I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon - Chapter 483

Ling Ping’an looked at the people around him suspiciously.

Everyone seemed to be looking at him in fear.

“What’s going on?” he didn’t quite understand.

“I didn’t do anything!”

He looked at the person flow that had fallen to the ground, after which he looked at the people around him who were staring at him and didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.

“Am I very scary?” He looked at a young man who seemed to be holding a cell phone and was about to take a photo, but he froze on the spot and did not even dare to move.

“No…” The young man revealed a smile that was quite ugly. “Master, you have a solemn appearance, and you are very compassionate…”

“Why would I be afraid?”

“Master?” Ling Ping’an was a little confused. “Solemn appearance? Very Compassionate?”

He looked at that person’s expression.

He felt that something was not right.

“Mocking me in a weird manner? But I didn’t do anything! I’m innocent.”

Thus, Ling Ping’an took a step forward and looked at that person. “Friend, you can’t talk nonsense!”

He pointed at the guy who fell on the ground. “This person fell on his own!”

“You can’t taint my innocence!”

“One must have a conscience!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” The other party nodded like a chick pecking at grains. “Master is right!”

“Who are you calling Master?” Ling Ping’an was unhappy. “Are you scolding me?”

“No, of course not!” The other party seemed to be very afraid. His legs and stomach were cramping. His facial features were almost gathered together. He carefully probed, “Bodhisattva is merciful?”

He cursed even more fiercely!

Ling Ping’an glanced at the others from the corner of his eyes.

There were probably hundreds of people in this exhibition hall, but everyone was looking at him, looking very scared.

And the young man in front of him was terrified.

He actually shouted, “Buha is merciful!”

He even put his hands together and bowed in worship.

“This…” Ling Pingan sighed.

There was no need to curse like that.

“I’m a good citizen and I abide by the law! I’ve never broken the law since I was young. Even when I cross the road, I only walk on the sidewalk. How could I be a criminal?”

But he looked at the person on the ground, which was quite heavy and hadn’t gotten up yet.

Then he looked at the people around him.

All of them were well-dressed.

So…

They misunderstood that I was some vicious criminal?

These three people had become tigers..

What should he do?

Ling Ping’an wouldn’t know what kind of image he had in the eyes of others at this moment?

At the same time, on the marble floor of the exhibition hall.

Black lotuses bloomed lifelike, just like the projection technology on the floor of those TV shows.

On each black lotus, there seemed to be a solemn-looking monk with black hair and a black robe.

The monk knocked on the wooden fish.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound of the wooden fish reverberated in the hearts of the people.

Faintly, there was a strange and terrifying chanting accompanied by the sound of the wooden fish.

“Amitabha…”

“Amitabha!”

“Amitabha!”

The chanting was solemn and sacred, as if the Buha was chanting, and also as if the Buhas were paying their respects.

There were also Buddhist treasures swaying in their hearts, exuding solemnity and holiness.

However, all of these things had to be combined together.

This should have been solemn, holy, and solemn chanting.

But strangely, it was as if the evil Buha from the six paths of hell was chanting a blasphemy against the Buhas.

Just like what the mythical grade demon king Boxun said to Buha.

“When the time comes for the end of Dharma, my sons and grandsons will wear your kasaya and spoil your dharma. In the name of Buha, they will walk the path of the Devil!”

The people trembled in fear and trepidation.

In such an extremely evil and terrifying atmosphere, who would dare to sit still?

To be wise and to protect oneself was the way to go.

Therefore, hundreds of people looked at the man who was stepping on the Black Lotus. On that ordinary face, there was an incomparably arrogant, incomparably cold, and incomparably evil expression.

His eyes seemed to have been stained with ink.

Dark and deep.

Therefore, people could not help but swallow their saliva.

“Buha is merciful!” everyone praised him.

In front of such evil people, it was better to pretend to be a grandson.

They did not see that just now, when others called him master, he was immediately unhappy. When he called him Bodhisattva, he was also very unhappy until he called him ‘Buha is merciful’.

Only then did this strange young man finally come to his senses. Did he reveal a look of ‘a child worth teaching’?

A man could bend and stretch.

Calling out ‘Buha’s mercy’ would not lose two pieces of flesh.

However, Ling Ping’an had suffered.

He listened to the praises of hundreds of people.

“Buha’s Mercy!”

He was baffled as he could not understand the brain circuits of these people at all.

He was not a fraud, nor was he a monk!

How could he be merciful?

However…

Ling Ping’an’s thoughts gradually became biased as he heard the praises of ‘Buha is merciful’.

…

Zhang Hui looked at the monitor without moving for even a moment.

Black lotuses bloomed on the floor of the exhibition hall in a corner of the ancestral hall.

Black-haired and black-robed monks sat upright among the lotuses.

Their appearances could not be seen clearly, nor could they know the details.

All they knew was that they were knocking on the wooden fish in front of them.

Although he could not hear the sounds of the scene, he could imagine how terrified the people present were.

“He can even meddle in the Buddhist World?” wondered Zhang Hui.

Previously, the huge bronze golem was already shocking enough.

And now, another black-haired and black-robed Buddhist Almighty had appeared!

Based on past experience, this black-haired and black-robed almighty was probably just a clone of his, or rather, an alias that he had used before!

“Black-haired and black-robed?”

Zhang Hui suddenly thought of something.

He immediately turned around and fiddled with the computer beside him. Finally, he pulled out a report.

The index section of the ‘false accusation’ plan.

He looked at the introduction on it.

“Buha Without Heavens!” Zhang Hui took a deep breath.

“So, he has already written the story of one of his avatars for us to see!”

Buha without heavens was a novel that he had once written.

It belonged to the black journey to the west.

It was only 200,000 to 300,000 words. It told the story of a person named ‘Buha without heavens’ who overturned the rivers and seas during his journey to the west, causing all Buhas to fall together and the Sun and moon to lose their light.

Originally, Zhang Hui didn’t care.

After all, not to mention Buhas and bodhisattvas.

Even Arhat Vajra didn’t awaken.

In the past 200 years, there were only a few eminent monks in the world who could cultivate the level of arhats.

Therefore, the person in charge of the failed plan only read the book in a hurry and threw it aside.

However, this neglected piece of information is hiding such crucial information!

Buha without heaven!

That book completely subvert the western journey plot, let all Buha together fall of the Buha no sky.

“I can’t believe it’s happening. And that means that book is about what really happened.”

He puts the facts in front of people, but people don’t see it.

Zhang Hui shook his head gently.

“Human beings… are always bound by their own cognition!”