I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon - Chapter 546
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, with 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 being famous because that would delay He plays games and writes.
Thinking of it, Ling Ping’an sighed: “Not many manuscripts…not many!”
He saved tens of thousands of words before he came, and he has almost used it 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.
“Maitreya seat at the next hearing by the sweep monks, one hundred worship obeisance, no day Buddha Law drive!”
“Buddha kindly invited participants Tusita days!”
Listening to milk and milk sound of gas novices words.
Lingping smiled: “I’m starting to dream about the plot of the book I’ve written 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.
It’s a pity…
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, who looked extremely compassionate, stood up from the futon with a smile, folded his hands together, and said, “Poor monks come from the east, I have seen fellow daoists!”
At this moment, the spirit seemed peaceful. I felt 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 nameless 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 Buddha, could persist until now, otherwise she would have been exhausted and fell into the mouth of the crow spirit.
“Wutian Buddha is merciful!”
“The disciples are lonely and capable… I am ashamed!”
“But please let the Buddha put it down, the disciples will cross this danger anyway, continue to move forward, find the four masters
and apprentices, and convey your decree!” The four masters and apprentices owe the Buddha’s true scriptures and dharma, but there is no Pay money.
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 squeezed into flesh and blood.
Mei Qing watched and immediately knelt down: “Disciple Mei Qing, I will worship my Buddha again!”
“Thank you for my grace!” In
the black lotus transformed by the aura, a black-haired and black-robed Buddha phantom slowly appeared. , It is the Wutian Buddha.
So he listened to the Buddha slowly saying: “Wait for a while!”
“No!” Mei Qing bowed first.
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Tuzita, the Buddha from the East, has also noticed the actions of the Wutian Buddha.
He pinched the flower and smiled: “Buddha is in this realm, does he have a predestined person?” The
black-haired and black-robed Wutian 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 chuckled, and he was very compassionate: “Amitabha!”
He said: “The poor monk admires the Buddha’s way, so he is embarrassed. The invitation does not mean that the Buddha does not mean to the poor monk. If it is true, the poor
monk feels 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 all kinds of rhyme flowing.
“These are the flesh of the heavenly dragon!”
“In the dragon pond of Lingshan, the heavenly dragon is nurtured!”
“The Buddha has tasted the flesh and blood of this generation in the past, and he has praised it. The poor monks are not talented, and carefully selected for the Buddha Three heavenly dragons of the true celestial rank were used to prepare for the Buddha’s needs!” Donglai Buddha introduced with a light smile.
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 Heavenless Buddha?”
Considering that this is a dream, he didn’t think much.
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 the Taoist Yuanzi in Wuzhuang Guanzhen. I got six ginseng fruits…” As he
said, there were two white jade cases, appearing 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 you must ask for something!” Wutian Buddha did not move his mouth, and his voice came from the squirming flesh and blood under his cheek: “Tonglai Daoist, specially invited me here…”
“What on earth do you want to say? “
The Buddha with a big belly put his hands together and said a sin, then said: “Don’t dare to hide from the Buddha!”
“It is the Buddha in this realm, and the dharma sent by the Buddha is good and good…”
“Then…” The Donglai Buddha looked at Wutian Buddha and said: “Poor monks are not talented, but think that the Buddha probably has not passed down the real seriousness?”
“Now it is passed down to the world, but there are only a few words on the road of the Buddha… …”
“Therefore, the poor monk is not talented, I implore the Buddha to pass down the scriptures!”
“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 want to know my truth?” He asked, and before waiting for the answer from the Eastern Buddha, he said to himself: “You are so courageous!”
“My way, 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, the splendor is endless, 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 land, 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 Eastern Buddha declared his sins, he said, “The poor monks are so shallow that they make fellow Daoists laugh!”
He knew how dangerous his situation was just now.
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 supernatural powers of the Wutian Buddha were counteracted by people, but they were not annoyed. The flesh and blood in the texture of the cheeks squirmed and made a voice: “Back then, the Tathagata child, who taught the scriptures for others, still had to collect three buckets and three liters of rice gold…”
“I The truth and truth of the truth, passed to the four masters and apprentices, but did not get a penny!”
“This matter, I am really annoyed!”
“If the daoist wants to ask me for the truth…”
“It’s better…”
“Also Let’s have a gambling battle!” The Donglai
Buddha heard it, and immediately prayed: “I would like 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!” With a wave of his hand, the immortal soil under his feet split, 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 it is this woman I want to bet with fellow daoists and others. Can the eastward journey be successful and the debt can be collected smoothly?” The Donglai
Buddha listened and immediately pondered.
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?
So…
can’t you be detained?
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.
In the ear, the teacher whispered suddenly: “You and Wutian Daoist friends, let’s take a bet!” 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.
“The concubine body also comes 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 again in his ears: “You do whatever you want!”
“This gambling fight has nothing to do with you!”
“The will of the sage of the Supreme Avenue is here now!”
Donglai 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.
So…
he can really do whatever he wants.
Because his choice is actually the choice of the saint teachers!