I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 485

Ling Ping looks at the people around him suspiciously.

Everyone seemed to be looking at him with some fear.

“What’s the situation?” He didn’t quite understand.

“I didn’t do anything!”

He looked at the traffic that fell to the ground and seemed to be confused.

Then he looked around, one by one looking at him, even the atmosphere dare not out of the people.

“Am I terrible?” He looked at a young man who seemed to be holding a mobile phone and was preparing to take a picture, but was frozen in place and did not dare to move.

“No…” The young man showed a smile more ugly than crying: “the master is solemn and merciful…”

“How can I be afraid?”

“Master?” Ling Ping An was a little confused: “is the treasure solemn? How compassionate is it? ”

He looked at the man.

It doesn’t feel right.

Ridicule me?

But I didn’t do anything!

I’m innocent.

So ling Ping’an stepped forward and looked at the man: “friend, you can’t talk nonsense!”

He pointed to the guy who fell in that place: “this man fell on the ground himself!”

“I can’t be innocent!”

“Be a man of conscience!”

“Yes, yes The other side and chicken peck rice general nod: “Master said right!”

“Who is the master?” Ling Ping’an was not happy: “are you scolding me?”

“I dare not!” The other side seems to be very afraid, legs and stomach cramps, his face features are going to gather together, he carefully tested: “Bodhisattva compassion?”

This

The curse is more fierce!

The corner of his peaceful eyes glanced at the others.

There are probably hundreds of people in this exhibition hall.

But everyone was looking at him, looking scared.

The young man in front of him was frightened.

He cried out: “my Buddha is merciful!”

He put his hands together to worship.

This

Ling Ping An sighed.

No such swearing.

I’m a good citizen. I’m law-abiding!

Growing up, he never broke the law.

Even when you cross the road, you only walk on the sidewalk.

How can I be a criminal?

But he looked at the traffic which was on the ground, fell heavily and didn’t get up until now.

Look at the people around.

They are all well-dressed.

So

They misunderstood me as a vicious criminal?

These three people become tigers

What to do?

But Lingping will not know what image he is in other people’s eyes?

Now, on the marble floor of this pavilion.

Black lotus blossoms, just like the floor projection technology in those TV parties, are blooming vividly.

On each black lotus, it seemed that there was a monk with black hair and black robe, who could not see clearly.

The monk knocked on the wooden fish.

Dudududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududu!

The sound of wooden fish reverberates in people’s hearts.

Vaguely, there is a strange and terrible sound of Sanskrit singing, accompanied by the sound of wooden fish.

“Namo Amitabha…”

“Namo Amitabha!”

“Namo Amitabha!”

Sanskrit chanting is solemn and sacred, just like Buddha chanting and Buddha praising.

What’s more, each piece of Buddhist treasure sways in the heart, scattering the solemn and sacred.

However, all of these are combined.

This should be a solemn, holy and solemn chant.

But it’s strange as if the evil Buddha from the six ways of hell is reading the Scriptures blaspheming all Buddhas.

As the legend of the devil Bosten said to the Buddha.

“When it comes to the end of Dharma, my sons and grandchildren will wear your cassock, destroy your Dharma, and practice the way of demons in the name of Buddha!”

People were trembling and trembling.

In this atmosphere of extreme evil and terror, who dares to sit down?

To be wise and to protect oneself is the way to go.

So, hundreds of people looked at the man who stepped on the Black Lotus, and his plain face showed incomparable arrogance, indifference and evil.

His eyes were as if they had been stained with ink.

Dark and deep.

So, people can’t help swallowing.

“My Buddha is merciful!” All praise.

In front of such evil and strange people, you’d better pretend to be your grandson.

I didn’t see that just now, when someone called me master, they were not happy. They were not happy when they called Bodhisattva, until they called out “my Buddha is merciful.”.Did this strange young man finally feel relieved and show a look of “a child can be taught”?

A man can bend and stretch.

A cry of “my Buddha’s mercy” won’t lose two pieces of meat.

But it’s bitter and the spirit is safe.

He listened to hundreds of compliments.

“My Buddha is merciful!”

He felt puzzled.

I don’t understand the brain circuits of these people at all.

He’s not a stick or a monk!

How can I be merciful?

It’s just

In the praise of “my Buddha is merciful”, the idea of spiritual peace gradually deviates.

………………

Zhang Hui looks at the monitoring.

His eyes did not dare to move.

Black lotus blossoms on the floor of the exhibition hall in the corner of Taizu Memorial Hall.

Monks with black hair and black robes were sitting in the lotus.

I can’t see the shape clearly, and I don’t know the details.

All I know is that they are knocking on the wooden fish in front of them.

Although he could not hear the sound of the scene, he could imagine how scared the people at the scene were now.

“Can he even join in the Buddhist world?”

Zhang Hui thought.

Before that, the huge bronze and gold man was shocking enough.

Now, there is a black haired and black robed Buddhist master!

It is estimated from past experience that the power of black hair and black robe is only a part of him, or a vest that has been used!

“Black hair, black robe?”

Zhang Hui suddenly thought of something.

immediately turned around and worked at the computer beside him, and finally sent out a report.

The index part of the scheme.

He looked at the profile.

“Buddha without heaven!” Zhang Hui took a deep breath.

“It turns out that he has already written us a story about his own separation.”

Wutian Buddha is a novel that he once wrote.

It belongs to the black journey to the West.

However, in two or three hundred thousand words, it tells the story of a man named “Buddha without heaven” who, during his journey to the west, made all Buddhas fall together and the sun and the moon disappear.

Originally, Zhang Hui did not care.

After all, today, let alone Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

Even arhat King Kong didn’t wake up.

In the past two hundred years, only a few Buddhist eminent monks in the whole world have been able to cultivate the fruit of Siraitia grosvenorii.

Therefore, the person in charge of the defamation plan just looked at the book in a hurry and left it aside.

Who knows

This ignored, actually hidden such a key information!

Buddha without heaven!

The book completely subverts the plot of the journey to the west, and makes all Buddhas fall together.

Actually appeared in reality.

It also means – the book is about what really happened.

He puts facts before people.

But people turn a blind eye.

Zhang Huiqing shook her head gently.

“Human…”

“Always bound by one’s own inherent cognition!”

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