Chapter 486: The Police Are Always Late

Wutian?

People recalled the honorific name uttered by the Buddha.

Wutian…

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.

So…

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 today’s 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 Buddha’s love.

To give them more of the true dharma.

However, they soon understood that they couldn’t 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 Buddha’s 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.

“I am not a false Buddha. I despise incense and worship. I also don’t 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.”

When these smart people thought of this, they cupped their hands and saluted, “Buddha is merciful. I understand now!”

…

Ling Ping’an blinked his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

“Do you understand? What exactly do you understand? You want to play charades with me? Hehe! Why don’t you look at who is standing in front of you? I am an author of web novels! What big waves haven’t I thought of?”

He chuckled and pretended to be profound as he said, “Since you understand, why don’t you quickly disperse?”

“What do you want to do by staying here?”

Upon hearing that, everyone was stunned.

Then, one after another, they praised, “We will abide by the Buddha’s decree!”

As expected, they dispersed.

Ling Ping’an was baffled and didn’t understand at all.

He turned his head and looked at the traffic that was still lying on the ground.

“Why hasn’t the police arrived yet?” 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.

…

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.

“Knock, Knock!”

Sanskrit came with it.

“Namo Amitabha Buddha…”

“Namo Amitabha!”

“Namo Amitabha!”

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.

“Amitabha Buddha!” She had already learned from Zhang Hui that this young master Ling’s 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 didn’t 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.

“Young Master…” she laughed. “What happened here?”

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 person’s 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.

…

As Ling Ping’an 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, “Police officer, you’re finally here…”

“This guy…” he thought for a while and couldn’t help but use uncivilized words. “I don’t know if this idiot took too many drugs or ate something dirty…”

“In public, in broad daylight, he wants to forcefully buy and sell!”

“Then I definitely won’t do it!”

“In the end, he didn’t know what happened and went crazy…”

“Then he fell to the ground!”

“If you don’t believe me, you can look at the surveillance footage!”

Ning Qinghong listened and coughed.

“Young master, we have already looked at the surveillance footage!” 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, “He did fall on his own!”

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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