If a person had six arms, then he would definitely be regarded as a demon. But if a Buddha had six arms, then it would be called a Buddha's hand. In any case, no matter how many heads, limbs, or eyes an Immortal or Buddha had, they would be recognized by others. The premise was that the Immortal or Buddha had to be slightly different from mortals.
Six arms naturally meant that he could hold six different weapons. Moreover, this fellow was a few times bigger than the Indian mortals. There was even a Buddha's light on his body. No matter how one looked at it, it was an Immortal or Buddha from the Buddhist Kingdom. This point seemed to be unquestionable. At least from the appearance, it made people unable to doubt it.
But to Qin Lang, be it Immortals or Buddhas, they were just otherworldly creatures. The only difference was the difference in strength.
To regard otherworldly creatures as one's savior was originally a very ridiculous thing. It was even a little sad.
Think about it, in the post-apocalyptic world, even Immortals were in danger. Who would have the time to be a savior?
The only one who could save you was yourself.
This fellow with six arms blocked Qin Lang's path and looked down at Qin Lang from above. "Lowly creature, kneel down and repent when you see me!"
Qin Lang had yet to kneel down, but those Indian monks had already knelt down and kowtowed one by one. The scene was simply shocking.
"Looks like you Buddha Realm emissaries have been brainwashed very successfully." Qin Lang smiled faintly. "But in my eyes, you're just a Buddha Realm creature. That's all! Although I don't know what you Buddha Realm creatures are doing here, I'll give you a clear path. Don't provoke me! "
So what if it was Immortal or Buddha?
Currently, Qin Lang's Martial God Dao had already reached a higher level. Since he had his own comprehension of the Martial God Dao, then Qin Lang naturally wouldn't be controlled by other cultivation paths. No matter if it was the Immortal Dao or God Dao, it was impossible for them to be above Qin Lang's own path.
"Since you know that I'm the emissary of the Buddha Realm, then why aren't you kneeling down and converting? Perhaps you still don't know the purpose of my Buddha Realm. I might as well remind you again. Believe in Buddha, don't fall into samsara and don't enter hell. Those who go against Buddha's will will suffer for eternity! "
"Those who submit to me shall prosper, and those who oppose me shall perish?" Qin Lang laughed with disdain. "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in the teachings of your Buddha Realm. Besides, even our Hua Xia's Buddhism Sect is not interested in your teachings, let alone me. Save your saliva. You should believe me. The doctrine of your Buddhist world has no future in Hua Xia, and the doctrine of any religion has no advantage in Hua Xia. I think you should listen to my advice and continue to stay in India. This is a natural place for you to 'raise pigs'. The world of Hua Xia is a world of dragons. Dragons are not suitable to be kept in captivity. "
"So you refuse my invitation?" The six-armed being from the Buddha Dimension said, "Once you refuse my request, then it means that your disciple will definitely fall into hell and suffer for eternity!"
"I'm sorry, but your threat is useless against me." Qin Lang saw a beam of divine light shoot out from the Indian Thousand-Story Pagoda. It then stopped beside Qin Lang, and Young Monk Dan Ling's voice rang out. "Boss, it's done. I've brought Lady Aishvaya back."
Although the Thousand-story Pagoda of the Indian Buddhist Kingdom was a Buddhist item left behind by the Buddhist Realm, and could be considered as the center and source of power of the Indian Buddhist Kingdom, the pagoda could not trap the Heaven Stairway artifact. Therefore, the little monk Elixir Spirit easily succeeded and rescued Aishvaya.
As soon as Young Monk Dan Ling said that, Aishvaya walked out of the void and appeared beside Qin Lang. Seeing Qin Lang appear, the little girl had an expression of gratitude and fear, and hurriedly explained, "Master, I … I couldn't bear to see my brethren being deceived by these fellows, so I … I slipped out myself …"
"These people from the Indian Buddhist Nation are your brethren, but isn't Master? Isn't your Mistress? Leaving that aside, did you succeed in helping your brethren? Are they grateful to you? "Qin Lang asked Aishvaya calmly, seemingly not angry.
"Master … They wouldn't listen to my explanation at all, and would rather be enslaved by these otherworld beings from the Buddha Realm. They even denounced me, saying that I'm a heretic, and wanted to burn me with Buddhist light …" Aishvaya said pitifully.
"Serves you right!" Qin Lang angrily rebuked Aishvaya. "This is called meddling in other people's business. You think they're in dire straits, but they're actually enjoying it. You treat them as your brethren, but they see you as a heretic. How about it, have you thought it through? If not, I'll send you back to the pagoda, and come back to pick you up once you've thought it through. "
Qin Lang only cared about teaching Aishvaya a lesson, and seemed to have completely ignored the six-armed being from the Buddha Realm. In any case, he was an emissary of the Buddha Realm, and in the Indian Buddhist Nation, he was the supreme spokesperson of the Buddha Realm. Yet, Qin Lang ignored his existence, so how could he get out of this situation?
"How dare you! How dare you behave atrociously in my Indian Buddhist Nation, and even offend me, you deserve to die a thousand times over! " By then, there were a few more people beside the six-armed being. These were the original practitioners of the Indian Buddhist Nation, and regardless of whether they were once believers of Buddhism, they were believers now. Heretics who did not believe in the Buddha Realm naturally became historical trash.
A large group of Indians surrounded Qin Lang and Aishvaya. There were two more six-armed beings, and one of them had an extra eye on his forehead.
Aishvaya also seemed to ignore the presence of others, and continued speaking to Qin Lang. "Master, I was wrong. I was really meddling in other people's business this time. From now on, I'm no longer some Indian, I'm just your disciple. "
"Mm, it's a great thing to know one's mistakes and mend them. Alright, since you've thought it through, this trip was worth it. Once you've thought it through, let's go back. "Qin Lang said to Aishvaya, preparing to leave.
"Stop right there! This is the Indian Buddhist Nation. Do you think you can leave just like that after offending me? "A middle-aged Indian monk blocked Qin Lang's path, and questioned Qin Lang fiercely.
"I come and go as I please. I don't have to consider your feelings." Qin Lang sneered and walked over.
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