei Qing watched and knelt down immediately: "Disciple Mei Qing, suddenly worship me Buddha again!"

"Thank me, Buddha Kaien!"

In the black lotus transformed by the aura, a black-haired and black-robed Buddha's phantom slowly appeared, and it was the Heavenless Buddha.

Then he listened to the Buddha slowly saying: "Wait here for you!"

"No!" Mei Qing bowed again.

……………………

To speed the sky, the Buddha from the East, he also noticed the actions of the Wutian Buddha.

He pinched the flower and smiled: "Does the Buddha also have a predestined person in this world?"

The black-haired and black-robed Buddha Buddha just nodded slightly.

The skin on both sides of his cheek cracked little by little.

There was a voice from the cracked skin: "You invited me here, what's the matter?"

The Eastern Buddha laughed, very compassionate: "Amitabha!"

He said: "The poor monk admires the way of the Buddha, so I am so brazen to invite. I don't mean that the Buddha will not be contemptible with the poor monk. If I really go to the appointment, the poor monk is deeply honored!"

"Therefore, we have prepared this Heavenly Dragon Ceremony for the Buddha!"

As he said, the Eastern Buddha waved his robes.

The fairy mist slowly dispersed, revealing the things shrouded in the fairy mist.

But it is a plate after plate of crystal clear, like emerald, gold-like meat.

In the texture of these meats, there are various rhymes flowing.

"These are the flesh of the Heavenly Dragon!"

"In the Dragon Pond of Lingshan, the Heavenly Dragon raised!"

"The Buddha had tasted the flesh and blood of this generation in the past, and he was full of praise. The poor monk was not talented. He carefully selected three true immortal dragons for the Buddha to prepare for the Buddha's needs!" Donglai Buddha chuckled lightly. Let's introduce it.

It seems that these dragon meats in front of me are vegetarian dishes just like fruits and vegetables.

When the Wutian Buddha saw it, he didn't say a word. He just rolled a large plate of Tianlong meat in front of him with a light roll, then opened his mouth, swallowed it whole, and chewed.

The dragon meat splashed and the juice was full.

Ling Ping'an, who was watching, looked a little greedy.

"Presumably this dragon meat must be an exceptionally delicious and juicy delicacy!" he thought.

That's dragon meat.

As the saying goes: Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground!

Donkey meat is easy to say, this dragon meat... he really hasn't tasted it!

Right now, I am a little eager to try.

As soon as he thought, Lingping felt a strong smell of meat between his mouth and teeth.

The tender gravy burst in the mouth.

Every burst is a taste bomb attack.

"I just..." He was stunned: "Shared the taste of the Wutian Buddha?"

Considering that it was a dream, he didn't think much about it.

He listened to the Donglai Buddha and said: "In addition to the flesh of the heavenly dragon, the poor monk is also a godless Buddha. He asked for thirteen flat peaches from the jade halal of the longevity emperor, and from Taoist Yuanzi in Wuzhuang Guanzhen, Get six ginseng fruits..."

With that said, there were two white jade cases, which appeared before those piled with dragon meat.

On a table, there are big and fresh peaches in full bloom.

The skin of these peaches has a coveted color.

The dim fruity fragrance escapes, and it is comfortable to smell.

On the other case table, there are many lovely baby-like fruits that look like pink jade.

The surface of these fruit entities is overflowing with a faint fairy air.

Wutian Buddha looked at it, but didn't take it.

He just sat down cross-legged, a black lotus platform, supporting his body from nothingness.

"Be courteous and ask for something!" Wutian Buddha didn't move his mouth, and his voice came from the squirming flesh and blood under his cheek: "Daoist friend, specially invited me here..."

"What do you want to say?"

The potbellied Buddha folded his hands together, said a sin, and then said: "Don't lie to the Buddha!"

"It is true that the Buddha was in this realm, and the Dharma that was faxed to him was both good and good..."

"Then..." Donglai Buddha looked at Wutian Buddha and said: "Poor monks are not talented, but thought that the Buddha might not have passed down the real seriousness, right?"

"Now it's circulated to the world, but only a few words on the Avenue of the Buddha..."

"Therefore, the poor monk is not talented, I beg the Buddha to pass down the truth!"

"Hehe!" Wutian Buddha's cheek twitched slightly, as if something was hatching under his skin.

In the lotus platform under his seat, one scripture one after another.

"Do you think about my truth?" He asked, and before waiting for the answer from the Eastern Buddha, he said to himself: "You are so courageous!"

"My Avenue, I'm afraid you can't bear it!"

His eyeballs were spinning three hundred and sixty degrees in his eye sockets.

On the skin of the body surface, black runes are looming.

These runes echoed each other.

A huge tentacle-like object, faintly, appeared behind him.

His shadow is reflected on the ground.

The shadowy shadows seem to have countless frantic and blasphemous Zen sounds, leading the world.

The whole Dusitian began to shake.

The fairy soil cracked, the clouds collapsed, and the palace was shaken.

Strips of deformed, inexplicable and general things travel within this time and beyond.

It was the Eastern Buddha who couldn't sit still for a while.

You can only utter a Buddha's horn and raise a golden bowl to protect yourself.

At this time, a Seven Treasure Tree appeared behind him.

Above the treasure tree, there are many brilliant colors, and within the seven kinds of merits, there is the sound of Sanskrit singing.

There is another phantom of the Tai Chi picture, reflecting the past and the future, fixing the water, wind and fire.

The two saints, separated by time and space, shot outside the endless whirling world.

As a result, all changes calmed down before a while.

After the Donglai Buddha declared his sins, he said: "The poor monks are so shallow that they make friends laugh!"

He knew how dangerous the situation just now was.

If one is not careful, I am afraid that this benevolent corpse will be contaminated by the supernatural powers of the Heavenless Buddha, forcibly enchanted, and become a disciple under the Buddha's seat.

Just like in the past years, this Buddha turned out to be unreasonably enlightened the entire Lingshan Diamond Arhats.

Fortunately, before he came, Mr. Zhunti had prepared a plan for him.

Fortunately, this place is Tusitatian.

Laojun's site!

Even if the old gentleman thought about inaction, he would not sit and watch him being enlightened in front of his face.

The Wutian Buddha's magical powers were offset by people, but he was not annoyed. The flesh and blood in the texture of his cheeks squirmed, and he made a voice: "Back then, the Tathagata child, who gave lectures for others, had to collect three buckets and three liters of rice gold..."

"My truth is passed to the four masters and apprentices, but I didn't get any money!"

"I'm really annoyed by this!"

"If fellow daoists want to ask me for truth..."

"It's better..."

"Let's have a gambling fight too!"

When the Eastern Buddha heard this, he immediately prayed: "Wish to listen to the decree of the Buddha!"

This is something he can't ask for.

Because of this cause and effect, one drink and one peck, there is a day of repayment.

If it's a gambling, it's much better.

It's nothing more than seeing ups and downs in the casino.

Both win and lose have to admit defeat!

All cause and effect are eliminated, not half-dust!

The end is excellent!

Wutian Buddha smiled happily. In the laughter, the tentacles reflected behind him cracked open, and countless monsters appeared in it.

"Look, fellow Daoist!" He waved his hand, and the immortal soil under his feet cracked, reflecting the scenery of the lower realm.

A slender girl, holding a dark unknown book, knelt down in front of a black lotus.

"This woman is destined to me!" Wutian Buddha said: "I have ordered her to go to Dongtu to recover the debts of the four masters and apprentices!"

"And what I want to bet with fellow daoists and others is whether this woman can go eastward successfully and collect debts smoothly?"

The Eastern Buddha listened and immediately thought deeply.

The four masters and apprentices are no longer what they used to be.

They have long been infested by the Dharma of the Wutian Buddha, and their magical powers are incredible.

In this world, there is almost no rival.

Even the little white dragon is now the Dragon of the Four Seas, with an indescribable body.

And that girl is just a mortal body.

I am afraid that any little demon can make her difficult to move, let alone the four masters and apprentices?

and so……

Can't you be charged?

but……

The Eastern Buddha looked at the Wutian Buddha in front of him, the power of the mysterious saint's thoughts.

He dare not bet.

After all, when planning for the Journey to the West, the two saints had laid out for a thousand years.

Now, how can this Wutian Buddha arbitrarily make his move?

But is the bet successful?

This Heavenless Buddha can tell him to lose now.

With a random finger, the girl would immediately fall to the ground.

The Eastern Buddha suddenly hesitated.

Because he found that no matter how he chose, he seemed to lose.

Suddenly heard the teacher's whisper in the ear: "You can make a bet with Wutian Daoyou!"

Two flying swords shot from outside the sky.

It is the two congenital killing and cutting tools left by Styx.

Yuantu and Abi.

The two swords of innate killing fell in front of the Donglai Buddha.

Donglai Buddha knew that this was a bet!

But not enough!

Therefore, there is another formation picture, falling from the sky.

Zhou Tian's stars are all in it.

It is the treasure of the Demon Race Heavenly Court in the past: Zhou Tian's star battle formation.

This is the bet of the Sanqing Saints!

In a trance, a voice of kindness and harmony came from Tusitianzhi.

"My concubine is here to make a bet!"

A vigorous divine clock also descended from the sky and fell in front of him.

It is the treasure of the demon race in the past: Donghuang Bell!

But the consciousness of the female snail empress also awakened briefly from the eternal sleep.

The Eastern Buddha was suddenly stressed!

Because all the saint teachers have already placed their bets.

And these saint teachers are all gone, which means that Teacher Hongjun has also acquiesced to this gambling fight.

In other words, all the pressure has come to him.

In case you choose the wrong one.

Then he became the target of public criticism.

All the saints are embarrassed and can't find the Wutian Buddha. They must take his breath away!

While thinking about it, Zhunti's teacher's words echoed in his ears: "You do whatever you want!"

"This gambling battle~www.ltnovel.com~ has nothing to do with you!"

"The will of the saint of the Supreme Avenue is here now!"

The Eastern Buddha suddenly awakened.

Yes it is!

He has a backer.

Could there be no Heavenless Buddha?

So, the Eastern Buddha put his heart at ease.

The saint's calculations are always unplanned.

and so……

He can really do whatever he wants.

Because his choice is actually the choice of the saint teachers!

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