The gods descend into reality

He just stayed hidden, never daring to show his face.

Then the idiot next door who always fished with a straight hook finally realized who it was.

Jiang Shang!

After all, these days, there's no one else but that guy who fishes with a straight hook. He seems to have some connection with that monkey, so I'm not afraid of that idiot Jiang Shang.

Everyone knows that guy isn't very capable.

But the other party has so many treasures!

Those two treasures from that day, one being the Five Directions Flag, a primordial spiritual treasure, possessed unparalleled defense; at least his Tathagata Palm might not be able to break through its defenses at all. The other...

That's a damn immortal-slaying flying dagger!

What nonsense are you talking about!

You've painstakingly cultivated through countless tribulations to reach your current strength, and then you tell me someone just spent some money to instantly level up to SP, easily defeating max-level players from level 0? Are you playing a Tencent game?!

This old monk has completely lost his mind!

Right now, we just need to play it safe and develop our strength. Once we're strong enough, we can take down this monkey in one fell swoop.

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Well, the only Buddhist disciple we have is Tang Sanzang next door, and even Tang Sanzang himself can't stand it. Now, finally, another Buddhist disciple has arrived.

"Amitabha Buddha, wherever my heart finds peace is my home. If my heart is still here, everywhere is the Buddha's home. If my heart is restless, even the Buddha's home is the mortal world."

Instead of directly answering the young monk's question, the fat monk made up a comment.

Practicing Buddhism

The most important thing is to convince the other party with reason. If you can persuade them with reason, then they will naturally listen to you.

As for revealing his identity and then using his status as a leader of the Buddhist sect to convince the other party?

Low-class, vulgar, I, Buddha, would never stoop to doing such things!

"Amitabha Buddha, the old abbot has such profound Buddha-nature, I wonder where he cultivates?"

The young monk asked with a look of surprise.

"Hahaha, I have been practicing at the Great Thunderclap Temple in the West for many years."

The fat monk felt very pleased with the young monk's compliments.

See that? See that? This is what a true Buddhist disciple looks like!

What kind of thing is that Tang Sanzang next door?

I would say one sentence to him, and he would reply with a hundred sentences of his own.

Being a chatterbox isn't scary; what's scary is being a chatterbox and not even realizing it.

Actually, my original plan was to go find Saitama.

Such a promising talent is destined to be with Buddha!

He doesn't even need to shave his head; he can be certified to work right away. It's not bad to encounter such a monk on the road.

"Oh, the place where Buddha resides is not a place that ordinary people can go."

The young monk said meaningfully.

"Amitabha, the Buddha sits in the heart, within the square inch of the mind. If the Buddha is in your heart, where is not the Great Thunderclap Temple? Little monk, where do you come from and how long have you been practicing?"

Before Fahai could ask any more questions, the fat monk turned to the young monk and inquired.

“Amitabha, this humble monk is no match for the master. I have only been practicing for a few hundred years and have also been to the Great Thunder Temple.”

At this point, the young monk shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

"how?"

The fat monk asked curiously.

The fat monk had never heard of the Great Thunder Temple in another world before, and he was quite curious about it.

However, the young monk didn't seem very satisfied.

Regardless of what the Great Thunder Temple in that world did, as the leader of Buddhism, I must restore its image and not let the thousands of Buddhist followers lose heart.

"It's just a difference in ideology."

The young monk looked at the old monk, then slowly spoke, his face full of disappointment.

"Old Abbot, the Buddha said that one can become a Buddha on the spot by laying down the butcher's knife. If you encounter an evil person who has laid down the butcher's knife, what would you do?"

"Amitabha Buddha, it is of utmost importance to know one's mistakes and correct them. This old monk will persuade that wicked person to atone for his sins and help him attain Buddhahood!"

The fat monk said earnestly.

Killing someone may solve everything, but wouldn't it be better to make them do good deeds to atone for their sins?

"I don't think so."

The young monk shook his head.

"This old monk is eager to hear your insights."

“Amitabha, this humble monk will persuade him to take up the butcher’s knife.”

The young man said earnestly as he drank.

The old monk frowned. Could it be that this young monk wasn't a proper monk after all? This was the first time he had ever seen a monk who advised a villain to pick up a butcher's knife.

"We Buddhist disciples do not kill the unarmed!"

Fat Monk

Why do I suddenly have this ominous feeling? Is this something a respectable monk would say?!

"Amitabha Buddha, what is that on your back?"

Then the fat monk noticed what appeared to be a drawing on the young monk's neck and asked curiously.

"Oh, this one."

As he spoke, the young monk pulled down his robe, and the complete image on his left shoulder instantly appeared before the fat monk's eyes.

The fat monk's eyes narrowed, and his expression froze for a moment.

What did I see?

A scaphoid dragon?!

A monk with a dragon tattoo across his shoulder?!

No, our Buddhist community has absolutely no monks as arrogant as you. You're trying to ascend to heaven!

Even as a senior monk in Buddhism, I'm not as arrogant as you!

"Hmph, I knew you weren't human a long time ago!"

The next moment, before the fat monk could recover, a sharp shout rang in his ears.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Prajna Buddhas, World Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Paramita, behold my Great Luo Dharma Mantra, manifest!"

Accompanied by a strong Buddhist aura, the young monk punched the fat monk hard.

Chapter 640 Lawless and Unruly, Holding Up the Seas and the Sky~

Is n manifesting itself?

What form will I take?

Seeing the opponent's fierce punch, the fat monk showed no anger at all; instead, his eyes were filled with admiration.

Excellent, excellent!

Although the ideas are somewhat unorthodox, what our Buddhist community needs right now is this kind of fresh blood who dares to fight and take risks!

This is also why I want to bring Saitama into the team.

Our Buddhist sect is weak, so of course we need to bring in some fresh blood who are willing to fight and take risks.

Indeed, even Buddha felt that Buddhism had been far too conservative in the past.

What is the most important thing after entering the era of countless worlds?

It's not about strength, but about mindset.

Look at Sun Wukong, the king of demon kings. In his own world, he was beaten like a grandson by himself. And now?

Now, the monkey dares to appear openly, while he can only use other identities in his brother's remote corner.

Those angels weren't very strong before.

But ever since they started researching the Infinity Stones, their technology has been like a cheat code, skyrocketing ahead of schedule.

Who knows, one morning you might wake up and the Angel Queen snaps her fingers, and half of the world might disappear.

As the saying goes, when things are bad, you must change; change leads to success; success leads to longevity.

Therefore, it's time for Buddhism to make a change.

"Amitabha!"

The next moment, the fat monk put his hands together in prayer.

A golden image of the Buddha appeared behind him.

"when"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, but the opponent's force did not cause the slightest damage to the golden Buddha statue.

He was quite proud of his Buddha-like gesture.

No matter who you are, if you are a Buddhist disciple, you will surely prostrate yourself in worship when you see the golden statue behind you.

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The fat monk, a leading figure in Buddhism, said that what he hates most is this kind of ritualistic feeling.

Just be ordinary.

But the believers love it, so every time I make an appearance, I have to think about how I should enter the scene. It's so annoying!