I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Lingpingan looked at the people around him suspiciously.

Everyone seemed to be looking at him with some fear.

"What's going on?" He didn't quite understand.

"I haven't done anything!"

He looked at the flow who fell to the ground and seemed stunned.

Then he looked around at the people who were looking at him, not even daring to express their anger.

"Am I scary?" He looked at a young man who seemed to be holding a mobile phone and was about to take a photo, but he froze in place and did not dare to move.

"No..." The young man showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Master has a majestic appearance and is very compassionate..."

"How can I be afraid?"

"Master?" Lingpingan was a little confused: "The treasure is solemn? Is it very compassionate?"

He looked at the man's expression.

Something doesn't feel right.

Taunting me in a weird way?

But I didn't do anything!

I am innocent.

So, Lingpingan took a step forward and looked at the man: "Friend, you can't talk nonsense!"

He pointed to the guy who fell down at that place: "This guy fell to the ground by himself!"

"Don't taint my innocence!"

"You must be conscientious!"

"Yes, yes!" The other party nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Master is right!"

"Who are you calling Master?" Lingpingan was unhappy: "Are you scolding me?"

"Don't dare!" The other person seemed to be very frightened, his calves were cramping, and the facial features on his face were about to clump together. He carefully tested: "Bodhisattva is compassionate?"

this……

The scolding became even more fierce!

Lingpingan glanced at the others from the corner of his eyes.

There are probably hundreds of people in this exhibition hall now.

But everyone was looking at him, looking scared.

But the young man in front of him was frightened.

He actually shouted: "I am the Buddha who is compassionate!"

He also put his hands together and worshiped.

this……

Lingpingan sighed.

Don't use such curse words.

I am a good citizen and abide by the law!

Growing up, I never broke the law.

Even when crossing the road, you only use the sidewalk.

How could I be a criminal?

But he looked at the flow that was on the ground, fell hard and hasn't gotten up yet.

Look at the people around you again.

Everyone is well-dressed.

so……

Did they misunderstand me as some kind of vicious criminal?

These three people become tigers...

What to do?

But Lingpingan doesn't know what image he looks like in the eyes of others at this moment.

At this moment, on the marble floor of this pavilion.

The black lotus blooms are like the floor projection technology used in those TV shows, blooming lifelike.

On each black lotus, there seems to be a monk with a solemn appearance, black hair and black robes whose appearance is unclear.

The monk knocked on the wooden fish.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

The sound of wooden fish echoes in people's hearts.

There is also a vague and strange sound of Sanskrit singing, accompanied by the sound of wooden fish.

"Namo Amitabha……"

"Namo Amitabha!"

"Namo Amitabha!"

Sanskrit singing is solemn and sacred, just like the Buddha singing, and also like the Buddhas praising.

There are also pieces of Buddhist treasures swaying in the soul, exuding solemnity and holiness.

However, it all comes together.

This should be a solemn, holy, sacred and solemn Sanskrit chant.

But it feels strangely like an evil Buddha from the six realms of hell is reciting sutras that blaspheme all Buddhas.

Just like what the demon king Bo Xun said to the Buddha in the myth and legend.

"At the end of the Dharma, my sons and grandsons will wear your robes, destroy your Dharma, and practice the devil's way in the name of the Buddha!"

People were trembling and trembling.

In such an extremely evil and terrifying atmosphere, who would dare to sit still?

Being wise and protecting yourself is the best way.

So, hundreds of people looked at the man who was stepping on the black lotus, and his ordinary face showed an extremely arrogant, indifferent, and extremely evil look.

His eyes seemed to be soaked in ink.

Dark and deep.

As a result, people couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"My Buddha is compassionate!" Everyone praised in unison.

In front of such evil people, it's better to pretend to be a grandson.

I didn't see Cai Cai, and he immediately became unhappy when he was called "Master". He was also unhappy when he was called "Bodhisattva" until he shouted, "I am the compassionate Buddha."

Did this strange young man finally feel relieved and show a hint of "teachable" expression?

A man can bend and stretch.

Just shout "My Buddha is compassionate" and you won't lose two pieces of meat.

But the pain is gone and the soul is at peace.

He listened to the praises of hundreds of people.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

He felt strange.

I don't understand the brain circuits of these people at all.

He is not a magic stick, nor is he a monk!

Why is it just ‘I am the Buddha who is compassionate’?

only……

Amid the praises of 'My Buddha is compassionate', the thought of spiritual peace gradually began to deviate.

………………

Zhang Hui looked at the surveillance camera.

He did not dare to move his eyes even for a moment.

Blossoming black lotuses bloom on the floor of the exhibition hall in a corner of Taizu Memorial Hall.

Monks with black hair and black robes were sitting among the lotus flowers.

I can't see clearly, and I don't know the details.

All I know is that they were knocking on the wooden fish in front of them.

Although he couldn't hear the sound at the scene, he could imagine how scared the people at the scene were now.

"Can he even have a hand in the Buddhist world?"

Zhang Hui thought.

Before, the huge bronze golden man was shocking enough.

And now, another Buddhist master with black hair and black robes has appeared!

Based on past experience, it is estimated that this powerful man with black hair and black robes is probably just a clone of him or a vest he once used!

"Black hair and black robe?"

Zhang Hui suddenly remembered something.

He immediately turned around, operated on the computer next to him, and finally called up a report.

Index section of the 'False Accusation' project.

He looked at the introduction on it.

"Buddha Wutian!" Zhang Hui took a deep breath.

"It turns out that He has already written for us the story of a certain clone he owns!"

Wutian Buddha is a novel written by that person.

Belongs to Black Journey to the West.

It only has 200,000 to 300,000 words, and tells the story of a man named "Wudian Buddha" who turned the world upside down during his journey to the west, causing all the Buddhas to fall together, and the sun and the moon to lose light.

Originally, Zhang Hui didn't care.

After all, nowadays, let alone the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

Even Arhat Vajra, no one has awakened.

In the past two hundred years, among all the eminent Buddhist monks in the world, only a few have been able to achieve the state of Arhat.

Therefore, the person in charge of the False Accusation Project just glanced at the book and threw it aside.

Who knew...

This neglected thing actually hides such crucial information!

Wutian Buddha!

That book completely subverted the plot of Journey to the West and made all the Buddhas fall together.

It actually appeared in reality.

This also means that the book is about what really happened.

He puts the facts before people.

But people turned a blind eye.

Zhang Hui shook his head gently.

"Humanity……"

"Always bound by one's own inherent knowledge!"