Compared with the Landa Holy Land when it was at its peak, these three-inch candles are so small.

But this is already the best offering to the Buddha that this nest of chipmunks can produce.

Monk Three Burials grinned, smiled, and nodded slowly: "You are all good children...so good...Bai Nu, it's time to do something."

It was made up of countless evil spirits. It stood silently behind the three-buried monk. It was as silent as a ghost. Even its breath did not leak out. It was clearly standing in front of a nest of chipmunks, but no chipmunk could.

The white girl who 'sees' and 'feels' her nodded slowly.

The seven colors all over her body changed. She clearly had only one body, but under her feet, there were seven slim and colorful shadows.

Waves of strange power turned into invisible ripples and swept around. In an instant, they swept through the ruins that stretched for billions of miles. Countless creatures, large and small, who survived here and had subtle Buddhist aftertaste in their bodies raised their heads in shock.

, a few extremely fine rays of Buddha's light flickered quietly in their eyes, they were trembling all over, like a nest of chipmunks, and bowed in the direction of the three buried monks.

In huge ruins.

Countless strange beings were awakened.

Not the physical body.

Not a divine soul.

Not a ghost.

It’s a ‘concept’, a ‘deviation’, a ‘trace’…

For example, there were tears left by a certain Buddha.

For example, there was once a drop of saliva from a novice monk.

For example, there was the sound of a certain Bodhisattva chanting sutras.

For example, there was the roar of a certain heavenly king who died in battle.

For example, those Buddha statues that were destroyed by the heavenly army, those wooden fish that were beaten to pieces, those Buddhist bells that were melted into pieces, those Buddhist scripture pavilions and scripture towers that were burned down, and those Buddhist rhymes that were stirred up by heaven.

The incense candles and fireworks that were washed away by the torrent left traces in this void...

Even the concept of Landa Holy Land has left various imprints and ripples in this space and time in the past, present and future...

As a result, the name "Maitreya Heaven" only remains in the hearts of a very few people, such as the "ancestors" of this litter of chipmunks... and this name has passed through the torrent of time.

The present, the future, the traces left behind, the stirring echoes, and all the chain reactions that may be triggered in the future... all possibilities, all causes and effects, all projections, etc...

Such wonderful, strange, weird, scary concepts, tangible and intangible things.

These objects were all 'awakened' by the strange breath exuded by Bai Nu... They woke up, they stretched their bodies, they breathed in all the elements they needed in the void... and then they began to personify.

Strange shadows emerged from the ruins, large and small, that stretched for hundreds of millions of miles.

A little bit of strange incense lit up in the void.

Countless lights, both virtual and real, are rising slowly in the endless ruins.

In the air, the fragrance of incense candles, which is like the fragrance of flesh and blood, gradually spreads.

In the shadow of the ruins, there is a dark figure of the Buddha knocking on the wooden fish and starting to chant... Behind the figure of the Buddha who is chanting, there is a novice monk eight feet tall, with three heads and six arms, grabbing pieces of black flesh and blood and swallowing it... There are also monks.

A dressed-up weasel, carrying a small Buddhist altar, flew lightly over the piles of ruins...

A group of heavenly guards patrolling in the void are discussing in a low voice where to eat after work today, what to eat, how to eat, who will serve the food, etc... What they are discussing is extremely complicated.

It even includes details such as whether a bowl of braised pork should use front paw meat or hind paw meat, and whether to throw a few python poached eggs in it...

Suddenly, a golden-painted Buddha head, half of which was chopped off, leaving only the lower half of the cheek, silently flew up from a pile of tattered garbage and stood squarely in front of their chariot.

These guards who were once the most elite, best at fighting, bravest, and most loyal in heaven were not even aware of it at all.

They all muttered in low voices and allowed the chariot to move forward.

The Pegasus pulling the cart realized something was wrong, suddenly flapped the huge wings on its back, and stopped abruptly. The Pegasus neighed, alerting the group of guards, who suddenly raised their heads and looked forward.

past.

It is not a big one, only half a foot high. The golden paint on the surface has peeled off, and the years of wind and rain have washed it, leaving the Buddha's head densely covered with green marks. This 'little' Buddha is lifeless, and the whole body is filled with the bands of time.

There was an aura of decay and decay. But on the surface of the Buddha, it was densely packed with countless human-shaped black shadows that were a hundred times smaller than sesame seeds, and they were busy nervously.

It seemed that a contractor was shouting slogans loudly, with countless black shadows, using this half of the Buddha as a big mountain, digging Buddhist niches and carving Buddha statues on the mountain. Countless small black shadows were very busy, and above their heads, there was a

Wisps of pure and profound belief power emerged out of thin air, constantly stirring up dazzling sparks in the void!

This area of ​​heaven and earth has been controlled by the heavenly rules and commandments jointly formulated by Heavenly Court, Taiqutian, and Taiyitian.

The power of Buddhism's faith can no longer be matched by the laws and precepts of this world. Heaven and earth will not allow pure Buddhist monks to be born again, orthodox Buddhist techniques will not be allowed to appear, and pure Buddhist belief will not be allowed to grow!

These strange black shadows are not living beings, and do not even have flesh and blood. They are just certain illusions cast in this space and time, at this moment, in this moment of time and space.

However, this illusion actually condenses the incomparable power of belief, which is born from nothingness, ripples from the long river of time, and appears directly in this moment, today, at this time, here.

The sky is angry, the laws of heaven are activated, and invisible forces that are close to divine punishment are surging forward. It is necessary to suppress these beliefs and thoughts, crush them to pieces, and kill them into slag!

The guards felt the mighty power of heaven and earth around them, and were about to say something with a smile, when the void shook slightly. From the void, from the avenue of heaven and earth, from the depths of the law, and from the shackles of heaven and earth set up by heaven, a stream of

A faint, but indeed existing Buddhist charm rippled out.

Under the interference of these Buddhist rhymes, the rules and precepts established by heaven were offset.

These beliefs and thoughts that were born out of thin air turned into colorful Buddha lights that rose up and gradually submerged into the half-foot-high Buddha head.

The mottled marks on the Buddha's surface gradually dissipated, and the bronze stains disappeared without a trace. The former golden paint was restored bit by bit, and even the other half of the Buddha's head, which had been chopped off and disappeared for who knows how many years, was still there.

Grows back quickly.

These once elite heavenly guards were all dumbfounded as they watched the changes in the Buddha's head.

They watched helplessly as the Buddha, made by the power of faith provided by those strange black shadows, quickly recovered from a half-cut Buddha head to a complete, golden Buddha head.

Then, the Buddha's eyes opened, and two lines of blood and tears slowly fell down.

Blood and tears dripped in the ruins below, and quickly spread around, turning into an endless sea of ​​blood. In the sea of ​​blood, there were countless ferocious Buddhist cultivators who had died tragically at the hands of these guards. The faces in the hearts of Buddhists were going crazy.

They were struggling and squirming, like evil spirits from hell, about to break through the barrier between hell and the human world, and force their way back into this world.

"My Buddha... Maitreya!" The Buddha head with blood and tears was smiling, and while the blood and tears continued to flow, he laughed loudly: "My Buddha... Maitreya... chant the name of my Buddha, and you will be liberated!"

"You who don't worship the Buddha when you see him... must be evil spirits!" The Buddha's head suddenly roared: "Damn it! Damn it!

Damn it!

!”

Yelled three times in a row.

Every time a loud roar was heard, a large portion of the energy, blood, and spirit of these guards were suddenly cut off... After three loud roars, their cultivation, physical strength, blood, energy, and spirit were instantly suppressed to the point of near collapse.

A group of elite heavenly guards died here silently.
Chapter completed!