Chapter 482: The Buddha is rciful
Tao Zhan looked at everything in front of him in a daze.
It was the treasure that his master had given him.
That piece of divine paper with magical strength helped him defy the heavens and change his fate.
As long as it was stuck on, anyone’s mind would be distorted and beco the divine paper of the puppet that he controlled.
It was a divine paper that was resistant to all physical damages, even if it was roasted in the flas or soaked in the water.
However, at this mont, it was torn apart just like that.
It had been torn like a piece of paper.
He crumpled it into a ball, just like crumpling a piece of paper.
Then, he threw it on the ground and stomped on it.
As the divine paper was damaged, Tao Zhan’s heart also shattered.
His eyes were red as he looked at the other party.
“If you dare to do such boring things in front of again…”
Arrogance appeared on the other party’s ordinary face. His eyes beca extrely dark, just like an abyss.
“I’ll beat you to death!”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it was like thunder.
No…
It wasn’t thunder.
It was the whisper of the evil spirits in Hell.
It was the hissing of the deepest demons in hell.
Tao Zhan raised his head.
His eyes were red under the sunglasses.
“How dare you… How dare you!”
“Master’s divine paper was torn apart… Master will beat to death!
“No… Master will take back all the blessings he gave . I will beco the past … I have debuted for many years, and no one knows. Any studio, any studio manager, any lighting master, can scold … Tao Zhan, why are you so stupid? Tao Zhan! Do you understand human language? Get lost!”
The current him could no longer adapt to that kind of life.
The current him was the top class.
He was the elder brother in the hearts of countless fans.
He had sold himself to beco famous; he had beco the person he used to dislike the most.
However, he was still famous!
No matter which production team he went to, he was above everyone else.
Director, scriptwriter, producer… Who wasn’t bowing and bowing like they were eting the god of wealth.
“Brother Zhan, there’s a scene here. Do you have ti to read the script? Brother Zhan, you must help with this matter… Brother Zhan, you just need to rest! How could I trouble you to go through that hardship!”
Naturally, there would be a stunt double to act it out for you.
And every ti he appeared in public.
There would always be countless fans crowding the roads.
“Zhan Zhan, look at Mommy!”
“Brother Zhan, I love you!”
“Zhan Zhan!”
Just a random song was worth 100 million in cash.
Just a random selfie, and within an hour, there were more than a million comnts. The number of likes had reached the maximum limit set by the system.
So…
“I can’t fail!”
“Your cat…”
He gritted his teeth.
He had completely lost his rationality.
“Quickly give it to !”
“Do you know who I am?”
“If you dare to disobey again…”
“Each of my fans will spit on you and curse you to death!”
He shouted hysterically.
He rushed over recklessly.
He only had eyes for that cat; he only wanted that cat.
But he had no idea that his mind had long been distorted.
Neither did he know that in the void behind him, the black-haired, black-robed monk was smiling while holding a flower.
“Amitabha, I am truly rciful to the extre!”
The twelfth grade Black Lotus was spinning under its seat.
Nurous distorted tentacles extended out from under the Black Lotus.
At the end of the void.
Countless Arhats, Vajras, and Bodhisattvas, whose bodies were rotten and their flesh was crawling with terrifying maggots, all revealed relieved smiles.
They all faced one direction. Their festering mouths suddenly split open and blood like buds.
“Amitabha! Amitabha is rciful!”
These once Holy Buddhas had now been completely distorted.
They had beco the Buddhas of distortion, chaos, and darkness.
The monks sitting on the Black Lotus quietly waved their hands.
They turned into a light shadow, fell on Ling Ping’an’s shadow, and then burrowed in.
Buddha without heaven.
It was just a thought that was a little stronger.
It was just an imagined Buddha.
At this mont, Tao Zhan had just rushed to Ling Ping’an.
The man in front of him was wearing a bamboo hat, sunglasses, and a mask. He wanted to hide his identity, but he was suddenly provoked. He scread and rushed to his front hysterically.
“F*ck!” Ling Ping’an raised his eyebrows. “What is going on? Did this guy take drugs?” he thought.
The entertainnt circle of the Federal Empire was the sa as the entertainnt circle of the whole world.
Those people who were so bored that they had begun to doubt their lives easily lost themselves in the Vanity Fair.
Therefore, every year, a few b*stards were exposed to take drugs.
The cultural traditions and values of the federal empire would not tolerate any public figures having a bad influence on others.
Not to ntion taking drugs, even celebrities who cheated, regardless of gender, would be collectively banned for a period of ti.
This was not an administrative order, nor was it an official instruction.
Instead, it was the collective consciousness of the entire society acting.
This was why the Federal Empire would always flaunt their discipline and strive to gain the mainstream’s approval.
This was probably because the more they lacked, the more they wanted.
Ling Ping’an looked at the traffic that was charging over like a madman.
He hurriedly hugged his cat and jumped to the side.
The other party was charging too fiercely, and Ling Ping’an dodged it accidentally.
With a thud, he fell to the ground.
His head smashed into the hard and smooth floor, making a crisp sound.
At this mont, Ling Ping’an realized that everyone in the exhibition hall was already looking at him.
The gazes of these people were a little strange.
Ling Ping’an was dumbfounded.
He quickly pulled away from the relationship. “I didn’t do anything!”
“This idiot fell on his own! Don’t even think about blaming it on him.”
Especially this idiot’s fans.
Ling Ping’an believed that the exhibition hall had surveillance caras.
He really didn’t et this guy, who had probably taken too many drugs and thought that he was so aweso that he was about to beco Superman.
But the entire exhibition hall was terrifyingly quiet.
Ling Ping’an even heard the sound of many people swallowing their saliva.
He blinked, not quite understanding what these people had just seen?
…
Zheng Manjing ca out of the elevator.
Suddenly, she turned her head.
Growing up under the light of Buddha’s bone relics, she was extrely sensitive to the strength of Buddha.
She lowered her head.
She saw a black lotus throne reflected on the marble floor of the exhibition hall.
As the Lotus throne was split open, the Buddha’s light spread silently.
It was the Black Buddha’s light.
The bracelet on her wrist, which was woven from the lotus seeds of the Buddha Lotus, was trembling slightly.
In the lotus seeds, one could vaguely hear the praises of the Buddhas.
“Amitabha!”
“Buddha Amitabha is rciful!”
“Buddha Amitabha? !” Zheng Manjing’s heart started beating rapidly as she understood that there was no Buddha nad Amitabha in the mythical grade.
Was the na important to the Buddha?
It was not important!
Tathagata could be Tathagata, it could also be Zhang San or Li Si.
Therefore, the most Buddhism talked about was to put down the obsession and cut off the troubles.
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