Chapter 83: Home

　　 The monk raised his head and looked at the drone in the sky.
　　 Then he smiled, and the cassock fell from the sky and put it on his burly body.
　　 his hands rolled towards the earth, and pieces of equipment and props shining with various lights fell into his big hands.
　　 "My Buddha is merciful!" He chanted a Buddha's name in a low voice, and he was full of joy in his heart.
　　 With these things, the owner will definitely be happy.
　　 Then, he looked back at the hill who was kneeling on the ground and had been completely transformed into a devout monk.
　　 "Chier!" He picked up the stick and the copper bowl: "Let's go! Let's go!"
　　 "My Buddha's sweet dream needs your contribution!"
　　 Hill stood up stupidly, like a monk, folded his hands together: "Yes, master!"
　　 then followed the monk named Fahai, and the two disappeared into the surveillance range of the drone step by step.
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　　 Zhang Hui looked at everything displayed on the screen.
　　 He couldn't help swallowing, although the governor often told him that the water in this world is very deep.
　　 Since the rejuvenation of spiritual energy, all sorts of strange things and tricks have emerged one after another.
　　 He has indeed seen many weird things that ordinary people can't even imagine in their lives.
　　 But such a change today is still beyond his imagination.
　　 "This master..." He looked at Situ He and said, "How exactly did you cultivate?"
　　 According to the information, he was born in 2821 in the Republican Era more than thirty years ago, and now he is thirty-three years old when he is full.
　　 He was a monk at the age of ten, that is to say, the combined practice time is only 23 years!
　　 Twenty-three years, unknown.
　　 Twenty-three years, clear cultivation of bitter meditation.
　　 For 23 years, he did not ask for any resources from the Federal Empire and the Black Guard.
　　 Now, become famous in one fell swoop!
　　 At this time, Zhang Hui's cell phone rang, he picked it up and checked the number, then connected.
"Ok……"
"what?"
　　 "Master Jinghui passed away five years ago..."
"Ok……"
　　 Zhang Hui put down the phone with a weird look.
　　 "What's wrong?" Situ He asked.
　　 "The person who just contacted the office called and said..." Zhang Hui looked at the screen: "This Zen Master Fahai’s teacher Jinghui passed away five years ago..."
　　 "Is there a problem?" Situ He didn't quite understand.
　　 "Jinghui Zen Master died of love killing..." Zhang Hui said with a weird expression: "It was a young woman from Xin Luolai who killed the Zen Master..."
　　 Situ He looked strange as he listened.
　　 A monk who is full of wine, meat and wealth has cultivated a great virtue and monk? And is it a Werewolf Duke who can suppress Qin Lu, a master who can save a vicious devil and apostle?
　　 Is this special...
　　 "General Situ..." Zhang Hui said, "I remember, how many recommended places for Black Guards this year?"
　　 "Hmm..." Situ He nodded.
　　 "Add the name of Zen Master Jinghui!" Zhang Hui said.
　　 Situ He stunned for a while before nodding: "Okay, I'll do it right away!"
　　 The Federal Empire has had a tradition of chasing after the late deceased monks and men of Taoism.
　　 Just, chasing a monk with wine, meat and wealth?
　　 It doesn't seem very pleasant to say it.
and so……
　　 can only help him beautify...
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　　 The burly monk led the converted Hill through the barriers of reality and dreams.
　　 Finally he stopped in front of a door.
　　 "Fool! Go in!" said the monk.
　　 Hill folded his hands and bowed to the monk: "Master, the disciple is gone!"
　　 The monk nodded compassionately.
　　 Then he looked at Hill and stepped into the door.
　　 Hill walked in and found that he had come to a world made up of steel and machinery.
　　 One huge turret, suspended in the air.
　　 A huge mechanical guard, patrolling continuously among them.
　　The huge gear appeared in the sky.
　　 Click, click, click...
　　"Goodness!" Hill folded his hands together: "Nanwu Gatlin Bodhisattva!"
　　 "Satisfaction, there will be more steaming Buddha in the future!"
　　 Then, a miraculous machine fell from the sky and covered him.
　　 Several robotic arms stretched out from all directions.
　　 installed parts one by one into his body, casting pieces of steel into his flesh and blood.
　　 He was a headless undead, an apostle of hell.
　　 Therefore, his transformation potential is extremely strong.
　　 An hour later, a brand-new mechanical guard with multi-barreled Gatling guns on both arms and walking on both feet was completed.
　　 It went out of the machinery factory that transformed it.
　　 Then raised two arms, aimed at the sky, bang bang bang!
　　 The Gatling gun continued to fire.
　　 "Amitabha Buddha!" ​​The electronic mechanical sound rang indifferently.
　　 An instruction was sent to the electronic brain that had been modified.
　　 It understands.
　　The great Gatling Bodhisattva needs it to guard a steel altar for him!
　　 So, it walked towards a whirlpool and finally disappeared in it.
　　 It will become an eternal guard of that altar.
　　 Until, the merciful and compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva came to that world.
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　　 Elizabeth brought thousands of refugees.
　　 gathered in front of the steel altar day and night.
　　 They recite the great praises from the "Mechanical Gospel".
　　 Piously dedicate his beliefs to the great spirit of all chances, the compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva, and there will be more Buddhas in the future!
　　Because they have witnessed miracles, they have also witnessed the compassion of Gatling Bodhisattva and the greatness of the spirit of all opportunities.
　　 "Bell the big bell once, push the lever..."
　　 In the chanting again and again, the steel altar melted gradually.
at last……
　　 It slowly becomes a real altar under everyone's comments.
　　 A whirlpool appeared in the center of steel and machinery.
　　The molten steel flows in it like water.
　　 The sound of mechanical truth comes from it.
　　 A huge steel palm suddenly stretched out from it and grabbed the steel floor at the edge of the vortex.
　　 Then, its head made of machinery and steel came out of the vortex.
　　 Then, it was a huge body of six or seven meters high.
　　 It crawled out of the vortex of the altar, and its two steel-forged arms began to deform, and finally became the holy artifact of the great Gatling Bodhisattva—multiple Gatling cannons!
　　 It looked at the world indifferently~EbookFREE.me~ The sun above its head, there is not much temperature.
　　 is slowly being eroded by a terrifying evil god.
　　 This world is sad and pathetic.
　　 But it has no feelings, there will be no emotion.
　　 It mechanically walked to Elizabeth in front of the crowd, and its steel-forged feet knelt down.
　　 Elizabeth looked at it, the servant of Gatlin Bodhisattva.
　　 She knew that this was the Buddhist soldier descended by the Bodhisattva.
　　 Guard this mechanical temple for her, the guardian of the steel altar.
　　 So, she took out the mechanical gospel and recited the gospel to it: "The way of steel is materialistic..."
　　 "The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, and the steel is eternal!"
"Amen!"
　　 After listening to this mass, the giant mechanical guard stood up, then walked to the corner of the altar, blending his body into it, leaving only half of the mechanical head outside, looking like a giant sleeping inside the altar.
　　 From now on, it will only wake up when a powerful foreign enemy comes.
　　 And its mission here is very simple.
　　The elect of the liberation of the Bodhisattva, let the steel bhikkhuni hunt more children and minions of the evil for the compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva, and obtain more believers.
　　 Prepare for the eternal lord to finally descend into this world.
　　He will return!
　　 He will also be doomed to wake up!
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　　 See you are either picking weeds or picking wisteria flowers every day. Are you too poor to buy meat? What about precision poverty alleviation? I am not only the village flower, but also the village party secretary!