"good."
Hei Wuchang nodded and jumped into the coffin in the blood river.
The coffin boards merged, slowly sank, and finally disappeared.
In front of Bai Wuchang, the door made of fingers appeared again. He stepped in and the wooden door disappeared.
For a time, the originally lively place became quiet again.
Only the middle-aged man in red robe was left on the bridge, holding a book of "Zhang Ziliang's Quotations" in his hand and studying it carefully, showing signs of sudden enlightenment from time to time.
It’s like every word in it is like a pearl, it’s so wonderful!
…
Buddhist country.
Wang Ye's eyes flickered as he looked at the most detailed statistics of the Buddhist countries in front of him.
Sure enough, what he took away before was only a small part of the Buddhist Kingdom.
Buddhist country...
Rich!
Too much of a good thing.
All that is truly valuable is on this mountain.
Remembering the locations of all the good things in his mind, Wang Ye put the information away calmly.
Some of them are related to the branch of Buddhist power and will be sent back to Zhang Ziliang. There may be other arrangements.
“Is that all there is!!!”
Wang Ye's expression was very ugly, and he looked at the old monk in front of him and said.
Jie Hui's body stiffened and he sighed: "Alas, after the eternal night, the Buddhist Kingdom can only maintain the safety of the city. The daily losses are too great."
Wang Ye nodded slightly, but his expression was still bad. He snorted and said, "When I wake up, I see such an embarrassing scene. Isn't it ridiculous?"
"Is this worthy of all Buddhas?"
"It seems that what the seniors said makes sense. It's time for a change!"
Wang Ye seemed to have said something inadvertently, but soon realized something was wrong and suddenly began to remain silent.
Jie Ai was stunned for a moment, a flash of thought flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it again, and instead of asking questions, he slowly retreated.
After leaving, Jiehe stood at the door of the Buddha Temple in silence for a long time, and then walked in a direction.
A small temple that looks very ordinary is qualified to be opened on this mountain.
Jie Ai opened the temple door and went in. Two old monks were sitting in the main hall, looking a little anxious. The moment Jie Ai came in, they stood up, came up to them and asked, "How are you doing?"
"This Bodhisattva indeed has his own plans!"
At this time, Jie Ai's expression was cold, without any of the low-brow look before, and he said with a sneer: "He said something, it's time to change things! It seems like he spilled the beans, but at this level How could you make such a stupid mistake!"
"So, it was obviously meant for me."
"I guess that the seniors of the Buddhist Kingdom who are still sleeping may be dissatisfied with the current status quo of the Buddhist Kingdom."
"Or...because they have been sleeping for too long, and there are some factors that lead to early recovery, maybe they are not so harmonious internally."
"So I'm not sure which sect our Bodhisattva belongs to and what his purpose is."
"If it is really as I guessed, our opportunity may come. When fighting at the top, we must reshuffle the cards. Seize this opportunity and soar into the sky. We may also achieve the status of Buddha."
"But I didn't make the right decision and I'm on the wrong team!"
Jie's face became colder and colder: "We may die without a burial place!"
"Are you afraid?"
After saying this, he looked at the other two old monks and said calmly.
The two old monks looked at each other with some inexplicable charm. After a long time, they clasped their hands together and said calmly: "Buddha can still cut meat and feed it to eagles, let alone us, who are just skins."
After seeing the two old monks expressing their opinions, Jiehe nodded slightly.
In this case, this small team will be temporarily established.
"Of course, everything is just my speculation, but since that Bodhisattva nodded to me, there is a reason."
"I will go see our new host again later and let the conversation open up a bit."
Jie Hui held a string of rosary beads in his hand, turned them gently, and said thoughtfully.
The two old monks nodded in unison and praised: "Good."
Jie Hui turned around and left, turned around, and returned to the Buddha Temple again.
At this time, Wang Ye was standing in the garden, with a lotus in front of him growing and maturing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Didn't you just leave?"
Wang Ye glanced at Jie Ai lightly and said.
"Master Wuwu is returning now because there is something unclear in his heart."
Jiehe glanced at Wang Ye and whispered.
Wang Ye didn't speak, and signaled Jie He to continue talking.
"The young monk wants to know what the Buddhas think of us and other believers."
"Is our future bright?"
"Can I still enjoy the Buddha's light?"
Jie Ai raised his head and focused his eyes on Wang Ye, slightly drooping his eyelids and squinting.
Wang Ye suddenly laughed.
Along with Wang Ye's smile, golden lotuses bloomed behind him, and the faint Buddha's voice around him became much clearer at this moment, making people feel calm subconsciously.
"People are like lotus flowers."
"Absorb the essence of the sun and moon and grow naturally."
"But under the Buddha's light, it can bloom so vigorously in just a few minutes."
"But... what happens when the Buddha's light is lost?"
As Wang Ye's voice fell, the light shrouding the lotus dissipated.
The blooming white lotus began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Jiehe looked at the scene in front of him and his expression changed slightly, but he didn't speak.
"Buddha, have mercy on the world and save all sentient beings."
"But there are too many sentient beings, but not many Buddhas."
"Even though I have the heart to save the common people, but..."
"Weak-hearted."
With that said, Wang Ye waved his hand again, and lotus flowers took root on the soil on the ground, becoming more and more lush.
But under Wang Ye's control, the Buddha's light was only stable.
Soon, some lotus flowers that were on the edge and could not be enveloped by the Buddha's light began to wither and rot.
Only the lotus near the center is still in full bloom.
"Are you... enlightened?"
Wang Ye glanced at Jie Ai: "All lotus flowers hope to enjoy the blessing of the Buddha's light, but after all, the Buddha's heart is limited."
"Although all living beings are equal, they are also destined to have destiny and not have destiny."
"The higher-ups are already angry."
As he said that, Wang Ye glanced at Jie Ai with deep meaning. At this time, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Jie Ai's bald head, and there was a look of fear on his face.
After a while.
He put his hands together, bowed deeply, and said to Wang Ye: "Since the age of six, the young monk has been baptized in Buddhist scriptures in front of the Buddha statue. He worships the Buddha devoutly and does not dare to neglect."
"After the eternal night, he is even more cautious and fighting, and he is passionate for the Buddhist country. The sun and the moon can learn from it."
"The young monk dare not be greedy for the Buddha's throne. I just want to spend the rest of my life by my Buddha's side."
Jie Ai's eyes were full of sincerity. Although he looked old, he was surprisingly smooth in calling himself a monk.
Wang Ye looked indifferent and waved his hand. All the lotus flowers on the ground withered and disappeared.
"Is the Buddha's heart sincere?"
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