Chapter 975

Ordinary people praying to Buddha was often very utilitarian. Gods and Buddhas were created because they were needed. Whether it was in the East or the West, the system of God's religion was the same.

Therefore, there was no Buddha in the world, and for the listeners, it was a very difficult thing for them to continue to maintain their original faith.

In the broadcast story world, even the Jade Emperor Buddha could be made into an NPC or a guardian boss. In such a situation, who could continue to maintain their original faith?

Faith came from reverence and mystery. Once these things were gone, it would be difficult to continue to form the so-called faith, and the system that it originally relied on would instantly collapse.

Therefore, a long time ago, the monk had chosen his own path. He cultivated Buddha, and at the same time, he cultivated himself. He worshipped Buddha, not to serve those illusory gods, but to serve himself.

It was also because of this that the monk had stepped over a thousand years to absorb all the grandmasters of the Azure Dragon Temple. It was because he felt that he was Buddha, and those grandmasters were his grandmasters in name, but in reality, he was the object of their faith. Letting them integrate into him was the best home for them.

After all..,

Being able to enter the Western Paradise and always be by the side of Buddha was the greatest honor and the most anticipated ending for a Buddhist monk. Therefore, the monk did not feel any psychological pressure when he deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors.

Even Fatso had started to become a "Heavenly Venerable" not long ago. He had simulated the so-called incarnation, and he was actually walking the path of the monk.

Now, because of Xu Fu, the monk had lost his previous life. However, only by giving up could he gain. Without the shackles of his previous life, he would be even purer, just like how the First Emperor had created the "Emperor". If he wanted to be, he would be the first person in history.

Some people worshiped Buddha..,

But it was an opportunity..,

Just like Jiang Taigong's "Those who are willing to take the bait", the opportunity had come, and everything would come naturally.

The monk used his own blood essence to cultivate flowers and trees, not because he had given up on himself, but because he had let go and abandoned his obsession. Only then could he truly achieve himself. As for how much he could take after giving up so much, it all depended on his luck.

In the end, the monk was still "Hurt" by Xu Fu that time. Otherwise, he could have guaranteed to get more and obtain more. The current him was only to prove his Dao. He no longer had the absolute goal of suppressing himself to advance to a high-level listener.

Of course..,

To be able to successfully prove his Dao under Xu Fu's "care" was enough for the monk to be proud. After all, there was only one rich old man, and there was only one special case like Su Bai. The former was the son of the plane, and the latter was the most deserving second generation in the world. The monk could only rise from the grassroots. Of course, the difficulty was different.

The two old men bowed in front of the temple and then walked into the temple. The old woman was holding incense and candles in her.

At this moment, Fatty tactfully changed the layout of the small temple so that when the two elders entered, they could only see the temple with Buddha statues. Otherwise, when they entered, they would discover a hodgepodge of Buddhism, Tantric Buddhism, and Taoism, which would not be good.

This could be considered as pushing the boat along with the current. Fatty was already used to being hit, so it didn't matter anymore. He was also able to accept it.

The two old men knelt down in front of the Buddha statue. They were devout Buddhists and began to recite some scriptures, asking for Buddha's blessing.

They were devout Buddhists. They began to recite some scriptures, asking for Buddha's blessings. Then, the two old men fell asleep and were sent down the mountain by the Buddha Dharma.

The Buddha statue that the two old men were kneeling in front of slowly became clear. Finally, it turned into the appearance of Qilü.

Lord Zeng stood by the door frame with a hatchet in his hand. Fatso came to the entrance of the temple with the little fellow in his arms, waiting to see the monk ascend.

The little fellow was very excited about the golden light in front of him. He clapped his hands from time to time.

However …

The expected earth-shattering momentum did not appear.

Things were going in a way that was all bark and no bite.

Not to mention compared to the last time Su Bai proved his Dao, it could not even compare to the aura emitted by those who proved their Dao recently.

Fatso even wondered if the monk's aura could get out of Sichuan.

The brilliance began to converge at this moment.

Everything began to return to normal.

The monk put his palms together.

His expression was warm.

He chanted,

"Amitabha."

For a moment, a red dot of light flickered in front of his forehead.

The golden body was formed.

The Buddha's body was formed again.

There was no vigorous excitement. Everything was just a gentle and quiet flow of water.

It was as if all the dust had been washed away. What was left was nothing more than a formality, a formality. The monk had never cared about this.

It was as if he had drunk a cup of tea. This Dao was proven. It was a little casual and a little too casual.

After a long time of foreplay, it was as if the Dao had really come out.

The monk slowly walked down.

His temperament was ethereal. He did not seem to be any different from before.

"I've really lost out on this Dao trial." Fatso smacked his lips. "Look at how Da Bai proved his Dao, and look at how you proved your Dao this time. You've even been admitted to university. In the end, the second generation is still more extravagant at the teacher appreciation banquet."

The monk did not mind. He smiled and said, "It's a pleasant surprise to be able to prove the Dao. There's no need to force the rest."

"Are you really not asking for it or are you pretending not to?" Lord Zeng suddenly asked. "You're forcing me to prove my Dao with the devil."

Fatso was stunned for a moment. He felt that there was a hidden meaning in their words. However, even with Fatso's intelligence, he could not figure out what was going on. After all, he was not a Buddhist.

"Do you feel wronged?" The monk looked at Lord Zeng.

"Disdain." Lord Zeng seemed a little cold. "There are few true Buddhas in the world, but everyone has a devil in their heart. Actually, it's more convenient for me. Besides, it's all thanks to your reminder. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of that."

"Stop talking in riddles. Tell me." Fatso shook his head and came over.

"Amitabha. The Poor Monk was also reminded by Fatso. He disguised himself as a Dao Lord and absorbed the destiny of Taoism into his body to refine the incense. The Poor Monk is doing the same now. He proved his Dao in the most ordinary way and obtained the purest version of himself. Then, he traveled around the world and went to various temples and ancient temples to collect their incense and faith into his body to achieve true freedom. "

"Motherf * cker, isn't this a robbery?" Fatso finally understood. There were very few ancient temples and temples in this world that were truly connected to Buddhism. Most of them were profit-making institutions that had been seriously eroded by commercialization. However, the monk did not intend to let them go. He intended to clean them up completely. He was a Buddha and an ancestor. This had nothing to do with time and birth. Now that he was a Buddha, those things related to Buddha were his. Hence, he went to pick things up instead of stealing.

As for what Lord Zeng said, his was gone. It meant that after the monk was done picking up, Lord Zeng, who had just proved his Dao later, would have nothing left. He could only prove his Dao with the devil. At that time, he could even plunder some devils into his body.

Both of them looked like eminent monks, but the things they did were more overbearing than the other. They were more like bandits than bandits.

"There's no time to lose. Poor Monk, go pack your luggage and leave tonight. Da Bai should be back in the afternoon. I'll bid farewell to him then." The monk went to his room.

Lord Zeng shook his head. He did not know how it felt to have his share taken away by the monk. Perhaps, what he said about proving his Dao with the devil was more of an expression of helplessness. But it could not be helped. There were only so many things and it was not enough for two people to share. Hence, it was better to help one person first.

Fatso returned to the room with the little fellow in his arms. The little fellow was reading a comic book while Fatso was in a daze.

Da Bai had proved his Dao, the monk had also proved his Dao, and Lord Zeng was probably going to prove his Dao soon. "Damn, I'm the only one left. I have to hurry up."

Suddenly, Fatso seemed to have thought of something. He remembered that several times, the things touched by the little fellow eventually became Da Bai's opportunities. It was the same with the Ruyi Jade last time.

"Eh, this little fellow has a lot of secrets. Even if it can't fight and doesn't seem to have any strength, but if it's used well …"

Fatso shook his head again. "No, I have to wait for Da Bai to come back and discuss it with Da Bai. Moreover, this is not the past. At that time, I could still steal the little fellow to hand in the task. Now, with the relationship between me and the little fellow, I really can't let Fatso take advantage of her."

"I'll wait for Da Bai to come back and discuss it with the child's father."

"Are you still reading comics?" Fatso came over. At this time, he felt that it was necessary to deepen his relationship with Su Yuxuan. In the past, Da Bai had taken advantage of him. As the godfather, he hoped that he could share some of the meat soup with him.

The little fellow was lying on the carpet. In front of him was a hardcover edition of the Journey to the West comic. This thing was quite expensive, but Fatso was willing to spend it. After all, he only had one godson.

"Papa …"

The little fellow stretched out his hand and pointed at Sun Wukong in the illustration.

"Hahaha …" Fatso laughed out loud. "Sure, sure. Your father is a Sun Wukong. It's very, very iconic. A monkey popped out of a stone and is a perfect match for your father. He has no father or mother."

Fatso smiled unkindly at the side.

Then, the little fellow pointed at Tang Seng. Then, the little fellow put his hands together and made a gesture.

"Are you talking about Uncle Monk?" Fatso nodded. "He really looks like him. He likes to talk about principles in a serious manner. He is also scheming and manipulating his own disciple to serve him. Not bad, not bad."

Then, the little fellow pointed at Monk Sha and made a gesture of waving his knife.

"This is your Uncle Buddha. He's a taciturn man. He's a perfect match …"

Fatso suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

Holy sh * t.

Three of the master and disciples returned to their positions.

Then, he was left with …

Fatso immediately picked up the little fellow.

"Be good. Uncle Fatty will take you to eat ice cream. Let's not read this comic for now. We'll read it later. We'll read it later."