Villages in the south have long been turned into part of the Buddha country, and the power of incense is at its peak, and the people seem to have forgotten the demons of not long ago, and their faces are full of modest smiles.

The heavy rain is still falling, and the night continues, but this still cannot extinguish the rich incense here, and the most common thing in the market is all kinds of incense and Buddha worship utensils, and the people are constantly boiling.

Those who were qualified to practice Buddhism were given the power of incense when the monk came, and they were transformed into powerful monks, driving away demons everywhere.

Of course, it's just to drive away, or to recover, so that these demons can eat people legally. In short, everything is for the stability of the Buddha Kingdom.

There were also some people who followed the monk to the heavenly capital, supposedly to preach the Dharma, and the monk is now a true Buddha in the Buddha country, and they naturally obey him.

As for what the Buddha said, that is the truth, and it should be known to the ignorant people of the Imperial Heavenly Capital, so it is necessary to go.

In the hearts of the people of the Buddhist country, they are no longer the people of the empire, but the pious children of the Buddha, and the people of Tiandu, who were originally envied by them, are also belittled by them at this moment.

On this day, in a very ordinary town, the rain was still very heavy, and the night still existed, but there was just a round of incense in the air to gather the Buddha.

This Buddha is the only source of light in the night, the incense of the people, and their hope. The most common thing they do every day is to worship the incense Buddha as a sign of respect.

The heavy rain crackled on the green bricks and stones, and a faint green smoke and incense drifted in the air, and people shuttled among them. The atmosphere was calm.

Suddenly, there was a screaming sound in the air, and countless raindrops flew in an instant. I also felt a sharp pain when I hit the person.

The crowd began to disorganize, and they scattered and hid in the house. Looking out a little frightened.

One after another, figures flew through the air, and they were the people who had been bounced away by Qin Ge in the Heavenly Capital before! They roared through the air and fell to the ground one after another.

The rain flowers bloomed, and the "bang" was the sound of the flesh falling to the ground.

The calm incense was instantly disturbed in the air, and even the incense Buddha in the air seemed to be a little embarrassed, and a sense of unease once again disturbed the people here.

However, this did not last long, and soon the flying figures gradually disappeared, and the incense burned down again.

The people who had been hiding in the house came out of the house trembling and found that the street was already full of moaning people. Most of them suffered only minor injuries, but their expressions were a little sluggish.

They hurriedly ran out to help these people up, because these people were all people who followed the Living Buddha to the Heavenly Capital to spread the Dharma!

At this moment, there was a muffled thunder in the air, and people's hearts suddenly trembled, their eardrums were bleeding, and the faint people even fainted directly!

It was a Buddha surrounded by a golden lotus, that is, the monk, who was hurrying past the sky. It smashed heavily into a ruined temple not far from town.

The heavy rain seemed to stop falling at this moment, and a terrifying liliang rolled the raindrops away.

In the smoke and dust, the monks spat blood from their mouths and tried to get up from the ground. However, he found himself failing. His thighs were trembling, and he lost consciousness.

"No...... Nope!"

The monk let out a low roar, trying to control his thighs. Once, twice. Three times...... Zuihou he still couldn't stand up, and a liliang locked his thighs tightly.

That was Liliang from Qin Ge. He used the origin of this shijie to destroy the muscles of this monk's legs, and from then on he became an immobile cripple.

The monk's eyes glowed with a fierce red, and he looked up at the sky and let out a terrible roar.

"Qin Ge!"

Gusts of wind suddenly appeared from the temple, and the heavy rain became more and more rapid, knocking down the only tree in the courtyard to the ground, and suddenly losing countless leaves.

A chaotic sound of footsteps came from a distance, it was the people of that town, they knew that the living Buddha had returned, although they were very uneasy, but they still came to take a look.

However, how could the monk let his followers see his embarrassed appearance, he looked at the fallen tree in a daze, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his heart.

That was a resentment against Qin Ge, and naturally it was also a killing intent against Qin Ge.

"In the Ten Rounds of the Jizo Sutra, it is said that patience is as immobile as the earth, and meditation is as deep as a secret treasure!" The monk suddenly lowered his head and concealed the resentment in the depths of his eyes, "Qin Ge...... The poor monk will always be waiting for you!"

He stretched out his left hand to make a flower, and when he looked up, there was already a holy expression on his face, and at this time, people outside happened to be seen in, with a hint of curiosity in their expressions.

"Would it be good for poor monks to help you become Buddhas?"

The monk had a smile on his face, as pure as a newborn baby, and the fallen tree suddenly stood up, and although it had no branches or leaves, it already had a trace of incense on it.

Those people's hearts suddenly became excited, and the Living Buddha himself said that he would help them become Buddhas, isn't this the fastest way to go to the Western Bliss?

They flocked to the ruined temple, the monk smiling, and a golden wheel slowly emerged from the back of his head.

Endless golden light was released from his body, and all the people fell into this golden light, and they laughed happily, as if they had really seen the Western Bliss.

The monk was also laughing, and he whispered the scriptures in his mouth, and the wheel behind his head kept turning, pulling out all the souls of the people and sending them to the tree behind him.

The leaves of the tree grew slowly, and there was a small Buddha sitting on each leaf, they were the people before, but now they have become a Buddha, and a trace of incense continues to gush out of their bodies.

Their flesh fell to the ground softly, their flesh rotted away, and a gust of wind and rain passed, and the dry bones turned into a fertile layer of dirt on the ground, sending as much nutrients as possible to the linden tree.

The smell of holiness on the monk's body grew stronger, the expression on his face became more and more easy-going, and the branches of the linden tree behind him swayed, and a root rose from the ground and turned into a long table in front of him.

"Let's all go...... Promote Buddhism and contribute to the construction of the Buddha country!"

The monk clasped his hands together and said softly, and a person suddenly appeared outside the courtyard, who seemed to be the same people as before, but now they have long since lost the breath of life.

They began to walk towards the town as if they had never been to the temple before, and resumed their previous lives again.

Only the monk remained where he was, and as if he knew that a guest was coming, he sat down on the ground with a calm face, and the branches wrapped around his lower body.

After a long time, the heavy rain gradually stopped, and the night passed, revealing a peaceful scene, and everything seemed to have not changed.

A man had stood in front of the monk at some point, his face was weak and sad, but Jensen who looked at the monk was extremely angry.

"Donor, you're here!" the monk raised his head, his face was white, like a mirror in the sunlight that had just come out, and his smile was pure and innocent.

However, the middle-aged man did not hesitate to wave his palm, "Slap!" A crisp applause passed through, and a red mark appeared on the monk's face.

"What a bald donkey, you dare to kill the people of the Empire!" The middle-aged man's body began to tremble, and a trace of sparks kept flashing in his eyes, but the sparks were slightly weak.

The monk didn't care at all, because he knew that the middle-aged man couldn't kill him.

"Donor, please calm your anger, now that the empire is declining, it is better to take refuge in my Buddha than for the people to be ruled by that faint king, but it is better to suffer?" the monk sang a Buddha trumpet, "What's more, the emperor's fire has been extinguished, why is the donor still here?"

Emperor Huo's face gradually became gloomy, he was the spark left after the Emperor Fire was extinguished, although the empire was destroyed, but he was unwilling!

How could the empire fall into the hands of that man?

"The empire will not perish, as long as the guardian of the human prison remains, the empire will never perish!" The anger on Emperor Huo's face began to calm down, and he suddenly looked at the Bodhi tree, as if he had thought of something.

"It's a pity...... The guardian of the human prison is awakening too slowly!" the monk said slowly, "If he was reincarnated earlier, where would there be these things?"

He slowly touched his hand to his side, where somehow there were still a man's leg bones and skull, which looked a little eerie.

"Reincarnation...... Isn't it great that living beings in Buddhism are immortal?" he said with a smile, and the leg bones and skulls in his hands gradually turned into wooden fish hammers and wooden fish.

"Why donor, take refuge in my Buddha?"

The sound of the wooden fish sounded again and again, and the smile on the corner of the monk's mouth became more and more obvious, but Emperor Huo looked at him calmly and unmoved.

"Do you think I know the origin of the Buddha Kingdom?" Emperor Huo said slowly, "I don't believe in Buddha, I only believe in myself!"

He waved his hand slowly into the air, and at some point a bowl appeared in his hand, and he looked at the monk coldly, and slammed the bowl on the long table.

"Since you're willing to stay here, stay here!" the long table sank deep into the ground, pinning the monk firmly to the ground.

The monks chanted in a low voice, and the wooden fish kept tapping as if it would never stop.

However, Emperor Huo lost his figure, and a gust of wind came out of nowhere, sending a petal of peach blossoms. These peach blossoms fluttered in the air, and all the zuihou fell into the bowl.

The door of the temple slammed shut, locking the monk inside, and naturally isolating the power of incense.

After I don't know how long, the figure of Marshal Jun slowly appeared in the temple, he came to destroy the monk with the man's order, but he stood in place for a long time, Zuihou did nothing.

He left, leaving the seed of the Buddha kingdom zuihou, naturally not for the monk, but for the person who was destined to return. (To be continued......)