Chapter 6: Buddhist Gods Don't Work

After an afternoon of work, I finally got the two-wheeled motorcycle with its mechapunk aesthetic in mind. After the fire is lit, the power is rubbing, but it is energetic.

It's just that......

I'm still curious about what Saint Bailian hit while driving. The front wheels were fanned, and the car was loaded with something hard at 200 kilometers per hour......

Anyway, the car was repaired. Now it's time to fix the problem that my head is buzzing with more urgency than what's going on with the motorcycle.

"The car has been repaired, Master Bailian. ”

In the main hall of the Lotus Temple, I was finally able to learn from the Holy White Lotus how to control the nagging in my head.

"I see...... Is there a weak sense of individuality that allows the believers to occupy your mind?" muttered the White Lotus.

Hehe, so you forgot all about what I told you a year ago?

"Actually, it's simple. Just make you stronger as a god. ”

I'm about to be muttered by these people, and I'm going to be a clash creature of stealth chaos if I continue to talk about it. But I'm definitely going to be strong by that time, right......

"Then how can I get stronger?" I asked sincerely.

I don't know if the world can become stronger by charging money.

"It's going to take a long time. The Holy White Lotus explained, "In the practice, you have exercised the isolation from all the earthly conditions. When contemplating the bodhisattva of freedom and walking in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcomes all suffering. The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, nor increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no minds, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, no sound, no fragrance, no touch, no vision, and even no consciousness, no ignorance, and no ignorance......"

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That night, I went back to the custom house.

"How's it going?" Mei Hong walked up and looked at me with concern, "Has Holy White Lotus solved your problem?"

"It was a great help to get rid of the nagging in my head for three hours. I hugged Mei Hong, put my head on her shoulder, and didn't want to move.

"Solved for three hours, but now?"

"Now, sister Hong. There is a quick way to stop the pain in the finger when the finger is pricked, and that is to chop off the whole hand. ”

Bai Lian's ability to preach the scriptures is not weaker than spiritual pollution, and it is not so painful to read every month. Uchiha Hakuren was also terrible, and what she said completely overshadowed the voice in my head. Could this be the Uchiha clan, ah no, it's too terrible for the Buddhist forces.

I lay on my back on the couch and didn't want to move. Looking at his hands, my heart was unhappy for a while. I've fought with vampires, flirted with ghosts, smashed the ghost king's wine, fought with Hua Ma, and fought with Zi Ma. I think I'm pretty strong, why do I need to be stronger?

Sure enough, Buddhism still doesn't work. Now Gensokyo has three major sects, Buddha, God, and Tao. If you can't do it, try the other two.

Just as I pondered this, Huang Quan brought out a pot of black things from the kitchen. I saw despair, sorrow, anger, pain, death in that pot. The only difference between it and Pandora's Box is that there is no hope in the pot.

"Come, wander, get up and drink the medicine. From the head came the voice of Huang Quan.

Are you sure it's medicine and not arsenic? I'm a god, and I'm not a cookcake seller, so what should I do with this kind of thing?

"Huang Quan, I really have nothing to do with Yonglin. I'll delete Yonglin's volume later, to show my innocence. ”

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On the second day, the chatter in my head did not decrease, and it was only a matter of time before I had a nervous breakdown if I continued like this, and under this consideration, I went directly to the Eternal Hall to find Yonglin.

"Please, Lord Yonglin, do you have the kind of medicine that will make me turn back? My head is going to explode. ”

I think it's much more comfortable to just let others listen to me every day.

"I'm sorry, I haven't matched it yet. Yonglin turned his pen and said. The brush kept spinning in her hand...... "Besides, even if you take the medicine I made, you're just going from one trouble to another." ”

My attention gradually shifted from Yonglin's words to her hand, and to be honest, I have never had a hobby of hand fetish. The main reason why I stared at Yonglin's hand was ......

"Yonglin, when did you learn to turn the pen? ”

"Probably...... Thousands of years ago. ”

Thousands of years ago, the people of the Moon Capital would have turned their pen, well, is this a new archaeological discovery? So Yonglin is the ancestor of the pen, but I still think Yonglin can turn the pen is very ...... It's a very young thing. I don't think I've said anything I shouldn't have said......

Yonglin noticed that I was staring at her hand, and her movements became more and more fancy, and the brush in her hand shuttled between her fingers like a dance. Originally, Yonglin's fingers belonged to the slender type, and in my opinion, this belongs to the category of art. Could it be that I've recently developed some weird fetish for really women's hands?

"Is it pretty?" asked Yonglin as she turned her face sideways and moved her fingers.

"Good looking. I nodded, "By the way, did you learn this pen or did you invent it yourself?"

Yonglin's index finger was forced, and the brush flicked on my body. The ink on the brush splashed all over me.

"It was a man who taught me. Yonglin lifted Erlang's legs, supported his cheeks with one hand, and said with a nostalgic expression on his face, "This is still a story from a long time ago, do you want to hear it?"

I pondered it carefully, I accepted the chatter of the Holy White Lotus for three hours yesterday, and I don't want to accept the chatter of another aunt anymore.

"There's time. I'm busier right now. I stood up and handed the pen back to Yonglin, "I'll find a cure for my headache first." I'll talk about it when we have time, and I'll give you a drink. ”

"Okay. Yonglin shrugged in understanding, "I hope you can solve it as soon as possible." ”

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When I walked out of the gate of the Eternal Pavilion, I always felt that something was wrong. Yonglin suddenly looked like she was very familiar with me, what was going on? I don't remember when I worked with her.

But now is not the time to dwell on that.

"The Buddha is out of play, and there are Taoism and Divine Religion. The Moriya Shrine was bombed by me once, but it's still not that easy to deal with. In this case, let's go to Xinxing Taoism first, I still haven't visited it since I returned to Gensokyo......"

I remember what the Taoist boss was called? It seemed to be the second aunt, and I always felt that I was being taken advantage of......