I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 489: The police are always late in coming

No sky?

People recalled the honorific name uttered by the Buddha.

No sky...

Will the sky be gone?

No!

The sky is always there.

As time goes by, the years take turns.

The ancient starry sky still shines on the vast land.

So...

It's called Wutian, but it's actually a heaven.

Some people with wisdom roots think more.

No sky?

The ancient starry sky, although still shining on the vast land.

However, the ancient starry sky is different from today's starry sky.

Many ancient stars may have turned into an exploding flame one night, illuminating the entire universe.

Or perhaps, a certain star that is still shining in the sky has already turned into a flash of lightning millions or even tens of millions of years ago, blooming its last brilliance to light up the darkness. universe.

The smarter and savvy people are, the more things they think.

The word "Wu Tian", but nothing extraordinary.

But, speaking from the Buddha's mouth, it seems to contain countless philosophies, pointing straight to the Supreme Way.

So that some particularly smart people feel faintly.

If he can think clearly, the supreme wisdom contained in these two words.

Even just a small part of it.

It may be an exaggeration to become a Buddha right away.

But achieving a golden body, becoming an Arhat or King Kong, is probably easy.

Just thinking of this, these smart people knew that they had a great opportunity.

True Buddha came to the world, enlightened the world!

What an opportunity is this, what a blessing?

They wanted to kneel down and worship immediately, begging for the Buddha's love.

Give them more truths.

But...

They quickly understood.

Can’t do this.

Because my Buddha is compassionate and truly compassionate!

Pull out a hair to benefit the world but not to share it with one another.

It is better to ask for others than for yourself.

The Buddha's willingness to enlighten up to this point was already due to chance.

No matter how much it is, it is impossible.

Because it has gone beyond the true meaning of the Buddha and deviated from the road.

Just as the Buddha revealed.

I am not a false Buddha, I disdain incense, I disdain worship.

I don't need the worship and praise of sentient beings.

I'm just following my way.

I am just a forerunner on this road.

So, you should not beg me.

So, we should ask ourselves.

Thinking of this, these wise people all praised and praised: "My Buddha is merciful, my disciples will understand!"

………………

Lingping blinked and looked at the person in front of him.

Do you understand?

What do you understand?

Play a dumb puzzle with me, right?

Haha!

Don't look at who is standing in front of you?

I'm a web writer!

What big winds and waves haven't you thought about?

He chuckled, pretending to be profound: "Now that you understand, don't you hurry away?"

"Stay here, what do you want to do?"

Everyone was shocked.

Xuan even praised: "Follow my Dharma decree!"

Sure enough, they separated.

Ling Ping'an is inexplicable and completely ignorant.

He turned his head and looked at the traffic still lying on the ground.

"Why, the police haven't come yet?" he thought.

It's a bit unusual!

This is the Taizu Memorial Hall, and the security strength and level are extremely high.

As soon as it fell this year, there were several police officers in police uniforms walking over from a corridor not far away.

………………………………

Ning Qinghong took a few of his men and carefully passed the mystery barrier that finally disappeared.

She walked in.

I saw it at that time. Hundreds of people were worshipping the mysterious spirit son.

Compared with meeting in the cross slope.

Today's Lord Spirit is different again.

He didn't wear glasses, he wore a large formal suit.

His face is full of pride and rejection.

The eyes, which seemed to be soaked in ink, were dark and deep.

More importantly, the ground on which his foot was stepped.

The black lotus blossoms and stretches continuously.

The monk on the black lotus knocked on the wooden fish.

The wooden fish is silent, but there is sound.

In the mind, in the psychic energy, in the divine consciousness.

Tuk tuk tuk!

The Sanskrit singing followed.

"Nanmo Amitabha..."

"Namo Amitabha!"

"Namo Amitabha!"

Solemn, solemn, holy, weird, terrifying.

Such extremely contradictory things are all mixed together.

So that, above his head, there are faint black clouds that resemble a canopy.

Ning Qinghong swallowed.

"Wutian Buddha!" ​​She had already learned from Zhang Hui that the method that the spirit master showed now came from a clone of him.

The power named Wutian Buddha.

The power that once subverted the Journey to the West and made all Buddhas fall together.

If there is no cover in the book he wrote.

Then, he even shook Lingshan and fell.

He put on the Tathagata robes and reversed the truth of the master and disciple.

It also eroded the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the Western Heaven.

Unfortunately, that book is too short, and the following things are not written.

Perhaps, the world behind Journey to the West was destroyed.

Perhaps not.

But it is certain that he has demonstrated the lawless means.

There must be a purpose.

With these thoughts, Ning Qinghong ran over carefully.

She worked hard to make herself a little easier.

"The son..." She laughed: "What happened to you?"

She looked at the people on the ground.

To be precise, it should be a guy whose mouth and nose are tightly bound by black lotus blossoms.

More than that, on top of this man's head, there was also a dark-haired black robe, a vague monk with a blurry face.

The monk knocked the wooden fish.

Nothing is heard.

But what is certain is that he must be suffering unimaginable torture and punishment.

It is estimated that the torture he has suffered will not be better than that of the deacon who hates the school.

This can be seen from the way he is now.

This man is lying on the ground, although his mouth and nose are tightly sealed.

But his bare skin and blood vessels were constantly twitching.

………………………………

Lingping saw the lady police officer walking in front of her.

He felt that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He immediately said to the police officer: "Miss Police, you are finally here..."

"This man..." He thought for a while, but couldn't help but use uncivilized vocabulary: "I don't know if this silly pen is taking too much drugs or eating something unclean. ……"

"There are so many people, in broad daylight, we must buy and sell!"

"Then I will definitely not do it!"

"As a result, he didn't know what was going on, so he went crazy..."

"Then I planted myself on the ground!"

"If you believe it or not~IndoMTL.com~you can watch the monitoring!"

Ning Qinghong listened, coughing.

"My son, we have already seen the surveillance!" She swallowed, recalling what she saw on the surveillance screen.

Her hands are shaking slightly.

She worked hard to relax herself, and then seriously agreed with her conscience: "He did fall by himself!"

Otherwise?

Are you going against him?

Ning Qinghong just looked at the black lotus on the floor and understood that she should not have such stupid thoughts.

Now, in front of her is the Wutian Buddha.

The Heavenless Buddha who made the Buddhas fall!

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