Chapter 486: The Police Are Always Late
Wutian?
People recalled the honorific name uttered by the Buddha.
WutianâŠ
Would there be no sky?
No!
The sky had always been there.
No matter how time passed, the ancient starry sky still shines on the vast earth.
SoâŠ
The name Wutian still referred to the sky.
Some people with wisdom roots think even more.
Wutian?
Although the ancient starry sky still illuminated the vast land, it was different from todayâs sky.
Many ancient stars might have already turned into a ball of exploding flames one night and illuminated the entire universe.
Or perhaps, some star that was still shining in the sky had already turned into a bolt of lightning millions or even tens of millions of years ago and bloomed its final brilliance to light up the dark universe.
The smarter one was, the more things he would think of.
The name Wutian were nothing extraordinary.
However, when it came out of the mouth of Buddha, it seemed to contain countless philosophies that pointed directly at the Supreme Great Dao, so much so that some particularly smart people had a vague feeling.
If he could think clearly, the supreme wisdom contained in these two words.
Even if it was just a small part of it.
Becoming a Buddha on the spot might be an exaggeration.
However, becoming a golden body, an Arhat, or a Vajra, was probably an easy thing to accomplish.
Just thinking of this, these smart people knew that they had encountered a great opportunity.
The True Buddha had descended to enlighten the world!
What kind of opportunity and what kind of Lucky Thing was this?
They had wanted to immediately kneel down and worship, begging for the Buddhaâs love.
To give them more of the true dharma.
However, they soon understood that they couldnât do that.
Because the Buddha is merciful, and truly merciful!
To pluck a hair for the benefit of the world, but not to give it to anyone.
It is better to ask for it than to ask for it from yourself.
The Buddhaâs enlightenment to this point is already a result of opportunity.
It would be impossible because it has gone beyond the true meaning of the Buddha, and deviated from the Great Way.
Just like what the Buddha had revealed.
âI am not a false Buddha. I despise incense and worship. I also donât need the worship and praise of all living beings. I am just walking my path. I am also just a pioneer on this path. Therefore, you should not beg me. We should beg ourselves instead.â
When these smart people thought of this, they cupped their hands and saluted, âBuddha is merciful. I understand now!â
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Ling Pingâan blinked his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.
âDo you understand? What exactly do you understand? You want to play charades with me? Hehe! Why donât you look at who is standing in front of you? I am an author of web novels! What big waves havenât I thought of?â
He chuckled and pretended to be profound as he said, âSince you understand, why donât you quickly disperse?â
âWhat do you want to do by staying here?â
Upon hearing that, everyone was stunned.
Then, one after another, they praised, âWe will abide by the Buddhaâs decree!â
As expected, they dispersed.
Ling Pingâan was baffled and didnât understand at all.
He turned his head and looked at the traffic that was still lying on the ground.
âWhy hasnât the police arrived yet?â he thought.
It was a little unusual!
This was the ancestral hall, and the security strength and level were extremely high.
However, after the era ended, a few police officers in uniforms walked over from a cloister not far away.
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Ning Qinghong led her subordinates and carefully passed through the mystery barrier that had finally disappeared.
She walked in.
At that time, she saw hundreds of people worshipping the mysterious young master ling.
Compared to when they met at the cross slope, tyhe Young Master Ling of today was different again.
He did not wear glasses and wore a wide suit.
His face was full of arrogance and an expression that kept others at a thousand miles away.
His eyes, which seemed to be soaked in ink, were dark and deep.
More importantly, the ground beneath his feet.
Black lotuses were blooming and extending.
The monk on the black lotus beat the wooden fish.
The wooden fish emitted sounds amidst silence.
In the mind, in the psionic power, in the mind.
âKnock, Knock!â
Sanskrit came with it.
âNamo Amitabha BuddhaâŠâ
âNamo Amitabha!â
âNamo Amitabha!â
It was solemn yet familiar.
Such an extreme contradiction was mixed together.
As a result, there was a black cloud that looked like a canopy hovering above his head.
Ning Qinghong gulped.
âAmitabha Buddha!â She had already learned from Zhang Hui that this young master Lingâs current technique came from one of his avatars.
The almighty known as Buddha Amitabha, who once overthrew the Western world and caused all the Buddhas to fall together.
If there was no concealment in the novel that he wrote, even the spiritual mountain was shaking and falling.
He put on the Kasaya of the Tathagata and reversed the true scripture of the master and Disciple.
He also eroded the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the Western Heaven.
Unfortunately, that book was too short and didnât write anything after that.
Perhaps the journey to the Western world was destroyed.
Perhaps it was not.
But one could be sure that since he had displayed the means of the lawless.
He must have had a purpose.
With these thoughts in mind, Ning Qinghong carefully ran over.
She tried her best to make herself more relaxed.
âYoung MasterâŠâ she laughed. âWhat happened here?â
She looked at the person on the ground.
To be more precise, it should be a guy who was tightly bound by black lotuses. Even his mouth and nose were sealed.
Not only that, there was also the shadow of a black-haired, black-robed monk sitting on top of this personâs head.
Apart from the sound of knocking on the wooden fish, the environment was silent.
But what was certain was that he must be suffering unimaginable torture and punishment.
He reckoned that the torture he suffered was no better than the general deacon of the Yan Sheng sect.
This could be seen from his current appearance.
This person was lying on the ground. Although his mouth and nose were sealed tightly.
However, his exposed skin and blood vessels were constantly twitching.
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As Ling Pingâan noticed the police officer miss walking in front of him, he felt that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He immediately said to the police officer, âPolice officer, youâre finally hereâŠâ
âThis guyâŠâ he thought for a while and couldnât help but use uncivilized words. âI donât know if this idiot took too many drugs or ate something dirtyâŠâ
âIn public, in broad daylight, he wants to forcefully buy and sell!â
âThen I definitely wonât do it!â
âIn the end, he didnât know what happened and went crazyâŠâ
âThen he fell to the ground!â
âIf you donât believe me, you can look at the surveillance footage!â
Ning Qinghong listened and coughed.
âYoung master, we have already looked at the surveillance footage!â She swallowed her saliva and recalled what she saw in the surveillance footage.
Her hands trembled slightly.
She tried her best to calm herself down. After that, she seriously went against her conscience and uttered, âHe did fall on his own!â
What else could she do?
Could it be that she was going against him?
Ning Qinghong only needed to look at the black lotuses on the floor to understand that she should not have such foolish thoughts.
Right now, the person in front of her was the Buddha Wutian
The Wutian who made all the Buddhas fall!
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