Immortal Voices Chapter 789: Pray for Buddha (plus more)

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Fuzi held the beads around his neck and stared at Rong Xian silently.

Rong Xian tapped his fingers on the table, and the dull voice made the atmosphere look a little serious.

She smiled and said, "If you have to know, well, I always knew you followed."

The corners of the Buddha's mouth twitched. He folded his hands together and said peacefully, "Amitabha Buddha."

Rong Xian translated for him, what he said should be: I'm dead.

Fuzi was very embarrassed. He took a deep breath and decided to continue following Emperor Xu.

After all #我不入地狱谁入地里#, if he doesn't follow Emperor Xu, the master arranges for other brothers to follow.

In order to prevent the massacre of Shimen being exterminated, the Buddha can only #以身飲魔#.

Of course, this demon doesn't find herself difficult, her style of painting is different from others.

She only thinks that these monks are not good people, and they all talk and do things in secret, not at all open and upright like her.

As for Rong Xian's frankness and uprightness, everyone in the Hades has the most say.

They are still suspicious now, looking for who has leaked the news of the palace lord.

The old woman can think of how Rong Xian will be in the future, and she quickly put the matter behind.

This is not something to worry about, after all, she has already retaliated back.

On the bright side, Rong Xian bid farewell to the Buddha, and set off again alone, carrying the medicine box on his back.

Secretly, the Buddha followed him secretly. This time he had learned well. Knowing that Emperor Xu must have already spotted him, he just followed honestly with no extra moves.

Rong Xian started with Mount Bodhi, planning to spend a few years on half of the West Antarctica.

As long as half of the people accept her as a doctor, the other half will not be far away.

When she encounters a sick or injured person on the road, she will still help.

But presumably, her methods are much simpler than before.

Those who believe in her can survive.

If you don't believe her, she takes everything back.

Anyone who speaks bad words will not let people leave alive.

Along with the countless towns she has traveled, her name spread.

The Holy Hand Shura.

The holy hand is her extraordinary means of saving people, and Shura is her cruel heart.

It is rumored that she dislikes the Lord Buddha very much. If some of the people she treats strongly admire the Lord Buddha, she will kill them.

But she is not the person she treats, so she won't bother to say anything at will.

The temperament is extremely moody and elusive.

When these rumors reached Rong Xian's ears, she was being stopped by a patient who had just been treated for brainwashing.

"Doctor Veratrum, the Lord Buddha is merciful and compassionate. You can not believe in the Lord Buddha, but you must not be malicious towards him."

"The Lord Buddha saves all sentient beings and saves the world in his own body. This is how we are now in peace."

These words sounded very harsh to the ears. A Buddha who didn't know the details would dare to rumor that he would save the world alone?

Saved Lilliputin in my dream.

She glanced at the female patient whose body recovered, and asked curiously: "I don't know what kind of world extinction has happened in this world, so I bothered the Buddha to sacrifice himself and save the world?"

Passers-by who have been on the sidelines for a long time said excitedly: "I know this."

He recalled the legend he had heard and said with a serious expression: "The legend says that one hundred thousand years ago, a demon from outside the territories came with a sword, and a sword split the world. Thousands of creatures turned into ashes before they wailed. When the demon swung the second piece, the Lord Buddha stepped forward and fought the demon for ten years."

He admired his expression: "Ten years later, the Lord Buddha defeated the demon and defeated the devil, but he was severely injured and fell. But his spirit surpassed and became the supreme god, protecting our people and others." /

Rong Xian perceives that if there is no Zen in the man, he suspects that he is a serious Buddha.

She pondered for a moment, and after hesitating, she couldn't help but said: "The demon head retreated after failure, but the Buddha fell seriously injured. Do you call this a great victory?"

She twitched the corners of her mouth and fixed her expression on mockery. Then she said, "Please forgive me for my ignorance. This is the first time I know what the big victory meant."

Man: "..." Although I know what you said is reasonable, you just came up to reveal the shortcomings so bluntly, I'm afraid you don't want to go out of the West Antarctica completely.

"You?" The female patient said angrily, "Anyway, the Lord Buddha has won a big victory. He saved everyone who was left."

Rong Xian was silent, still not ashamed to ask how many people were left in the end.

Does this all refer to ten, one hundred, or two hundred?

After all, 100,000 years have passed, and even if only one man and one woman are kept in the end, the West Antarctica can be reproduced to the present level.

After all, this place is really poor. There are only more people who are poor.

It seems that he can see what Rong Xian is thinking, and the man sinks his face and teaches: "What do you know, if the Buddha hadn't been for the protection of the West Antarctica on the basis of repelling the devil, he would not be defeated so miserably. ."

The corner of Rong Xian’s mouth was raised, and the tone was meaningful: "So you also know that the Buddha suffered a terrible defeat."

The man asked incredulously: "I told the truth."

Rong Xian nodded, and replied seriously: "You said it."

The man covered his mouth subconsciously. He looked left and right like a thief, and looked at the female patient in disbelief. Then he coughed and continued to Rong Xian as if nothing had happened. Interrupt, in short, even if the Lord Buddha does not win, no one can deny his contribution to the West Antarctica."

"Yes, so you put this attitude in our village to be burned to death to sacrifice to the heavens." The female patient said in a cold tone.

Rong Xian put on an innocent smile, exuding a harmless breath, and said sweetly: "Then he is so powerful, can he bring you back to life?"

The female patient frowned, keenly aware that the topic was threatening to her, and did not say anything.

It’s the man who seems to regard Rong Xian’s problem as a simple truth, and said with a confused look: "No one knows this, but the Buddha can see the past and the future, and can save all living beings. It must be able to bring people back to life. ."

He handed it over: "Doctor Veratrum is very curious."

Yong Xian smiled softly and told the truth: "I know you wonder why I asked this. I was just out of curiosity, wanting to test whether the Buddha really has the ability to come back to life."

She raised her eyes, glanced at the man's surprised face, and continued slowly: "You are lucky, and I am fortunate to see this scene."

After that, she didn't say hello, and she waved her sleeves away, and her huge slap was printed on the void, absorbing the power of heaven and earth crazily.

Then, he slapped the woman into the ground with a palm.

The attack dissipated, and there was a huge five-finger-shaped pit in front of him, and the energy scattered around messed up the man's hair.

Rong Xian stroked the non-existent wrinkles on the lower sleeves, and said to the man seemingly: "Well, now you can pray to the Buddha to see if he can revive the woman under the pit. "

Man: You have beaten people to flesh, and the Buddha just wants to resurrect that person.

But when he met Rongxian’s eyes, his scalp became numb, and he said in a jealous voice: "I'll beg Buddha."

He knelt on the ground with a snap, kneeling proficiently and standardly, muttering the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, reaching out and taking out a string of Buddhist beads from his sleeve.

Rong Xian looked energetically on the sidelines, smiling as if there was nothing: "So you really are a Buddhist cultivator."

The man's body stiffened, and the prayer beads in his hand fell to the ground with a click.