Wutian?
People recalled the honorific name that the Buddha spat out.
Wutian...
Will there be no heaven?
No!
The heavens have always been there.
Let time pass, the cycle of time.
The ancient starry sky was still shining on the vast earth.
So...
Although it was called Wutian, it was actually Heaven.
Some people with the root of wisdom would think even more than that.
Wutian?
Although the ancient starry sky was still shining on the vast earth.
However, the ancient starry sky was different from the starry sky of today.
Many ancient stars might have turned into a ball of exploding flames one night, illuminating the entire universe.
Or perhaps, a certain star that was still shining in the sky had actually turned into a bolt of lightning millions or even tens of millions of years ago, blooming its last brilliance to illuminate the dark universe.
And the smarter and more perceptive a person was, the more things they would think about.
The word 'Wutian' was just ordinary.
However, when it came from the mouth of the Buddha, it seemed to contain countless philosophies, pointing straight to the supreme Great Dao.
So much so that some particularly smart people had a faint feeling.
If they could think clearly, the supreme wisdom contained in these two words.
Even if it was only a small part of it.
Becoming a Buddha on the spot might be an exaggeration.
But achieving a golden body, becoming an arhat, or a vajra would probably be a piece of cake.
Just thinking of this, these smart people knew that they had encountered a great opportunity.
The true Buddha had descended to enlighten the world!
What kind of opportunity was this, what kind of blessing was this?
They wanted to immediately kneel down and worship, praying for the Buddha's mercy.
Give them more true methods.
But...
They quickly understood.
They couldn't do this.
Because the Buddha was merciful, and it was truly great mercy!
Plucking a hair to benefit the world without giving, knowing the world without taking a single person.
It was better to rely on oneself than others.
The fact that the Buddha was willing to be enlightened to this point was already the result of opportunity.
Any more would be impossible.
Because that had already exceeded the true meaning of Buddha and deviated from the Great Dao.
Just like the Buddha had revealed.
I am not a fake Buddha, I disdain incense, I disdain worship.
I do not need the worship and praise of all living beings.
I am just walking my path.
I'm just a forerunner on this path.
So, you should not beg me.
Therefore, we should rely on ourselves.
When these smart people thought of this, they all cupped their fists and praised, "Buddha is merciful, your disciples understand!"
… …
Ling Ping'an blinked and looked at the person in front of him.
Do you understand?
What do you understand?
Are you playing riddles with me?
Hehe!
Can't you see who's standing in front of you?
I'm a web novelist!
What kind of storms and waves had they not thought about?
He chuckled and pretended to be profound as he said, "Since you understand, why don't you quickly disperse?"
"What do you want to do here?"
Everyone was taken aback.
Soon after, they all praised, "We will obey the Buddhist decree!"
Sure enough, they dispersed.
Ling Ping'an was baffled and didn't understand at all.
He turned his head and looked at the person who was still lying on the ground.
"Why hasn't the policeman come yet?" he thought.
It was a little unusual!
This was the Taizu Memorial Hall, and the security here was extremely high.
But as soon as it was over, a few police officers in uniform walked over from a corridor not far away.
… …
Ning Qinghong brought a few of her subordinates and carefully passed through the barrier that had finally disappeared.
She walked in.
At that time, she saw hundreds of people prostrating themselves in worship of the mysterious Young Master Ling.
Compared to when they met at the cross slope.
The Young Master Ling today was different again.
He didn't wear his glasses and put on a loose formal suit.
His face was filled with arrogance, as if he was a thousand miles away from everyone.
His eyes seemed to be soaked in ink, dark and deep.
More importantly, his feet stepped on the ground.
Black lotuses bloomed one after another and continued to extend.
The monk on the black lotus knocked on the wooden fish.
The wooden fish was silent, but there was a sound.
In the heart, in the psionic power, in the divine sense.
Du du du!
Sanskrit singing followed.
"Namo Amitabha..."
"Namo Amitabha!"
"Namo Amitabha!"
Solemn, dignified, sacred, strange, and terrifying.
Such extremely contradictory things were all mixed together.
As a result, there was a faint black cloud that looked like a canopy above his head.
Ning Qinghong swallowed her saliva.
"Skyless Buddha!" She had already learned from Zhang Hui that the method that Young Master Ling was displaying now came from one of his clones.
The almighty named Skyless Buddha.
The almighty who had once subverted the world of the Journey to the West and caused all the Buddhas to fall together.
If the book that he wrote didn\'t cover it up.
Then, even the Spirit Mountain would shake and fall.
He put on the kasaya of Tathagata and reversed the sutra of the master and disciple.
It also eroded the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the Western Heaven.
Unfortunately, that book was too short, and the things that happened later were not written.
Perhaps, the world of the Journey to the West was destroyed later on.
Perhaps not.
But she was sure that he had displayed Skyless\'s methods.
He must have a purpose.
With these thoughts in mind, Ning Qinghong carefully ran over.
She tried her best to make herself feel more relaxed.
"Young Master..." she laughed, "What happened here?"
She looked at the person on the ground.
To be precise, it should be a guy who was tightly bound by black lotuses, even his mouth and nose were sealed.
Not only that, there was also a black-haired, black-robed monk with a blurry face sitting on top of this person\'s head.
The monk knocked on the wooden fish.
It was completely silent.
But what was certain was that he must be suffering unimaginable torture and punishment.
The torture he suffered would probably not be better than that of the chief deacon of the Yan Sheng school.
This could be seen from his current appearance.
This person was lying on the ground. Although his mouth and nose were tightly sealed.
However, the veins on his exposed skin were twitching incessantly.
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an saw the police officer walking in front of him.
He felt that he could finally heave a sigh of relief.
He immediately said to the police officer, "Police Officer, you\'re finally here..."
"This person..." he thought for a moment and couldn\'t help but use a rare uncivilized word, "I don\'t know if this idiot took too many drugs or ate something dirty..."
"In broad daylight, he wanted to force us to buy and sell!"
"Then I definitely won\'t do it!"
"In the end, he didn\'t know what happened, but he went crazy..."
"Then he fell to the ground!"
"If you don\'t believe me, you can look at the surveillance!"
Ning Qinghong listened and coughed.
"Young Master, we\'ve already looked at the surveillance!" She swallowed her saliva and recalled what she saw on the surveillance screen.
Her hands were trembling slightly.
She tried hard to calm herself down, and then very seriously went against her conscience and echoed, "He really fell by himself!"
Otherwise?
Could it be that she was going to go against him?
Ning Qinghong just looked at the black lotuses on the floor and understood that she shouldn\'t have such a stupid thought.
Now, the person in front of her was the Skyless Buddha.
The Skyless Buddha who made all Buddhas fall!
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