Chapter 49 Put down the carnival
“The details are in place!” Ling Ping raised his head and looked at the monster that suddenly emerged from the ground!
can’t help but give the game maker a thumbs up!
“If the game makers in the Federation have such a level… Why can’t I get money from my pocket!” He sighed.
Unfortunately, this nightmare legend does not seem to have a recharge channel.
This is a pity.
“Foreigner!” One of the huge Hydra’s head hung down, and a figure hidden in the shadow said: “Get out of here! Otherwise…I don’t mind, let my laboratory have one more experiment!”
“Npc can actually talk?” Lingping was taken aback: “Is it a cutscene? Doesn’t it look like?”
He quickly contacted the official to get an answer: The Nightmare Legend game uses the latest artificial intelligence algorithm to realize the intelligence and personification of the game character, and can interact with the player. The player’s behavior and choices may also affect the npc!
“Gan!” Lingping couldn’t help but said in his heart: “Is there such an advanced one?”
But thinking about it carefully, it seems that the Federal Empire may indeed have such technological strength!
Because of the previous federal centers, I have always been most willing to spend money on education and scientific research.
In the annual budget, education and scientific research expenditures are items that are said to be ‘not allowed to cut a dime’.
Even in an economic crisis, the federal center would rather lay off military expenditures and cut royal expenditures, rather than dare to spend a dime on education and scientific research.
Because who moved, who stepped down!
Thinking like this, Lingping no longer doubted.
“A little boss dare to speak loudly!” He sneered in his heart.
But in order to maintain his image and fit the culture and tradition of this game, his face is still as plain as water.
just hit the chief inspector, and said, “Amitabha, the donor has taken a look!”
While spoke, he had quietly consumed 20,000 Nightmare Points to light up the new skills in the skill bar.
And the nightmare points he finally earned were reduced to single digits in an instant.
“I will use you to sacrifice the flag!” Lingping thought, and continued to move forward.
The whole person is dignified, compassionate and holy.
As he progressed, golden lotus blossoms bloomed from under his feet.
Wherever went, those dead souls that were smashed to pieces and squashed were covered by this sacred lotus.
Flowers made up of buddha lights fall from the sky.
Ling Ping sang a promise in a soft voice: “Amitabha, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha! Goodness! Goodness!”
So, one by one, twisted and painful black shadows floated from the bones.
They roared and struggled in pain.
Finally, in the golden lotus and Buddha’s light, the black mist on his body was washed away a little bit.
The pain and resentment gradually dissipated.
Their distorted figures gradually returned to normal.
Then, these soul bodies suddenly understood something, looked towards the peace of the spirit collectively, and sang the promise: “My Buddha is merciful, save all living beings, put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha!”
In the beginning, only these soul bodies were singing.
But, slowly, amidst their singing, the underground stones popped out piece by piece.
opened a stone mouth and began to speak: “Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!”
Then, weeds and wildflowers on the ground.
Their stems and leaves and flower bones also opened their mouths, chanting holy and piously: “Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha!”
Finally, even the clouds in the sky seemed to have a long mouth: “Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha!”
………………………………
Chu slightly widened his eyes and watched, the burly figure of the senior monk, like King Kong Ming, stepping forward.
A blossoming golden lotus bloomed from under his feet.
“This is…” Chu slightly swallowed, “At least the living monk of the Arhat status!”
Chu Weiwei once heard her elders talk about it. Fifty years ago, when the Jinguang Master of Mount Emei was alive, he gathered believers and monks to teach the Fa.
Master walked along the tiger’s step, stepped on the golden lotus, and when he taught the Fa, the sky fell in disorder, the smell was diffused, and it was intoxicating. The body and mind were relaxed, all illnesses were eliminated, and Shen Ke was relieved.
It’s a pity that even those great monks and great virtues have a life limit.
On his 108-year-old birthday, Grand Master Jin Guang suddenly summoned his disciples to explain the funeral, and then passed away with a smile.
Since the Golden Light Master, there is no monk with the status of Arhats in the world.
And now, before her eyes, she saw with her own eyes and saw a living Luohan.
Chu Weiwei’s heart couldn’t help but pounding.
But she soon found out that she was wrong.
Because, this senior monk is far more than Luo Han Guo.
I heard him chant in a soft voice: “Amitabha, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha! Goodness! Goodness!”
Pieces of golden lotus bloom.
Flowering smallpox fell from the sky.
One by one, twisted dead souls were released from their corpses.
Then, they were washed away by the Buddha’s light of resentment, pain, and unrest.
also washed away the evil methods that controlled them.
So, these souls put their hands together and chanted the Buddha’s words: “Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha!”
sing along with them.
The stones and flowers on the ground, and the clouds in the sky, all seem to give birth to wisdom: “Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha!”
An endless stream of Buddhist chants.
came from the air, from the earth, chanted by people, chanted by the soul, and chanted by flowers and trees.
The whole world seems to have joined this grand sacred chorus.
“Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away!”
In this sacred Sanskrit singing, Chu Weiwei felt that his body and mind had been baptized.
The exhaustion and fear of this strange nightmare world dissipated little by little.
“One word is the law of heaven and earth!”
“This is the cultivation level that the living Buddha can only have!” Chu Weiwei was shocked.
But the person in the shadow of Hydra has another feeling.
“Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away!”
The endless Sanskrit singing is like a bone gangrene.
not only got into his mind, but also got into his soul.
shook his mind, corrupted his determination, and even modified his thoughts.
immersed him in memories of the past.
immersed him in the years when he was weak.
In a trance, he suddenly gave birth to a kind of ‘I’m really sinful, I should go to the Bodhisattva to repent and ask for forgiveness! ’The idea.
Fortunately, he is determined.
At the moment this thought occurred, he bit his tongue suddenly.
So, he woke up immediately.
broke free from that Sanskrit singing.
but……
Although he can break free.
However, his mount, the Hydra given by the owner, obviously does not have such a firm will and strong determination.
Click click!
The nine heads of the huge nine-headed monster hung down one after another.
Its huge body like a hill, knelt down.
On the nine decomposed heads with maggots, tears flowed out of the ulcerated eye sockets just like people.
Frame frame!
Hydra kowtow frantically.
Nine huge heads, knocking their heads rhythmically.
The kowtow sound seemed to say: “May the gods and monks be merciful, pray the gods and monks be merciful, ask the gods and monks to save me! May the gods and monks save me!”
Seeing this scene, the necromancer behind Hydra finally collapsed.
He did not dare to face the weird and powerful monk again.
Dang even turned around and ran wildly towards the castle on the cliff in the distance.