The audience's self-awareness does not need to be reminded by others.
If you don’t talk about others, let’s talk about Erzhu.
First, he knelt down on the ground and prayed, hoping for Jesus, the big boss of his family.
Maybe Buddha can come to the rescue, but it suddenly feels unrealistic.
He directly hugged Duan Xiaohong's legs and started to express his feelings, but was kicked over.
I took out my mobile phone and sent a voice message to my parents, saying my last words and bursting into tears.
What kind of upbringing can't be repaid in this life?
You will definitely be rewarded by being a cow or a horse in the next life.
Something like that...
Maybe I thought that parents in rural areas should also be within the scope of this punch.
He threw his phone down angrily, pointed at the sky and cursed.
First, he scolded him for being useless at the critical moment.
Then he scolded the Buddha for his life and death, turned off the chain and disappeared.
Finally, he condemned Ksitigarbha for not being compassionate.
Grinding and chirping for a long time is in vain.
Others did not react excessively and acted calmly.
Seeing Erzhuzi stealing the show by himself.
Everyone seems to have forgotten how to face it.
The final stage was given to Erzhu, allowing him to perform freely.
Of course, these are powerless viewers.
With a powerful audience, the inner world is actually more complicated.
Sharing the entrance of Children’s No. 1 store.
Sai Jinhua looked up at the fist descending from the sky.
Feeling extremely annoyed, he threw away his crutch and said harshly.
"Is it so difficult for me to enjoy my old age? I'm a thief..."
In a taxi.
Xie An'an looked at the fist in the sky through the front glass.
"What the hell, bitch."
He spit out contemptuously towards the outside of the car and lit a cigarette.
"You should be able to hold on, right?"
Taiqinggou Lakeside.
Tong Aijia looked at the fists falling from the sky.
He patted the senior man next to him.
"How about, Master, you..."
The elder grandfather was taciturn and scratched his head with his hand.
A piece of bark fell, confusing Tong Aijia's face and blocking all his words.
Hospital, intensive care unit.
Luo Miaoyin stood at the window, watching everything happening in the sky.
Behind him on the bed was Moon, who was bandaged all over, like a mummy.
However, the big eyes exposed were staring at the big fist landing outside the window.
Full of excitement and a little crazy.
"Now it's clear, it's all in vain.
Moon, you can laugh if you want."
Moon's head was tied so tightly that it was difficult to open her mouth.
All I could do was hum and chirp, making sounds in coordination.
"Shut up, you're sounding like a pig.
Ksitigarbha is so impulsive, no wonder he cannot become a Buddha.
After getting into such a big disaster, let's see who can save him.
He should have died a long time ago, and he would have died the day he refused me."
Moon looked at Luo Miaoyin's back in horror.
It seemed like I knew a shocking secret.
The audience at a distance is definitely not as exciting as the audience at the door of Anxin Bento Store.
Because a big fist is coming from the head on.
This is the destination, this is the center of the attack.
Emperor Fengdu stood up first and looked proudly at the fist falling from the sky.
After all, he is not a mere spectator, but a man who has written himself into the cast.
It seemed that I had come to the right place this time, and I had to help Cai Gen carry it down.
In terms of emotion, reason, and Empress Dowager Houtu, I have to help Cai Gen carry it.
This is a journey of redemption, to make up for the shortcomings of the last time.
Compared to the more excited Emperor Fengdu.
Lord Taishan was a little reluctant.
What is this thing called?
The majestic Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva disregards human life and acts recklessly.
The act of venting personal anger is quite excessive, extremely bad in nature, and has far-reaching consequences.
Even if the West buys up all the washing powder in the world, it still won't be able to wash the ground for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. It will definitely remain dark for ten thousand years.
No matter how reluctant he was, Lord Taishan still stood with Emperor Fengdu.
If we came together, let's carry it together.
If you don't bear it, heaven will know about it in the future, and it will be a mistake.
Kuiniu and Lingzi, mother and mother, were sitting relatively steadily.
Although the ideas are different.
It reflects the basic literacy of a pure audience.
No matter where the performance goes, I just watch from the sidelines.
It would be better if I give you a round of applause.
What Kui Niu was thinking was...
Come on, if you really make Maomao, everyone will be dumbfounded.
What Lingzi mother is thinking is...
How did Cai Gen's ridicule make the magnanimous Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva lose his mind again and again?
This kind of hatred is really stable.
The moment Schaeffer punched the Bodhisattva, he knew it was over.
With this punch, everything in Mu Lian was like a passing cloud of smoke and was annihilated by flying ashes.
Moreover, no one can protect him, not even the teacher.
He looked at the open glass door of An Xin Bento and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sitting inside with his fist raised, and shouted a reminder.
"Mu Lian, no."
The verbal restraint had no effect. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva seemed to have made up his mind.
The moment Schaeffer left his mouth, he had already rushed forward, trying to block Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's fist before it completely fell.
However, just when Schaeffer rushed to the door, he was still one step away from entering An Xin Bento.
The glass door suddenly closed.
Yeah, it's like some kind of switch flipped.
It's like a simple spring.
Anyway, Schaeffer was firmly blocked from the door.
The bald head hit the glass door hard with a clang.
Schaeffer was knocked dizzy and confused.
What door?
Even if it's closed, why can't it be opened by myself?
Is my Bodhisattva’s golden body fake?
Is there any door that can block myself?
Schaeffer shook his head, looked at the door gods on both sides, and glared angrily.
"Let me go in quickly to prevent the disaster, otherwise it will be too late."
Deng Lun and Chen Qi shrugged their shoulders and expressed their helplessness.
"Boss Cai, I didn't tell you to come in."
"It's my responsibility, I hope you understand."
understand?
I understand you sir.
Schaefer jumped right in.
I wanted to take action against Zheng Lun and Chen Qi, but found something was wrong.
Because Deng Lun and Chen Qi didn't look at him at all, but opened their mouths and looked at the sky in surprise.
Are these two doorkeepers slow to respond?
No, the direction is wrong.
They were not looking in the direction from which the Bodhisattva's fist came.
Has anyone else taken action?
Something unexpected happened again?
Schaeffer followed their gazes and looked up.
Then he followed their example and opened his mouth in surprise.
The store is closed and operating somewhat like normal.
Didn't attract anyone else's attention.
Maybe it's because everyone didn't place their hopes on Schaefer.
Or maybe it's simply because his sense of presence is very low.
But the strange changes in the sky attracted everyone's attention.
Although it is midnight, the golden light of the Bodhisattva's Dharma has already made the sky as bright as day.
Suddenly a shadow appeared, covering the golden light.
Moreover, this shadow is larger than the Bodhisattva's Dharma form, and it floats slowly.
Like a curtain, the sky returns to darkness and the Bodhisattva's Dharma comes to an end.
The image of Bodhisattva in the sky carries the anger of Ksitigarbha.
He is punching with all his strength, making sure to vent Ksitigarbha's emotions.
Suddenly, it felt dark above my head, as if something was covering me.
All four heads raised their necks at the same time, wanting to answer the questions in their hearts.
An umbrella.
An umbrella actually appeared above his head.
Why are there umbrellas?
Why hold an umbrella when it's not raining?
How unlucky.
This is the last thought of the Bodhisattva's Dharma.