I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 485: My Buddha is compassionate
Tao Zhan looked at everything in front of him silly.
The treasure from the master.
The magical paper that has magical power to help him change his fate.
As long as it is posted, anyone’s mind will be distorted and become the magic paper of the puppet under his control.
Have supreme power.
It is not afraid of all physical damage, even if it is burned in flames, even if it is immersed in aqua regia, it will not be damaged.
It was just torn off.
It’s like tearing off a page.
Then knead it into a ball, like a ball of paper.
Then he threw it on the ground and stomped on his foot severely.
The divine paper is shattered.
Tao Zhan’s heart also shattered.
He is looking at each other with red eyes.
“Dare to do these boring things in front of me…”
Arrogance appeared on the other’s plain face, and those eyes became extremely dark, like an abyss.
“I will kill you!”
His voice is not loud, but like thunder.
No…
That is not thunder.
It is the whisper of the evil spirit of the underworld.
It was the neighing of the deepest monsters under the Nine Nethers.
Tao Zhan raised his head.
He under the sunglasses, his eyes are red.
“How dare you…”
“How dare you!”
The master’s divine paper was torn off.
It was torn apart…
The master will kill me!
No…
The master 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 recording, 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?
The pottery exhibition! Do you tmd understand human speech?
Go away!
Now he can no longer adapt to that kind of life.
He is now the top performer.
Is the brother of countless fans.
Even if it is a popular seller, even if he has become the most disliked person in the past.
But…
He’s 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 me with this matter…
Brother Zhan, just rest! How can it bother you to suffer that hardship! Naturally, there is a stand-in to help you play it.
Every time it appears in public.
There are always countless fans, crowding the roads.
“Exhibition and see mom!”
“Brother Zhan, I love you!”
“Exhibition! Exhibition! Great ambition!”
Sing a song that I don’t know so-called, it is a hundred million yuan of real money.
Post a random selfie. In one hour, there were more than 1 million comments, and the number of likes reached the maximum number specified by the system.
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 fans spit with one mouthful, scolding you to death!”
He yelled hysterically.
Desperately rushed over.
His eyes are only the cat.
He only needs the cat.
He didn’t know 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 grade black lotus was sitting down and spinning.
The twisted tentacles stretched out from under the black lotus.
At the end of the void.
Countless arhats, vajra, and bodhisattvas, who were rotten all over, covered with terrible maggots, all smiled relievedly.
They all faced one direction after another, and their festering mouths burst open, blooming like flower buds.
“Amitabha! Godless 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.
Buddha without heaven.
It’s just a thought.
A stronger idea.
It’s just an imagined Buddha.
At this moment, Tao Zhan just rushed to Ling Ping An.
Ling Ping An looked at him wearing a hat, sunglasses and a mask, and a pair of traffic that wanted to be incognito, but was suddenly stimulated, screaming, and rushed to him hysterically.
“Gan!” Ling’an raised his eyebrows: “Is there any end to this special?”
“Is this drug taking drugs?” he thought.
The entertainment circle of the Federal Empire is the same as the entertainment circle of the whole world.
The guys who are so boring that they have doubts about their lives can easily lose themselves in Vanity Fair.
So, every year, several **** are exposed to drugs.
Then…
There will be no more!
The cultural traditions and values of the Federal Empire will not tolerate any public figures having a bad influence on others.
Don’t talk about drugs, they are cheating stars. Both men and women will be collectively blocked for a period of time.
This is not an administrative 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 always advertises that they are “rooted and red”, trying their best to gain mainstream recognition.
This is probably the more you lack, the more you want.
Ling Ping An watched rushing over, already having the same flow as a madman.
He hurriedly hugged his cat and jumped aside.
The opponent rushed too hard, and was flashed past by the spirit without paying attention.
Just click and fall to the ground.
The skull hit the hard and smooth floor, making a crisp sound.
At this time, Lingping realized 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!”
Don’t want to fall on him.
Especially fans of this evil pen.
Lingping believes that the exhibition hall is monitored.
He did not come across this stuff.
This guy probably used drugs too much, thinking he was so powerful he was going to become a superman.
But the whole exhibition hall is 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 Buddha’s light from the Buddha 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 four.
The light of Buddha spread silently.
It is a black Buddha light.
The hand strap woven from the lotus seeds on her wrist was trembling slightly.
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“Amitabha!”
“Wu Tian Buddha is compassionate!”
“Wu Tian Buddha?!” Zheng Manjing’s heart beat suddenly.
Although, she understands that there is no Buddha named Wutian in the myth.
But…
Color is empty or color.
Does the name matter to the Buddha?
Not important!
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 obsession and cut off troubles.
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