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Chapter 324 True Buddha? I think it’s more like Mara
He felt the feedback of his merits from having made five three-digit true Buddhas possessed by demons.

Alger was in a very good mood, humming a little tune as he walked on the streets of the Flower City.

Alger, who hadn't seen the street for a long time, was observing the various passers-by around him while happily chatting with someone.

"Buddhism really has very little of everything, except for a lot of ugly people."

"Hey, you're right, even if Al-chan makes them possessed by demons, they can still pretend to be Buddhas."

"Well, don't worry about Al-chan. What can those ugly monsters do to Al-chan?"

"You should pay more attention to your side."

"Let's be honest, falling one by one is a bit slow. Let's do a mythological transformation next time."

After whispering with Su Nian for a while, Alger stopped at a crossroads and looked up at the opposite side.

On the opposite side of the road, five monks wearing bright red robes and with twelve scars on their heads were standing on the opposite bank, silently chanting scriptures and looking at Alger with sharp eyes.

Seeing this, Alger's mouth curled up and a clown-like smile appeared on his face.

She raised her hand and greeted.

"Hey, bald donkey."

Faced with Alger's ridicule, the monk across the street remained indifferent.

"Oh, a bunch of losers, they can't even argue."

Alger laughed mockingly. Facing the siege of these monks, she did not feel worried at all.

If it was a powerful god king from other groups of gods, she might still find it a bit difficult.

After all, there is a limit to the performance of the lower level of the box garden. When the upper limit of strength is absolutely locked, the number of people has an absolute advantage.

It's not so difficult for the upper level, Alger can be confident that he can suppress them single-handedly, but it may not be the case for the lower level.

Of course, what we are talking about here are other groups of gods, not Buddhism. Buddhism is of course a different matter.

Now Alger can confidently call herself the enemy of Buddha. Any Buddha who attempts to oppose her will inevitably be tested by the inner demon.

If you fail the test, you will become a demon.

And becoming a demon, isn't this within Alger's control?

As Alger finished speaking, a white-browed monk wearing a cassock stepped forward and put his hands together.

"Amitabha, Your Majesty Alger, we monks have no intention of becoming enemies with Alger. We are here for only one thing: to ask Your Majesty Alger to sign the treaty of the Godkiller War."

"Then we will leave."

"Wow~ It sounds better when spoken than sung."

Alger scratched his ear and said with a look of disdain.

"Since you are so sincere..."

Alger deliberately prolonged his tone, looked at the faint joy in the eyes of the monks in front of him, and suddenly changed his tone.

"Then swear to Shakyamuni that if I sign the Godkiller Treaty, then if anyone in the Buddhist sect attacks me, you will voluntarily become demons, how about that?"

"The demons are rampant!"

Behind the old monk, a young-looking monk held a staff and smashed it heavily on the ground.

"Are such crooked ways worthy of swearing an oath to the Buddha?"

Alger, who was sitting opposite him, looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help laughing.

"Wow, good fellow, another Buddhist disciple who has joined my demonic sect."

"No, this isn't my demon sect, it's more like a disciple of Mara."

However, when talking about Mara, a cold light flashed in Alger's eyes.

Haha, he's just a clown who took away some of her spiritual power. She will take it back sooner or later.

Hearing the sound, two more monks looked angry.

"How dare you, you daring demon, distort the identities of Buddhist disciples like me?"

Alger looked down at them and shook his head helplessly.

"Alas, it really is true. Are we so embarrassed to be disciples of the Demon Sect? Do we even need to use a golden body to cover it up?"

As soon as she said this, the young monk's face suddenly changed, as if a sore spot was touched, and he showed an angry look, and he almost took out his magic weapon to fight with Alger.

"Amitabha, why do you have to mock us like this, benefactor?"

The old monk looked at Alger with a bitter expression.

He could naturally see that his apprentice had already fallen into the devil's way, and that he was the culprit.

This is the person in front of you. He was trying to divine Alger's location, but he was tricked by Alger and his inner demon took over his body.

If it weren't for the effect of the golden body that had been cast over the years, they would have been expelled from Buddhism long ago.

Although Buddhism protects one's shortcomings, that is only on the premise that you are still a Buddha.

"Donor, how about we just do this?"

The old monk closed his eyes and dared not look Alger in the eye, for he was afraid of touching his inner demons again.

"Master!!"

"Master, what did you say to this evil heretic?"

"Master, just watch us conquer the demons and monsters!"

"The Mighty Heavenly Dragon!!"

"Daluo Staff!!"

Looking at the palm and the stick coming towards him, Alger blew the hair on his forehead.

In an instant, several extremely tiny cracks appeared on the Daluo Staff that had the power to split mountains and rocks and the shining Buddha-light shell of the Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon.

Through the cracks, countless vengeful spirits and withered bones could be vaguely seen, shrouded in endless resentment. "Wow, good heavens! Tibetan Buddhism? It hasn't been wiped out by Yang Jian and the Heavenly Army yet?"

Alger raised her eyebrows in surprise. Even though she considered herself a demon king and a demon star, the methods of forging Buddhist instruments in Tibetan Buddhism were beyond her imagination and understanding.

Such an existence is actually the Buddha who was granted the Buddha spirit by the center of the box garden?

"You evil heretic, stop spitting bloody words at me here!"

"Haha, I'm anxious."

Alger showed the same sarcastic expression as Jerry, clenched his four fingers into a fist, and pointed his thumb at the monk who was obviously anxious.

"Why don't you keep going? Smash it down! Let's see which one breaks faster, your golden body or my head?"

Alger sneered, revealing his snake-like golden vertical pupils.

"You're clearly a bunch of demons, yet you're pretending to be real Buddhas. Don't make me laugh. If you want to fight, then fight. If you want to attack, then attack. Show the spirit of a disciple of the Demon Sect!"

"Buddhism should not be insulted. I advise Your Majesty to learn from his mistakes."

The old monk with white eyebrows took out his staff and pounded the ground.

"Then come on, let's see who will go out as a Buddhist."

Hearing this, Alger showed a ferocious smile.

In an instant, the entire outer gate was shrouded in thick poisonous smoke.

"Be careful of the poisonous fumes."

The old monk just roared, but the next second he made a wow sound and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"You are a bunch of fools. You didn't even notice that I was poisoning you. Even this demon sect despises you."

Alger opened his petrifying eyes and said with a look of disappointment.

"I'm so angry!"

The young monk couldn't help it, and his body shook, revealing the golden body of Buddha.

The next moment, a ten-thousand-meter-tall golden Buddha appeared out of thin air, swung the golden dragon's right arm fiercely, and smashed down towards Alger angrily.

"Brother, let me help you!"

Accompanied by another loud roar, an image of the Eight-Armed Vajra King suddenly appeared and joined forces with the previous Coiled Dragon Buddha to attack Alger.

In an instant, billions of square kilometers of land in this outer gate were shrouded in black smoke and Buddha's light, which cut through and fought against each other.

At the same time, pairs of eyes came from the heavens, gazing at the battlefield in the lower world.
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"It's begun."

The outer gate 3345 is in the courtyard of Qianyan’s residence.

Su Nian held a cup of hot tea and sat at the edge of the corridor, gazing at the battlefield that was separated by countless realms.

Beside him, Bai Yasha, whose body had shrunk to the size of a loli, was picking her toes and drinking the fat otaku happy water unhappily.

I don’t know why, but there is a distance of two people between her and Su Nian.

The feelings eventually faded.

"Just letting that conceited person make such a fuss like this, won't it get you involved?"

Involved? Su Nian raised his eyebrows and yawned.

"Involved? They'd better hope that I really have nothing to do with Alger."

"When you're suspected of having weapons of mass destruction, you'd better actually have them."

"They don't dare to investigate further."

"Oh? Interesting, tell me about it."

Bai Yasha crawled to Su Nian's side in two steps and pricked up his ears curiously.

"Can't you see that they don't dare to really take action now?"

Su Nian said, pointing to the battlefield outside the countless realm gates.

Although the fight between Alger and the group of monks was very loud, it was just loud and decisive.

Those monks didn't dare to use any strength at all, for fear that their golden bodies would be corroded by the poison of the inner demon if they did.

Bai Yasha opened his eyes wide, looked at Su Nian and Alger strangely, and said speechlessly.

"Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the abbot for doing this?"

"That's right. If the abbot really blamed her, the vajra would have fallen on her head a long time ago. Now the abbot should have acquiesced to it."

"Really? You didn't even tell me about this huge thing so I could blackmail you... no, make a deal with you."

"A few days ago, we confiscated a batch of high-quality materials for building the golden body from the former Ouroboros' warehouse."

"It seems that the abbot also wants to see how many of the billions of Buddhas in Buddhism are truly enlightened Buddhas?"

Su Nian didn't say anything. After all, this was the fact. Their so-called little tricks should not be too obvious in the eyes of the Buddha.

After all, the truth that he controls is [cause and effect]. Su Nian doesn't think anything can be hidden from him.

I'm afraid that I was caught as early as when I was in the Type-Moon world.

However, since it has been tacitly accepted, don't blame him for being rude. Just pretend that the monk doesn't exist.

Climbing up the pole is an essential quality for a qualified cub.

He wanted to determine his bottom line, as he always felt that the monk was being too lenient with him.

This way, when things get done, you can have some idea of ​​what's going on.

Su Nian shook his head slightly, laughed at himself, and showed a confident expression.

"Is this, this Athena guy is also doomed?"

(End of this chapter)