The monk raised his head and looked at the drones that filled the sky.
Then, he smiled. The kasaya descended from the sky and covered his burly body.
His hands rolled towards the ground, and pieces of equipment and props that were shining with all kinds of light fell into his big hands.
"Buddha is merciful!" He chanted the name of Buddha in a low voice, feeling happy in his heart.
With these things, the master would definitely be happy.
Then, he turned around and looked at Hill, who was kneeling on the ground and had been completely enlightened into a devout monk.
"Fool!" He picked up the monk staff and the copper bowl. "Let\'s go! Let\'s go! "
"The beautiful dream of the Buddha needs your contribution!"
Hill stood up in a daze and put his palms together like a monk. "Yes, Master!"
Then, he followed the monk named Fa Hai. Step by step, the two of them disappeared from the surveillance range of the drones.
… …
Zhang Hui looked at everything on the screen.
He couldn\'t help but swallow his saliva. Although the commander-in-chief often told him that the water in this world was very deep.
Since the recovery of the spirit aura, all kinds of strange and strange things had happened one after another.
He had indeed seen many strange things that ordinary people could not imagine in their entire lives.
However, the change today was still unimaginable to him.
"This master..." he looked at Situ He and said, "How did he cultivate?"
From the information, he was born more than 30 years ago in the 2821 year of the Gonghe era. Now, he was at most 33 years old.
He had become a monk at the age of ten. In other words, he had only cultivated for 23 years!
For 23 years, he had been unknown.
For 23 years, he had cultivated ascetic meditation.
For 23 years, he had not asked for any resources from the Federal Empire and the Blackguard.
Now, he had become famous all over the world!
At this moment, Zhang Hui\'s phone rang. He picked it up and looked at the number before picking it up.
"Hmm..."
"What?"
"Zen Master Jinghui passed away five years ago..."
"Hmm..."
Zhang Hui put down his phone with a strange expression.
"What\'s wrong?" Situ He asked.
"Just now, someone from the contact office called and said..." Zhang Hui looked at the screen. "This Zen Master Fa Hai\'s master, Jinghui, passed away five years ago..."
"Is there a problem?" Situ He didn\'t quite understand.
"Zen Master Jinghui died of a crime of passion …" Zhang Hui said with a strange expression, "The person who killed the zen master was a prostitute from Xinluo …"
As Situ He listened, a strange look appeared on his face.
A monk who dabbled in wine, meat, money, and women had nurtured an eminent monk of great virtue? Moreover, he was a master who could suppress a werewolf duke from the Qin Continent and convert an extremely vicious devil apostle?
What the hell …
"General Situ..." Zhang Hui said, "I remember that there are still a few recommendation spots for the Blackguard this year?"
"Yes …" Situ He nodded.
"Add Zen Master Jinghui's name!" Zhang Hui said.
Situ He was stunned for a moment before he nodded. "Alright, I'll get it done right away!"
Since ancient times, the Federal Empire had a tradition of conferring posthumous titles upon the deceased eminent monks and Taoists.
However, to confer a title on a monk who indulged in debauchery?
It didn't sound good to say it out loud.
Therefore …
She could only help him beautify it …
… …
The burly monk led Hill, who had been enlightened, through the barrier between reality and dream.
Finally, he stopped in front of a door.
"Idiot! Go in! "The monk said.
Hill put his palms together and bowed to the monk. "Master, this disciple will go!"
The monk nodded with a benevolent expression.
Then, he looked at Hill and stepped into the door.
After Hill walked in, he found himself in a world made of steel and machinery.
Huge turrets were floating in the air.
Huge mechanical guards were patrolling in the air.
A huge gear appeared in the sky.
Kacha, kacha …
"Goodness gracious!" Hill put his palms together. "Nanwu Gatling Bodhisattva!"
"Praise the future Buddha of Steam and Steel!"
Thus, a miraculous machine descended from the sky and covered him.
A few mechanical arms stretched out from all directions.
One by one, the parts were installed into his body, and the pieces of steel were cast into his flesh and blood.
He was originally a headless undead, an apostle of Hell.
Therefore, his transformation potential was extremely strong.
An hour later, a brand-new mechanical guard with multiple Gatling cannons on both arms was completed.
It walked out of the mechanical factory that had transformed it.
Then, it raised its two arms and aimed at the sky. Bang, bang, bang!
The Gatling cannons continued to fire.
"Amitabha!" The electronic mechanical voice sounded coldly.
A command was sent to its modified electronic brain.
It understood.
The great Gatling Bodhisattva needed it to guard a steel altar for him!
Thus, it walked towards a vortex and finally disappeared in it.
It would become an eternal guard of that altar.
Until the merciful Gatling Bodhisattva descended into that world.
… …
Elizabeth took thousands of refugees with her.
Day and night, they gathered in front of the steel altar.
They chanted the great praise from the Gospel for Machines.
They devoted their faith to the great soul of machines, the merciful Gatling Bodhisattva, the future Buddha of Steam and Steel!
Because they had witnessed the miracle, the compassion of the Gatling Bodhisattva, and the greatness of the soul of machines.
"Ring the bell once, push the lever..."
As they chanted, the steel altar melted day by day.
Finally..
Under everyone\'s annotation, it slowly turned into a real altar.
A whirlpool appeared in the center of the steel and machinery.
Melted steel flowed in it like water.
The mechanical voice of truth came from it.
A huge steel palm suddenly stretched out from it and grabbed the steel floor at the edge of the whirlpool.
Then, its head, which was made of machinery and steel, poked out from the whirlpool.
Then, its huge body, which was six to seven meters tall, appeared.
Its two arms, which were made of steel, began to transform. Finally, it turned into the sacred object of the great Gatling Bodhisattva, the multi-barreled Gatling Cannon!
It looked at the world coldly.
The sun above its head was no longer warm.
It was slowly being eroded by a terrifying evil god.
This world was sad and pitiful.
But it no longer had any feelings and would not feel any emotion.
It walked mechanically to Elizabeth in front of the crowd and knelt down with its steel-cast feet.
Elizabeth looked at it. This was the servant of the Gatling Bodhisattva.
She knew that this was the Buddhist soldier that the Bodhisattva had sent down.
It was the guardian of the steel altar that guarded the mechanical temple for her.
So, she took out the Gospel for Machines and recited the gospel to it, "The path of steel is materialistic..."
"Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!"
"Amen!"
After listening to the mass, the huge mechanical guardian stood up and walked to a corner of the altar. Then, it merged its body into the altar, leaving only half of its mechanical head outside. It looked like a giant sleeping inside the altar.
From now on, it would only wake up when a powerful foreign enemy attacked.
And its mission here was very simple.
To liberate the Bodhisattva\'s chosen people and let the Bhikkhuni of Steel hunt more descendants and minions of the evil god for the merciful Gatling Bodhisattva to obtain more believers.
To prepare for the eternal ruler to finally descend into this world.
He would return!
He would also be destined to awaken!
… …
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