Ling Ping'an finally chose his outfit.
He liked the outfit he chose very much.
He fell in love with it at first sight!
It was a costume.
It looked like it had been used by a magic or fantasy movie production team.
A triangular headgear, a sharp wooden stick, and a red robe.
Ling Ping'an thought that it looked good when put together.
Of course, the most important thing was that it was cheap!
It only added up to 120 yuan, and it was free of charge. Moreover, it would be delivered tomorrow morning!
"If that's the case, I can wear this outfit to the scene …"
"In that case, I should be able to enjoy my quiet and peaceful life while eating and waiting to die!"
He didn't like being famous because it would delay him from playing games and writing novels.
Thinking of this, Ling Ping'an sighed, "There aren't many manuscripts left... Not many!"
Before he came, he had saved tens of thousands of words and had used up most of them these days.
There were at most three to five days left.
"Hurry up and go home!" As he spoke, he slowly leaned against the bed and fell asleep.
He didn't know where he was in his dream.
He could vaguely see a boy who looked like a little monk coming in front of a monk.
"The future Maitreya Buddha listens to the sutras and sweeps the monks. I kowtow a hundred times to the Skyless Buddha!"
"I respectfully invite the Buddha to meet the Tushita Heaven!"
Listening to the young novice monk's childish voice, Lin Fan's heart skipped a beat.
Ling Ping'an smiled, "I'm starting to dream about the plot of the book I wrote again?"
It was common for web novelists to encounter such situations.
In their dreams, they dreamed about the plot of their books.
Then, all kinds of gods unfolded. When they woke up, they only had a vague memory.
Then, they beat their chests and stomped their feet in regret.
That was because most people had a good feeling about the plot in their dreams.
Some people would even have a much better feeling than the plot they had imagined.
Unfortunately...
Most people would forget what they had thought and seen in their dreams after they woke up.
They would only have a vague impression.
Ling Ping'an was no exception.
As he thought about these things, everything in his dream began to change.
The monk slowly turned around.
Black hair and black robe. In a pair of deep and distant eyes, two black lotus seats were faintly discernible.
"Lead the way!" He heard the monk say.
"Yes, Master!" The young novice monk was overjoyed.
He respectfully led the black-haired, black-robed monk through the thick fog.
Ling Ping'an felt as if he had opened his Heavenly Eye.
He could see everything in the dream world.
He was a spectator, an observer.
The camera followed the black-haired, black-robed monk as he slowly moved forward.
Ling Ping'an quickly discovered that this black-haired and black-robed monk, the protagonist of his novel, seemed to be different from the one described in his book.
The Skyless Buddha didn't seem to have legs.
He relied on two thick leech-like limbs to move forward in a snake-like manner.
The two huge limbs were hidden in the mist.
Until a light appeared in front of them.
The two leech-like limbs slowly turned into two long, white legs.
Under Ling Ping\ 'an\'s gaze, Skyless Buddha walked barefoot through a barrier that seemed to be a door.
Thus, the world before his eyes changed.
The immortal mist was boundless, and the jade palaces were hidden in the distance.
"Fellow Daoist!" A magnetic and compassionate voice sounded in his ears.
The Buddha, who was holding his big belly, had a fat head and big ears and looked extremely compassionate, stood up from the meditation cushion with a smile. He put his palms together and bowed, "This poor monk has come from the east. Greetings, fellow Daoist!"
At this moment, Ling Ping'an seemed to feel something familiar.
He turned his gaze slightly and looked under the immortal mist.
In the shadows, he seemed to see a strong young girl walking with difficulty between the lofty mountains and lofty ridges.
In the mountain mausoleum, the demonic mist lingered.
Vaguely, it seemed to be eyeing him covetously.
As for the young girl, she was trapped inside.
It seemed that it had been some time.
Thus, Ling Ping'an had a thought.
The black-haired, black-robed monk raised his hand and flicked out a spiritual light that fell into the lower realm.
… …
Mei Qing had been wandering in this nameless mountain range for a full month.
She was trapped here.
The demon that trapped her was a demon king that had cultivated to become a demon crow in this place.
The demon king had set up a barrier here to trap the merchants and use them as blood food.
It was also because she had the blessing of the Skyless Buddha that she was able to persist until now. Otherwise, she would have long been exhausted and fallen into the mouth of the crow demon.
"Skyless Buddha is merciful!"
"Disciple is weak and incompetent... I am truly ashamed!"
"But Buddha, please let it go. No matter what, disciple will cross this dangerous barrier and continue forward. I will find the four master and disciples and convey your decree!"
The four master and disciples owed the Buddha the sutra, but they did not pay.
It was natural for her to ask for it on the Buddha's decree.
And in Mei Qing's eyes, the hardships on the journey were just a test.
Buddha's test for her!
Therefore, she would pray to Buddha every morning and night.
Today was the same.
After praying, she stood up and was about to continue on her journey to find a way to break the barrier.
Suddenly, she raised her head.
She saw a black spiritual light falling from the sky.
The spiritual light landed in front of her and turned into a black lotus.
The lotus bloomed and endless black Buddha's light soaked the entire mountain mausoleum.
The Enigmatic Barrier was instantly broken.
A huge crow flapped its wings and fled frantically from the distant mountain mausoleum.
However, it was still grabbed by a deformed and twisted hand.
With a light pinch, its flesh and blood were crushed.
Mei Qing looked and immediately knelt down. "Disciple Mei Qing kowtowed to Buddha again!"
"Thank you for your kindness!"
In the black lotus formed by the spiritual light, a black-haired and black-robed Buddha slowly appeared. It was the Skyless Buddha.
He heard the Buddha say slowly, "Wait here for a while!"
"Yes!" Mei Qing bowed again.
… …
In the Tusita Heaven, the East Coming Buddha also noticed the actions of the Skyless Buddha.
He pinched the flower and smiled. "Buddha, do you also have a fated person in this world?"
The black-haired and black-robed Skyless Buddha only nodded slightly.
The skin on both sides of his cheeks cracked bit by bit.
A voice came from the cracked skin. "Why did you invite me here?"
The East Coming Buddha chuckled and was very benevolent. "Amitabha!"
He said, "This penniless monk admires the Dao of Buddha, so I shamelessly invited you. Unexpectedly, Buddha did not think that this penniless monk was despicable and really kept the appointment. This penniless monk is deeply honored!"
"Therefore, I have prepared this Tianlong Jianghu for Buddha!"
As he said that, the East Coming Buddha waved his kasaya.
The immortal mist slowly dissipated, revealing the things shrouded in the immortal mist.
It was plate after plate of translucent meat that looked like jade and gold.
There were all kinds of Dao runes flowing in the patterns of these meat.
"These are Heavenly Dragon meat!"
"The Heavenly Dragon raised in the Dragon Pool of the spiritual mountain!"
"Buddha has tasted the flesh and blood of this generation in the past and praised it endlessly. This penniless monk is not talented, but I carefully selected three Heavenly Dragons of the True Immortal level for Buddha's needs!" The East Coming Buddha introduced with a chuckle.
It was as if the dragon meat in front of him was a vegetable dish like vegetables and fruits.
When the Skyless Buddha saw this, he did not say a word. He only gently rolled up a large plate of Heavenly Dragon meat and brought it in front of him. Then, he opened his mouth and swallowed it whole, chewing it in big mouthfuls.
The dragon meat splattered and the juice filled his mouth.
Ling Ping'an, who was watching from the side, was a little greedy.
"This dragon meat must be an exceptionally delicious and juicy delicacy!" He thought.
That was dragon meat.
As the saying went: Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground!
Donkey meat was fine, but this dragon meat... he had never tasted it before!
At that moment, he was a little eager to try.
With a thought, Ling Ping'an felt a strong fragrance of meat appear between his mouth and teeth.
The fresh and tender meat juice exploded in his mouth.
Every time it exploded, it was a taste bomb attack.
"I just..." he was stunned, "Shared the taste of that Skyless Buddha?"
Considering that this was a dream, he did not think too much about it.
Then, he heard Donglai Buddha continue, "Other than the Heavenly Dragon meat, this penniless monk also specially asked for thirteen immortal peaches from the Longevity Great Emperor Daoist Yu Qing for Skyless Buddha and six ginseng fruits from Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi of the Five Villages Temple..."
As he spoke, two white jade tables appeared in front of the tables piled with dragon meat.
On one table, there were large and fresh peaches.
The skin of these peaches flowed with a mouthwatering color.
The hazy fruity fragrance spread out, and it made people feel comfortable.
On the other table, there were fruits that looked like they were carved from jade and incomparably cute babies.
The surface of these fruits was overflowing with a faint immortal aura.
Skyless Buddha looked at them but did not take them.
He just sat down cross-legged and a black lotus platform supported his body from the void.
"Those who are polite must have a request!" Skyless Buddha did not move his mouth. His voice came from the squirming flesh and blood under his cheeks, "Fellow Daoist Donglai specially invited me here..."
"What do you want to say?"
The big-bellied Buddha put his palms together and apologized, then said, "I dare not hide anything from you, Buddha!"
"It's just that the sutras that Buddha passed down in this world are good and good..."
"Then..." Donglai Buddha looked at Skyless Buddha and said, "I'm not talented, but I think that Buddha probably didn't pass down the true sutras, right?"
"What is passed down in the world now is only a few words of Buddha's Great Dao..."
"Therefore, I'm not talented, but I sincerely ask Buddha to pass down the true sutras!"
"Hehe!" Skyless Buddha's cheeks twitched slightly as if something was hatching under his skin.
On the lotus platform beneath him, sutras echoed one after another.
"You want my true sutras?" He asked. Then, before waiting for Donglai Buddha to reply, he said, "You're quite bold!"
"I'm afraid that you can't bear my Great Dao!"
His eyeballs rolled 360 degrees in their sockets.
Black runes were faintly visible on the surface of his skin.
The runes were resonating with each other.
A huge tentacle vaguely appeared behind him.
His shadow was reflected on the ground.
It was as if there were countless blasphemous and chaotic chants of Zen that were pulling at heaven and earth.
The entire Tusita Heaven began to tremble.
The celestial ground cracked, the clouds collapsed, and the palaces shook.
Numerous deformed, indescribable objects could be seen moving through the Tusita Heaven.
Even Donglai Buddha found it difficult to sit still.
He could only chant a Buddhist mantra and summon a golden alms bowl to protect himself.
At that moment, the Seven Wonders Tree appeared behind him.
Strange lights shone from the tree, and the sound of Buddhist chants could be heard from within the seven virtuous treasures.
Then, the projection of a taiji symbol appeared, reflecting the past and the future, and stabilizing the earth, water, wind, and fire.
The two Sages were fighting across time and space, outside of the boundless world.
In the blink of an eye, everything calmed down.
After apologizing, Donglai Buddha said, "My cultivation is shallow, and I've made a fool of myself in front of you, fellow Daoist!"
He knew how dangerous the situation was just now.
If he wasn't careful, the Good Corpse would have been contaminated by the divine ability of Skyless Buddha and forcefully enlightened, becoming a disciple of Skyless Buddha.
Years ago, Skyless Buddha had appeared out of nowhere and unreasonably enlightened all the vajra arhats on the Spirit Mountain.
Fortunately, Master Cundi had already prepared a plan for him before he came.
Fortunately, he was in the Tusita Heaven.
The territory of the Laozi Lord!
Even if the Laozi Lord wanted to do nothing, he wouldn't sit back and watch him be enlightened in front of others.
Skyless Buddha's divine ability was nullified, but he wasn't angry. The flesh and blood on his cheeks wriggled, and he spoke, "Back then, Tathagata had to collect three buckets of rice and three liters of gold when he preached to others...
"I imparted my sutra to the master and his disciples, but I didn't get a single cent in return!
"I'm really angry about that!
"If fellow Daoist wants to ask for my sutra...
"How about...
"Let's have a bet!"
Hearing that, East Coming Buddha put his palms together and bowed, "I'm willing to listen to your decree, Buddha!"
That was something he couldn't ask for more.
The karma would be repaid with every sip and peck.
It would be much better if it was a bet.
It was just a bet to see who was better.
Win or lose, he would have to admit defeat!
All karma would be eliminated, and he would be untainted by even a speck of dust!
It was great!
Skyless Buddha chuckled. As he laughed, the tentacles behind him split open, and the appearance of countless monsters flashed within.
"Fellow Daoist, look!" He waved his hand, and the deity ground beneath his feet split open, reflecting the scenery of the lower realm.
A graceful girl was holding a pitch-black unknown book as she knelt in front of a black lotus.
"This woman is fated with me!" Skyless Buddha said, "I've already ordered her to go to the Eastern Lands to collect the debt of the master and his disciples!"
"What I want to bet with fellow Daoists is whether this woman will be able to successfully travel to the Eastern Lands and collect the debt."
East Coming Buddha fell into deep thought as he listened.
The master and his disciples were no longer what they used to be.
They had long been infected by Skyless Buddha's dharma, and their abilities were incredible.
In this world, there was almost no one who could match them.
Even Little White Dragon was now the Revered Dragon of the Four Seas and had an indescribable body.
As for the girl, she was just a mortal.
Any little demon could probably make it difficult for her to move, let alone the master and his disciples.
So...
Could he not bet?
But...
East Coming Buddha looked at Skyless Buddha, the Almighty formed from the thoughts of this mysterious Sage.
He didn't dare to bet.
After all, when the Journey to the West was planned, the two Sages had planned it for a thousand years.
Now, how could this Skyless Buddha casually bet?
But would he succeed?
This Heavenless Gautama could make him lose right now.
With a casual point of his finger, the girl would immediately fall to the ground.
East Coming Buddha immediately hesitated.
Because he realized that no matter what he chose, he would lose.
Suddenly, his teacher whispered, "Why don't you bet with Fellow Daoist Skyless!"
Two flying swords shot over from the sky.
They were the two Connate killing weapons left behind by the Nether River.
Yuantu, Avici.
The two Connate killing swords landed in front of East Coming Buddha.
East Coming Buddha knew that this was the bet!
But it was not enough!
So, another array diagram descended from the sky.
The Heavenly Cycle Stars were all inside.
It was the treasure of the Demon Heavenly Court: the Heavenly Cycle Stars Array Diagram.
That was the bet of the Three Pure Ones!
In a daze, a kind voice came from above Tusita Heaven.
"I'll also place a bet!"
A thick divine bell descended from the sky and landed in front of him.
It was the former treasure of the Demon Race: the Eastern Emperor Bell!
It was the consciousness of Goddess Nuwo, who had woken up from her eternal slumber.
East Coming Buddha was immediately under great pressure!
That was because the teachers of the Saints had already placed their bets.
And since the teachers of the Saints had already entered the arena, it meant that Teacher Hong Jun had tacitly agreed to this bet.
In other words, all the pressure was on him.
If he chose wrongly...
Then he would become the target of everyone.
The Saints would lose face. If they could not find Skyless Buddha, they would definitely vent their anger on him!
While he was thinking, Teacher Zhun Ti's words echoed in his ears again, "Do as you please!
This bet has nothing to do with you!
The will of the supreme Saint of the Great Path is also here! "
East Coming Buddha suddenly woke up.
Yes!
He had a backer.
How could Skyless Buddha not have one?
Thus, East Coming Buddha was relieved.
A Saint's plan would never be based on the moment.
So...
He could really do as he pleased.
Because his choice was actually the choice of the teachers of the Saints!
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