Chapter 485: My Buddha is compassionate

Tao Zhan looked at everything in front of him silly.
A treasure from the master.
That piece of magical paper that has magical power to help him change his fate.
As long as it is pasted, anyone's mind will be distorted and become the magic paper of the puppet under his control.
Has supreme power.
Not afraid of all physical damage, even if it is burned in flames, even if it is immersed in aqua regia, it will not damage the paper.
Just like that was torn off.
It's like tearing off a page.
Then crumpled into a ball, like a ball of paper.
Then, he threw it on the ground and stomped heavily.
The divine paper is shattered.
Tao Zhan's heart also shattered.
He was looking at each other with red eyes.
"Dare to do these boring things in front of me..."
There was arrogance on the other's plain face, and those eyes became extremely dark, like an abyss.
"I beat you to death!"
His voice is not loud, but like thunder.
Do not……
That is not thunder.
It was the whisper of the evil spirits of the underworld.
It was the neighing of the deepest monsters under Jiuyou.
Tao Zhan raised his head.
Under the sunglasses, his eyes were red.
"how dare you……"
"How dare you!"
The master's divine paper was torn off.
Torn apart...
The master will kill me!
Do not……
The host will take back all the blessings he has given me.
I will become the me of the past...
Debut for many years, no one knows.
Any set, any record, lighting engineer, can scold me...
Tao Zhan, why are you so stupid?
Do you know Tao Zhan?
Don't know how to play a dead person?
Pottery exhibition! Do you tmd understand human speech?
Go away!
But now he can no longer adapt to that kind of life.
Now he is the top stream.
He is the brother of countless fans.
Even if it is a popular one, even if he has become the person he disliked the most in the past.
but……
He is red!
No matter which crew he goes to, he is a master.
Director, screenwriter, and producer, who is not like nodding and bowing and seeing the God of Wealth.
Brother Zhan, there is a play here. I wonder if you have time to read the script?
Brother Zhan, you must help with this...
Brother Zhan, just rest! How can it bother you to suffer that hardship! Naturally, there is a stand-in to help you play it.
And every time it appears in public.
There are always countless fans, crowding the roads.
"Zhanzhan look at mom!"
"Brother Zhan, I love you!"
"Exhibition! Exhibition! Great ambition!"
To sing a song that I don't know so-called is a hundred million yuan of real money.
Just post a selfie. In one hour, there are more than 1 million comments, and the number of likes reached the maximum number specified by the system.
and so……
"I can't fail!"
"Your cat……"
He gritted his teeth.
Complete loss of sanity.
"Hurry up and give it to me!"
"Do you know who I am?"
"You have to dare to disobey me again..."
"My fan spit, scolding you to death!"
He yelled hysterically.
He rushed over desperately.
His eyes are only the cat.
He only wants the cat.
Without knowing it, his mind had already been distorted.
Don't even know, in the void behind him.
The black-haired and black-robed monk smiled with flowers.
"Amitabha, I am so compassionate!"
The Twelfth Stage Black Lotus was sitting down and spinning.
Strips of twisted tentacles stretched out from under the black lotus.
At the end of the void.
Countless arhats, vajra and bodhisattvas, who were rotten and covered with terrible maggots, all smiled with relief.
They faced one direction one after another, their festering mouths burst open suddenly, blooming like flower buds.
"Amitabha! Wutian Buddha is merciful!"
These once sacred Buddhas have now been completely distorted.
They became Buddhas of distortion, chaos, and darkness.
The monk sitting on the black lotus waved quietly.
It turned into a little light and shadow, fell on the shadow of Lingping, and then got in.
Heavenless Buddha.
It's just a thought.
A stronger idea.
It's just an imagined Buddha.
At this time, Tao Zhan had just rushed to Ling Ping An.
Lingping looked at him wearing a hat, sunglasses and a mask, and a pair of traffic that wanted to hide his name, but was suddenly stimulated, screaming, and rushed to him hysterically.
"Gan!" Ling'an raised his eyebrows: "Is this special?"
"Is this drug taking drugs?" he thought.
The entertainment circles of the Federal Empire are the same as those of the whole world.
Those guys who are so boring that they have doubts about life can easily lose themselves in Vanity Fair.
Therefore, every year, several are exposed to drug use.
then……
There's no after that!
The cultural traditions and values ​​of the Federal Empire will not tolerate any public figure having a bad influence on others.
Let alone drug abuse, they are cheating stars. Both men and women will be collectively blocked for a period of time.
This is not an executive order, nor is it an official instruction.
It is the collective consciousness of the entire society in action.
This is why, the traffic of the Federal Empire will always advertise themselves as ‘roots are growing red’, and strive to gain mainstream recognition.
This is probably the more you lack, the more you want.
Ling Ping'an watched rushing over, with the same flow as a madman.
He hugged his cat and jumped aside.
The other party rushed too hard, and was flashed past by the spirit inadvertently.
Click directly and fell to the ground.
The skull slammed on the hard and smooth floor with a crisp sound.
At this time, Ling Ping'an discovered that the entire exhibition hall was already looking at him.
The eyes of these people are a little weird.
Lingping was dumbfounded.
He quickly put aside the relationship: "I didn't do anything!"
"This Shabi fell on its own!"
Never want to fall on him.
Especially fans of this shabi.
Lingping believes that the exhibition hall is monitored.
He did not come across this product.
This guy probably used drugs too much, thinking he was so powerful he was going to become a superman.
But the whole exhibition hall was quiet and terrible.
Lingping even heard the voices of many people gulping.
He blinked and didn't quite understand, what did these people just see?
……………………
Zheng Manjing came out of the elevator.
Suddenly, she turned her head away.
She grew up in the light of the Buddha's bone relic and was extremely sensitive to the power of the Buddha.
She lowered her head.
I saw a black lotus platform reflected on the marble floor of the exhibition hall.
The lotus terrace is open in all directions.
The light of Buddha spread silently.
It is a black Buddha light.
The hand strap woven from Buddha lotus seeds that she had been wearing on her wrist was trembling slightly.
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"Amitabha!"
"The Godless Buddha is merciful!"
"Buddha without Heaven?!" Zheng Manjing's heart beat suddenly.
Although, she understands that there is no Buddha named Wutian in the myth.
but……
Color is emptiness and color.
Is name important to the Buddha?
unimportant!
The Tathagata can be Tathagata, it can also be Lairu, it can be Zhang San, or Li Si.
So what Buddhism says is to let go of obsessions and cut off troubles.
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