The monk looked up at the drones in the sky.

Then he smiled, and the robe fell from the sky and put it over his burly body.

His hands rolled towards the earth, and pieces of equipment and props that shone with various lights fell into his big hands.

"My Buddha is compassionate!" He recited a Buddha name in a low voice, and his heart was full of joy.

With these things, the host will definitely be happy.

Then he looked back at Hill, who was kneeling on the ground, and had been completely transformed into a devout monk.

"Idiot!" He picked up the Zen staff and the bronze bowl: "Let's go!" Let's go! ”

"My Buddha's dream needs your contribution!"

Hill stood up in a daze, like a monk, and folded his hands: "Yes, Master! ”

followed the monk named Fahai, and the two disappeared step by step into the surveillance range of the drone.

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Zhang Hui looked at everything that was displayed on the screen.

He couldn't help but swallow, even though the Governor often told him that the waters of this world were deep, deep.

Since the revival of Reiki, all kinds of strange things and strange things have emerged one after another.

He has indeed seen many strange things that ordinary people cannot imagine in their lifetime.

But today's change is still unimaginable to him.

"This master ......," he looked at Situ He and said, "How did you cultivate?" ”

Judging from the data, he was born more than 30 years ago in the year 2821 of the Republic Era, and now he is thirty-three years old.

He became a monk at the age of ten, which means that the combined cultivation time is only 23 years!

Twenty-three years in obscurity.

Twenty-three years, Qing practice hard meditation.

Twenty-three years, without asking for any resources from the Federal Empire and the Black Guards.

Now, he has become famous all over the world!

At this time, Zhang Hui's mobile phone rang, he picked it up and looked at the number, and then connected it.

"Hmmm......"

"What?"

"Zen Master Jinghui passed away five years ago......"

"Hmmm......"

Zhang Hui put down the phone with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Situ He asked.

"The person who just contacted the office called and said......" Zhang Hui looked at the screen: "This Fahai Zen Master's Dharma teacher Jinghui passed away five years ago......

"Questions?" Situ He didn't understand very well.

"Zen Master Jinghui, died of love killing...... Zhang Hui said with a strange expression: "The one who killed the Zen master was a dusty woman from Silla......"

Situ He listened, and his expression became strange.

A monk who is rich in wine, meat, and wealth, and has cultivated a virtuous monk? And is it a werewolf duke who can suppress Qin Lu and a master who can temper a vicious devil apostle?

What's so ......

"General Situ ......" Zhang Hui said: "I remember, how many recommended places do the black-clothed guards have to be posthumously sealed this year?" ”

"Hmm......" Situ He nodded.

"Add the name of Zen Master Jinghui!" Zhang Huidao.

Situ Heleng nodded after a while: "Okay, I'll do it right away!" ”

The Federal Empire has had a tradition of posthumously enshrined the deceased monks and people of the Tao since ancient times.

It's just that a monk with wine and meat and wealth is chased?

It doesn't seem nice to say.

So......

I can only help him beautify and beautify......

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The burly monk led the tempered Hill through the barrier between reality and dreams.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a portal.

"Idiot! Let's go inside! The monk said.

Hill folded his hands and bowed to the monk: "Master, the disciple has gone!" ”

The monk nodded compassionately.

Then he looked at Hill and stepped through the portal.

When Ciel walked in, he found himself in a world of steel and machinery.

Huge turrets, suspended in the air.

A huge number of mechanical guards are constantly patrolling it.

Huge gears, manifested on the heavenly dome.

Click......

"Good!" Hill clasped his hands together: "Nan no Gatling Bodhisattva!" ”

"Praise, the future will be more riveting Buddha!"

So, a miraculous machine descended from the sky and covered him.

Several robotic arms, reaching out from all directions.

Fitting parts into his body, smelting pieces of steel into his flesh.

He was a headless undead, an apostle of hell.

Therefore, his transformation potential is extremely strong.

An hour later, a new RoboGuardian with multi-barreled Gatling guns in both arms and two legs was transformed.

It came out of the machine shop that transformed it.

Then raise both arms, aim at the sky, and bang!

The Gatling artillery continued to fire.

"Amitabha!" The sound of electronic machinery sounded indifferently.

A command was sent to its modified electronic brain.

It gets it.

The great Gatling Bodhisattva needs it to guard an altar of steel for him!

So, it goes to a whirlpool and eventually disappears into it.

It will be a guard that will forever guard that altar.

Until, the compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva, descended into that world.

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Elizabeth brought with her thousands of homeless people.

Day and night, gather in front of the steel altar.

They recited the great praises of the Gospel of the Machine.

Dedicate your faith to the great spirit of all machines, the Gatling Bodhisattva of great compassion, and the future will be more riveted and riveted!

Because they have witnessed miracles, and they have also witnessed the compassion of Gatling Bodhisattva and the greatness of the spirit of all machines.

"Ring the bell once and push the lever ......"

As the chanting progressed, the steel altar melted day by day.

Finally......

It slowly becomes a real altar under everyone's commentary.

A whirlpool emerges in the center of the steel and machinery surrounding.

Molten steel, flowing in it like water.

The mechanical voice of truth came out of it.

A large steel palm suddenly reached out of it, grabbing the steel floor at the edge of the vortex.

Then, its mechanical and steel head poked out of the vortex.

Then, there is its huge body, which is six or seven meters high.

It crawled out of the vortex of the altar, and the two arms cast in steel, began to deform, and finally became the holy object of the great Gatling Bodhisattva - the multi-barreled Gatling cannon!

It looked at the world indifferently.

The sun overhead, there is not much temperature left.

It is slowly being eroded by a terrible evil god.

This world is sad and pitiful.

But it has no feelings, and it won't have any emotion.

It mechanically walked up to Elizabeth in front of the crowd, its steel-forged feet on its knees.

Elizabeth looked at it, this servant of the Gatling Bodhisattva.

She knew that this was a Buddha soldier sent down by the Bodhisattva.

Guards of the mechanical temple, the guards of the Iron Altar for her.

So she took out the mechanical gospel and recited the gospel to it: "The word of steel is materialistic ......."

"Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!"

"Amen!"

After hearing this mass, the giant mechanical guard stood up, and then walked to the corner of the altar, and merged his body into it, leaving only half of the mechanical head outside, looking like a giant sleeping in this altar.

From now on, it will only wake up when a strong foreign enemy is coming.

And its mission here is very simple.

Liberate the Bodhisattva's elect, let the steel bhikshuni, for the compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva, hunt down more descendants and minions of evil gods, and gain more followers.

Prepare for the eternal Lord who will finally come into this world.

He will return!

He is also destined to wake up!

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