"Variety show?"
Ling Ping'an recalled the few variety shows that he had seen that specialized in pranking passers-by.
He frowned slightly, a little unhappy.
Because if it was a variety show, it would be too much.
This was something that could be complained about.
It was a public place, a solemn place like the Taizu Memorial Hall.
Messing around in a variety show, did they want to be banned?
Or do you want to be condemned by the masses?
One must know that the Founding Ancestor Memorial Hall was a sacred place in the hearts of many people.
Especially the Shang tribes of the North Zhou Dynasty. Everyone worshipped Emperor Taizu and saw him as their savior.
Great Ancestor was indeed their savior.
Therefore, if the people of the North Zhou Dynasty found out that he was messing around in the Taizu Memorial Hall …
That would make me explode.
The Beizhou Kingdom was a large country with a population of 300 to 400 million.
The economy of the Federal Empire was second only to that of the mainland.
Not only that, but he also had a large militia.
These 'militias' even had heavy strategic bombers.
There were even two aircraft carrier battle groups.
It was said that the Federal Empire's strategic missile forces had also deployed more than a dozen brigades in Beizhou.
If he was forced into a corner, the other party would really dare to 'rescue the Emperor' and 'purge the Emperor's side'.
A mere variety television station?
The other party could kill him with a single finger.
They did not even have to wait for the Beizhou people to curse.
The people of the Imperial Capital could tear apart those guys who were messing around in the Taizu Memorial Hall.
Therefore …
It was unlikely to be a TV variety show.
Could it be a program organized by the royal family?
It was possible, but unlikely.
Ling Ping'an thought about this.
However, the thoughts in his heart were in turmoil.
"Why do you care about these trivial matters?"
He faintly had such a thought.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, he gradually became indifferent.
What was the point of thinking so much?
He had always been like this.
Counter soldiers with arms and water with earth.
Everything will work out when it comes to it.
He had always been too lazy to think too much about the things around him.
It had always been like this.
In any case, one person could fill his stomach and the whole family would not starve.
Everything was fine as long as he was comfortable.
Therefore, he gradually stopped thinking about what was going on.
He looked at the crowd around him, who were solemnly and devoutly worshipping him.
Regardless of whether they were men or women, old or young, they all put their palms together.
"Buddha is merciful!"
"Buddha is merciful!"
He laughed.
"Alright … It doesn't matter if it's a spoof or a variety show!"
"You want to see me make a fool of myself?"
"Dream on!"
As for other possibilities?
It was not within his consideration at all.
"What Buddha!" Ling Ping'an said righteously, "What God and Buddha?"
As he spoke, he searched for the position of the camera.
However, when people saw him speak, they all revealed incomparably joyful and brilliant smiles.
"Buddha is right!" They said in unison, "How can there be gods and Buddhas in this world?"
"If there is, then it must be a fake Buddha!"
Fine!
Why did it sound like he was being ridiculed?
Also, the tone was not right.
Are you like materialists who believe that there are no gods or Buddhas?
Ling Ping'an looked at these people and inexplicably thought of the believers who went to the temple to offer incense when he was young.
It was the same expression.
He murmured, "Bodhisattva bless me, Immortals bless me …"
There were prayer beads coiled in his hands.
However, he did not know that in the eyes of these people, his expression was as indifferent as an iceberg.
The words that came out of his mouth were even more irresistible.
"What do you mean by Buddha?" The Buddha\'s tone was full of blame, just like a teacher in a school who was hating the bad students for failing to meet his expectations.
"How can there be gods and Buddhas in this world?!"
The Buddha\'s nostrils trembled slightly.
On his solemn face, the black Buddha light flowed with a holy and holy color.
And on the floor, the monks sitting on the black lotuses and knocking on the wooden fish also changed the sound they made.
"Put down the butcher\'s knife and become a Buddha on the spot..."
"Put down the obsession and the five skandhas are all empty..."
Then, the two Sanskrit chants mixed together, one high and one low, one low and one high, echoing and merging with each other.
"Put down the butcher\'s knife (put down the obsession) and become a Buddha on the spot (the five skandhas are all empty)!"
It seemed to be the scripture of the fake Buddha, Great Freedom and Great Liberation.
In fact, every word was ridiculing and disdainful of the fake Buddha.
Thus, everyone understood.
The Buddha was enlightening all living beings.
All living beings were suffering, so they had to find joy in suffering.
The human world was not worth it, so they were even more worth it.
What were gods and Buddhas?
Believe in yourself, everyone is a Buddha, everyone is a God.
Only those who don\'t believe in themselves, those weak, stupid, and weak guys, have to worship those clay statues and weak Buddhas.
The real strong ones.
Grab the throat of fate and control their own lives.
Break the stubborn stone to see Wukong?
Wrong!
I condense the stubborn stone into gold.
Thus, I can mend the heavens and settle down!
Thus, from then on, I jumped out of the three realms and not in the five elements!
That was the real great freedom, that was the real great liberation!
Unfortunately, he was too stupid, like a rotten wood.
He could only trouble the Buddha to personally enlighten him.
This grand path finally appeared in front of him.
"My Buddha..." the young man who wanted to take a photo with his mobile phone at first asked with great enthusiasm, "May I be so bold as to ask the Buddha to bestow an honorable name..."
As he said that, he wanted to kneel down and worship.
But there was a force that did not allow him to do so.
Vaguely, he sensed that this was the rule of the Buddha.
Everyone was a Buddha, everyone for themselves, and everyone kept to themselves.
The Buddha was only a pioneer on the path of exploring the truth and wisdom.
Therefore, there was no need to kneel down, worship, and there was no need for the fake Buddha\'s golden body or incense.
As for what the fake Buddha said, he felt that it was not worth it to receive six buckets and six liters of rice and gold for someone to recite a sutra and play tricks on them.
The true Buddha was disdainful.
Because the true Buddha did not pluck a hair to benefit the world, and did not take anything from the world.
He was a pioneer on the path of true liberation and freedom.
For the true Buddha, he stuck to his own thoughts, did what he should do, lived in the present, lived in this life, and had this life, that was everything!
I like my strengths.
I also like my weaknesses.
Thinking of this, the young man saw the\ 'Buddha\' reveal a bright smile of relief, as if he was a teachable child.
He heard the Buddha say softly, "Me?"
The corner of his mouth revealed an extremely mocking smile.
It was as if it was mocking the world, and also pity for the stupid and ignorant people.
The people are stupid, how can they understand the Great Dao?
The people are weak, so they are deceived by others.
He heard the Buddha say solemnly, "I am Wutian!"
"Wutian Buddha!"
He smiled.
His face was solemn and merciful.
This mercy was completely different from the fake mercy of the fake Buddha.
It was truly a great mercy.
The mockery at the corner of his mouth was so sincere.
The black lotus under his feet was so magnanimous.
Just like his honorific name.
Wutian!
An honorific name that was filled with countless great wisdom and principles.
Just by reflecting on these two short words, people had already understood a lot.
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