I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 488: I am a godless Buddha

"Variety show?"

Ling Ping An recalled several variety shows that she had watched that spoofed passersby.

He frowned slightly, a little unhappy.

Because if it's a variety show, it's too much.

This can be a complaint.

Public places are still serious places like Taizu Memorial Hall.

The variety shows are coming in disorder, do you want to be blocked?

Or do you want to bear the blame?

It should be noted that this Taizu Memorial Hall is a sanctuary in many people's hearts.

Especially the Yin and Shang tribes in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, but everyone worshipped Emperor Taizu as the savior.

Taejo is indeed their savior.

So, if the people of Beizhou would know about the chaos at the Taizu Memorial Hall.

That will blow up hair.

The Kingdom of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, it was a big country with a population of three to four billion.

The economy is second only to the mainland in the Federal Empire.

It also owns a large-scale ‘militia’.

These ‘militia’s have even heavy strategic bombers.

Even the aircraft carrier battle group has two.

The Federal Empire Strategic Missile Force, I heard that a dozen brigades were also deployed in the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

I'm in a hurry, people really dare to "Qinwang" and "Qingjun side".

District variety TV station?

People can pinch to death with one finger.

You don't even have to wait for the people of Bei Zhou to scold the street.

The people in the imperial capital can tear up the guys who messed up at the Taizu Memorial Hall.

So...

It is unlikely to be a variety show on television.

Could it be a show planned by the royal family?

It is possible, but unlikely.

Lingping thought about this.

But his inner thoughts are disturbing.

"What do you do with these trivial matters?"

He has such a vague idea.

Under these thoughts, he gradually became a little indifferent.

What do you want to do?

He has always been like this.

The soldiers came to cover the water.

The boat is naturally straight to the bridge head.

I have never bothered to think about things around me.

This has always been the case.

Anyway, one person is full and the whole family is not hungry.

Everything, as long as you are comfortable.

So, he gradually stopped thinking about what it was now.

He looked at the people around him, and kept paying him solemn and pious worship.

People, men and women, young and old, put their hands together.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

"My Buddha is merciful!"

He laughed.

"Well... Whether it's a spoof or variety show!"

"Want to watch brother make a fool of yourself?"

"Don't think about it!"

As for other possibilities?

It's not in his consideration at all.

"What is my Buddha?" Lingping said in a righteous and righteous manner: "Where is there any **** and Buddha?"

While speaking, he looked for the location of the camera.

But when people saw him talking, they all showed bright smiles of great joy.

"My Buddha is right!" They said in unison: "Where is there any **** and Buddha in this world?"

"If there is, it must be a false **** and a Buddha!"

Go!

Listening to this, why does it seem to be mocking him?

Moreover, the tone is not right.

Are you like materialists who believe that there are no gods and Buddhas?

Ling Ping An looked at these people, and inexplicably thought of the believers who had seen them go to the temple when they were young.

This is also the look.

There is a word in the mouth: "Bless the Buddha, bless the god..."

There is a rosary in his hand.

But he didn't know, in the eyes of these people, his expression was as indifferent as an iceberg.

The words spoken are even more irresistible.

"What is my Buddha, my Buddha?" The Buddha's tone was full of blame, just like a school teacher who hates bad students.

"Where are there any gods and Buddhas in this world?!"

The Buddha's nostrils tremble slightly.

On Baoxiang’s solemn face, the black Buddha light is flowing with a holy color.

On the floor, the monks sitting on the black lotus, their sound of knocking on the wooden fish was also changed.

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately..."

"Let go of the obsession, the five aggregates will be empty..."

Then the two kinds of Sanskrit singing are mixed together, one high and one low, one low and the other high, echoing each other and blending with each other.

"Put down the butcher knife (put down the obsession) and become a Buddha on the spot (all the five aggregates are empty)!"

It seems that the recitation is a scripture of great freedom and great liberation from the pseudo-Buddha.

In fact, every word is a mockery and contempt for the false Buddha.

So everyone understood.

The Buddha is enlightening these laboring sentient beings.

All living beings suffer from suffering, so have fun in suffering.

The world is not worth it, so I am more worth it.

What are gods and Buddhas?

Believe in yourself, everyone is a Buddha, everyone is a god.

Only those who do not believe in themselves, those who are weak, stupid, and weak, have to kneel down and worship those clay statues and weak gods and Buddhas.

The real strong.

Stroke the throat of fate and take charge of your own life.

Break the rock to see Wukong?

Wrong!

I condense the rock into gold.

So you can replenish the sky when you go up, and you can settle down when you go down!

So, jumped out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements!

This is the real great freedom, this is the real relief!

I was too stupid, like dead wood.

Can only work the Buddha and release himself.

This grand avenue finally appeared before my eyes.

"My Buddha..." The young man who first wanted to take a photo with his mobile phone asked enthusiastically: "My disciple, please be brave enough, please give me a honorable name..."

As he said, he wanted to kneel down and worship.

But there is a power that prevents him from doing this.

He perceives in the dark that this is my Buddha's rule.

Everyone is a Buddha, everyone is himself, and everyone keeps himself.

Buddha is just the forerunner on the road to explore truth and wisdom.

Therefore, there is no need to bow down and worship, let alone the golden body and incense of the false Buddha.

As for what the pseudo-Buddha said, reading the scriptures to others, and collecting six buckets and six liters of rice gold, I still feel that it is not worth it, and I have to do bad things.

True Buddha disdains it.

Because of the true Buddha, plucking a dime to benefit the world will not do it.

He is the forerunner who walks on the path of real liberation and freedom.

For the true Buddha, sticking to my thoughts, doing my things, doing what I should do, living in the present, living in this life, and owning this life is everything!

I like my advantages.

I also like my shortcomings.

Thinking of this, the young man saw that "I Buddha" showed a bright smile of relief, a look that can be taught by a child.

I heard the Buddha say softly: "Me?"

There was a mocking sneer at the corner of his mouth.

It seems to be a mockery of the world, but also a pity for stupid beings and ignorant people.

The world is stupid, how do you know the road?

Everyone is weak, so they are deceived.

I listened to the Buddha solemnly said: "I am no heaven!"

"Wu Tian Buddha!"

He is smiling~IndoMTL.com~ Bao Xiang is solemn and extremely compassionate.

This compassion is completely different from the false compassion of the false Buddha.

It's the true compassion.

The mockery at the corner of the mouth is so sincere.

The black lotus at the foot is so magnanimous.

Just like his honorable name.

No sky!

The honorable name full of countless great wisdom and great principles.

Just after recollecting these short words, people have understood a lot.

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