"Do you know those ten thousand Buddha statues?"
The old monk looked calm and quite indifferent.
Su Mu was startled when he heard this.
Who knows the ten thousand Buddha statues in Wanfo Temple? It was an offering made voluntarily by the people of Nishinomiya City, and it contained endless will and faith.
Comparable to a treasure!
"You...could you be the abbot back then?"
Su Mu became less vigilant.
"Yes and no."
The old monk mumbled.
"What does this mean?"
Su Mu was puzzled.
"We all died in the battle back then, and we are still alive because of the people's will, but in the end we cannot go against God's will, and we will disperse sooner or later."
"But the huge willpower and faith actually operated independently at the last moment, condensing the consciousness and strength of us Buddhist monks, and finally survived..."
"But we are one body because of this. I am just the main consciousness."
"If the people continue to have faith, I will have another kind of eternal life."
The old monk spoke leisurely.
It seems like reminiscing about the past.
"Are you the ten thousand Buddhas?"
Su Mu's pupils shrank, how could the power of faith have such a magical effect?
However, is it certain that there will be no problems if the consciousnesses of ten thousand Buddhas are mixed together?
As if he could see what Su Mu was thinking, the old monk smiled and said again: "Little donor, don't think too much. Existences like ours are rare. Being able to coexist stably is a miracle. Nothing is incomprehensible. .”
When Su Mu thought about it, it was true.
The power of faith can make ten thousand Buddhas live forever, why can't they have a stable consciousness?
"Why are you here?"
Su Mu turned to ask.
There is still a trace of doubt in my heart.
It is the coexistence of ten thousand Buddhas, so why does it appear in this tomb, and who built this tomb?
It's so hasty and ordinary, it doesn't look like the handiwork of the Buddha in the temple.
"You must have doubts about the incident at Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, right?"
The old monk sighed softly.
"Aren't you the ones making offerings to the Buddha statue?"
Su Mu looked solemn.
"As you said."
The old monk nodded after hearing this.
really!
Su Mu felt it was a bit tricky, "If I can expel you from the Buddha statue, I'm afraid the identity of the other party is not simple, right?"
"The handwriting of the Great Demon Buddha."
The old monk also said calmly.
Although he had this guess, it was confirmed, and Su Mu still couldn't calm down.
That is a shining existence in ancient history!
Although he is bloodthirsty, the emperor's demeanor cannot be ignored. Facing such a top emperor, anyone will feel panic in their hearts.
"What do you want me to do?"
Su Mu pondered for a long time and finally spoke.
What did he want to do... at least not let the Demon Buddha Emperor be resurrected so easily.
"Smash all those Buddha statues to pieces!"
The old monk said decisively.
"Break them all?"
Su Mu was stunned.
"Yes, only by smashing them all will they be unable to continue to absorb the power of people's faith, strengthen themselves, and live another life!"
The old monk looked sharp, as if he was a different person.
Su Mu didn't think much about it. He was the symbiosis of Ten Thousand Buddhas, and it was normal to have different consciousnesses and personalities.
"What about you?"
After a moment of silence, Su Mu raised his eyes and asked.
If the Buddha statue is broken into pieces, the old monk may not be able to absorb the nutrients. He relies on the power of faith to exist. If he does this, he may also dissipate.
"I'm already dead, why should I care about this?"
The old monk laughed heartily and could only feel calm.
Su Mu admired him in his heart. How many people in the world want to seek eternal life? It is rare for an old monk to give up so decisively.
He fully understands how crazy some people can be in order to live forever, and they are even willing to become monsters that are neither human nor ghosts.
As for the old monk, he enjoys the incense and admiration of the world. This kind of eternal life is undoubtedly one of the best choices. If it were Su Mu himself, it would be difficult to give up.
There are so many people thinking about me day and night. Who can let go of this feeling so easily?
"Is there any other solution?"
Su Mu didn't want to see such a righteous being fall like this. If he were here, the people of Nishinomiya City would also receive feedback from the power of faith and achieve mutual benefit.
"This is the best way!"
The old monk spoke without comment.
As if he wanted to die.
Su Mu couldn't help but be a little confused. He seemed a little anxious?
Could it be that... the Demon Buddha Emperor and others are about to use these powers to live another life?
"There are many masters in Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. It would be difficult to break all the Buddha statues."
"And... the people of Nishinomiya City may not be able to accept it, right?"
Su Mu said lightly.
If you really want to break these Buddha statues, you need some planning.
If it is true as the old monk said, it is impossible that the Demon Buddha Emperor did not have a back-up plan.
"Little benefactor, the most important thing is the common people in the world. If the Buddha statue is gone, it can be rebuilt, but if those evil tricks succeed, it will harm tens of millions of people!"
"I can help you delay the strong man who lives in Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and the rest is up to you."
"You are the one who is destined to do it."
The old monk looked like he was entrusted with an important task.
"The Destined One?"
Su Mu was puzzled and wanted to ask more questions, but he saw the old monk sitting cross-legged on the ground, chanting Buddha's name and chanting sutras.
The Buddhist golden inscriptions rushed toward Su Mu, trying to merge into him.
"Little donor, I'm giving you a big gift, please keep it!"
The old monk murmured.
The Buddha's light enveloped the whole body, giving him an indescribable feeling of comfort.
The bottleneck of the realm has begun to loosen, as if he can break through to the virtual god realm at any time.
Su Mu originally thought that his level was rising too fast, so how could he go back and absorb the power of this golden Buddhist text?
But...I can't shirk it now.
"System, absorb and refine!"
Su Mu's mind moved, and he frantically absorbed the golden Buddhist text, refined it into an experience bottle, and temporarily stored it in the system.
In just half a stick of incense, he had condensed the power of a hundred years of hard work, which made Su Mule happy. When one day he felt that he had accumulated enough, he could take out this bottle of experience and turn it into his own heritage.
The power that has been absorbed by the system has been refined to the purest and most essence. Even if it is absorbed at one time, it will not be harmful to the body, but will also enhance the combat power!
"Strange...why can't he notice the slightest change when this power is integrated into his body? And he can't feel it anymore?"
The old monk looked at Su Mu, feeling strange and puzzled.
Something is wrong!
"Thank you for the gift, senior."
Su Mu bowed respectfully.
"Haha, go ahead."
The old monk smiled, but there was no smile at all.
"I will definitely handle the things that senior has asked me to do for you!"
Su Mu promised.
"You are the one destined to do this, and this will come true."
The old monk said not surprisingly.
Su Mu nodded, a flash of light flashed across his eyes, then he lowered his eyes and retreated respectfully without saying a word.
The golden light dissipated, and the old monk's figure disappeared.
Outside the tomb, the voices of gods and demons no longer chanted, and all visions disappeared.
Su Mu left the tomb in a hurry. Before Yan Qingming could ask questions, he grabbed him and walked towards the passage.
