As soon as he finished speaking, everything in Xiao Bing's sight changed. The corridor disappeared, the walls disappeared, and the bathroom behind him disappeared. Everything disappeared. Everything around him became boundless. The sun was high in the sky, and under the sunlight, the ground was actually a piece of golden land. A man stood in front of the setting sun. He walked step by step under the illumination of the sun. When he walked so far that Xiao Bing could see his position clearly, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out of his body.
This golden light was so dazzling and so sacred. It was like the purest and most sacred golden light in the world emitted by the creator. It was also like the dazzling golden light that bloomed behind the merciful Buddha in the Journey to the West.
At this moment, Xiao Bing clearly saw that the seeds on the ground began to germinate, take root, grow, bloom, and bear fruit … The emptiness disappeared. Trees, flowers, and grasslands appeared …
Everything grew under the golden light.
Xiao Bing was stunned. He looked at all this absent-mindedly. He even had a feeling of bowing down to worship. Miracle, this was a miracle.
The dazzling golden light finally faded. Then Xiao Bing saw a man, who looked like the most compassionate Buddha in the world. He was wearing a golden robe and a golden mask. His robe was fluttering in the wind. His eyes looked directly at Xiao Bing. When they looked at each other, Xiao Bing felt that his eyes were about to attack his heart in an instant.
The man said, "Mr. Dragon, we finally meet."
"Yes, we meet." Xiao Bing's heart was in a mess, and he said absent-mindedly.
The man said, "Everything in the world, life and death, karma and reincarnation, is only because of the word 'fate'. What is meant to happen must happen, and what is not meant to happen cannot be forced. Whether you are an emperor, a president, a chairman, a leader, or just an ordinary person, or even a beast, you are only controlled by fate. In this case, why should a person live so hard? Isn't it better to just comfortably accept the control of fate? "
"My name is Mr. Buddha, the one who controls fate."
I am Mr. Buddha, the one who controls fate!
I am Mr. Buddha, the one who controls fate!
This sentence bombarded Xiao Bing's brain over and over again. Even if Xiao Bing had the toughest nerves, he could not help but be bombarded so many times that he almost collapsed. The opponent's mental power was tightly wrapped around Xiao Bing's head like a silk thread. As long as Xiao Bing's spirit collapsed, the opponent's spirit could immediately take advantage of it and directly invade Xiao Bing's brain.
Xiao Bing's body trembled slightly, and even his whole body gradually bent like a shrimp. Mr. Buddha held a string of Buddha beads in his hand. As he fiddled with the Buddha beads, he kept chanting the Buddhist scriptures. Those dense Buddhist proverbs gradually calmed Xiao Bing down. At this moment, he looked up at Mr. Buddha, who stood high like a Buddha, as if he had seen his home.
"Yes, a person 'is being controlled by fate. Just like me. My life," Xiao thought. "That I was. of. of I, I, I, Mr. Buddhist. I as I as I said, I am, I am. as, I,.. I I, I, I I, I, and I. I., I.
Mr. Buddha is the Nirvana Realm. He can solve all this. Why don't I be controlled by Mr. Buddha? "
"No, Mr. Buddha, Mr. Buddha, if I were a human, I would still be bound by fate. What about Peiya's death? What about Old Lei's death? It's an illusion. Mr. Buddha can't control my fate at all. It's all an illusion. " Xiao Bing suddenly understood these things. But the Buddhist proverbs of Mr. Buddha were still constantly bombarding his soul, almost making his spirit collapse. Xiao Bing knew that as long as his spirit collapsed a little, he would immediately fall into the man's control. At that time, he would be like a walking corpse, under the man's control.
He did not expect Mr. Buddha to be so powerful!
The Buddhist proverbs were still bombarding Xiao Bing. Xiao Bing held his head, squatted on the ground, and roared. Of course, it was also an illusion. No matter how loud he roared, no one could hear him, because it was all an illusion!
This was hypnotism. Yes, this was hypnotism!
A book began to turn in Xiao Bing's mind. It was the book that Han Huabin left him all his life's knowledge, including powerful hypnotism and various formations.
Xiao Bing shouted crazily, "Mr. Buddha, Mr. Buddha!"
In the Buddha Villa, there was no Buddha, only a devil. Perhaps there was only one Buddha, and that was Mr. Buddha, who Xiao Bing was meeting now.
Lil Bei lived in a large three-story dormitory, where 50 people lived. In this Buddha Villa, there were two similar dormitories, both for people like Lil Bei. If they appeared in the outside world, they would be the top masters. But in this place, their status was not high. Above them were the Buddhist emissary, the eight Buddhist generals, the chief steward, and Mr. Buddha. Even some of the staff who were responsible for the operation of the villa were not people they could afford to offend. For example, they could not afford to offend the madam of the brothel, Mei, the owner of the pub, and the owner of the clinic …
They were mainly here to carry out various tasks and also to be the candidates for the eight Buddhist generals. For example, once something happened to one of the eight Buddhist generals, the strongest among them would be selected.
Lil Bei did a rough calculation and found that this dormitory had 50 people. It was said that the size of the other two dormitories was exactly the same as this one. That was to say, there were about 150 masters below the eight Buddhist generals. Of course, the three dormitories were not full. On the one hand, some people were carrying out tasks outside. On the other hand, some people died while carrying out tasks outside, so the rooms were empty. But even so, if the three dormitories did not include those who died and those who were carrying out tasks outside, there would at least be more than 100 people, though not 150!
Lil Bei felt a little scared when he thought about it. There were more than 100 middle-level masters in Dragon Gate. The high-end combat ability of Dragon Gate might not be worse than that of Buddhism, but the middle-level combat ability could not be compared with here. Lil Bei walked around the dormitory the whole morning. The weakest people he saw were at the middle stage of Transforming Strength. Although they had not reached the Innate Realm, they had at least reached the Transforming Strength stage. And there were many masters who had reached the Elixir-strength stage.
This kind of strength was too terrifying. Lil Bei roughly estimated that there were about 40 to 50 masters in the Innate Realm below the eight Buddhist generals. Basically, they were mainly at the Elixir-strength stage.
In these three dormitories, each dormitory had a dormitory leader, and the strength of the three dormitory leaders had reached the Gang-strength stage. That was to say, according to strength, these three dormitory leaders were also qualified to enter the eight Buddhist generals. In other words, there were at least more than 10 masters in Buddhism who had reached the level of the eight Buddhist generals in Dragon Gate!
The high-end combat ability of Buddhism might not necessarily be much higher than that of Dragon Gate, but it was definitely above Dragon Gate!
If Dragon Gate and Buddhism were to start a war now, it was impossible for all of them to be annihilated. The final result might be that Buddhism would have to pay a heavy price, but in comparison, it was not worth it.
Lil Bei's true strength should be on par with the strongest person in this dormitory. In other words, the strength of the dormitory leader was similar. After Lil Bei showed his outstanding talent in the small dark room, someone came to find Lil Bei as expected.
Lil Bei was lying on the sofa and talking to Rou Er who was sitting on the bed. Suddenly, Lil Bei made a shushing gesture and quickly jumped off the bed. He went straight to Rou Er and took off his shirt and pants. He was only wearing a pair of underwear. He pushed Rou Er onto the bed and whispered into Rou Er's ear, "Get under the blanket."
Rou Er did not realize what was happening, but out of trust for Lil Bei, she obediently got under the blanket. Lil Bei was also lying under the blanket. A man and a woman were in the same room, and they were even under the same blanket. The bed itself was only that big. Although they did not deliberately get close, they could still feel each other's skin pressing against them. Rou Er's heart was pounding, but Lil Bei looked at the door expressionlessly.
Soon, there were two knocks on the door. There was not even the sound of footsteps before. It could be seen that this person appeared quietly, but he did not expect that he had already been discovered by Lil Bei.
Lil Bei turned over and got off the bed as he asked, "Who is it?"
Lil Bei walked to the door and opened it. At the door of the room, a tall, red-haired, black-faced man who looked strong and tall said in a strange accent in Cathaysian language, "Zhao Zaixing, come out with me for a while."
Lil Bei already knew that this person was called Thompson, an American. He had killed many people in the underground boxing arena in the United States. Later, he was wanted by the entire United States, and then he was taken in by the Buddhists. The reason why all the people in the Buddhists spoke Cathaysian language was that Mr. Buddha was the same as Xiao Bing. They were all Cathaysian, and they also set the same rule. All the members of the organization must learn Cathaysian language. In the future, members could only communicate in Cathaysian language.
Lil Bei agreed. He looked back at Rou 'er, who was lying in the quilt, and said casually, "Stay at home and don't go out. Wait for me to come back, and then serve me well."
After that, Lil Bei went straight out and slammed the door.
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