Lingpingan recalled several variety shows he had watched that specialized in pranking passers-by.
He frowned slightly, a little unhappy.
Because, if it were a variety show, it would be too much.
This can be complained about.
Public places, or serious places like Taizu Memorial Hall.
If you mess around in variety shows, do you want to be banned?
Or do you want to bear the brunt of criticism?
It should be noted that this Taizu Memorial Hall is a holy temple in the hearts of many people.
Especially among the Yin and Shang tribes of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, everyone worshiped Emperor Taizu as their savior.
Taizu was indeed their savior.
Therefore, if people from the Northern Zhou Dynasty found out about the chaos in the Taizu Memorial Hall.
That would be crazy.
The Northern Zhou Kingdom was a large country with a population of three to four billion.
The economy is second only to the mainland in the federal empire.
It also has a large-scale ‘militia force’.
These 'militiamen' even have heavy strategic bombers.
There are even two aircraft carrier battle groups.
The Federal Empire Strategic Missile Force, I heard, also deployed more than a dozen brigades in the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
When you are in a hurry, people really dare to be the "King of Qin" and "King of Qing".
Just a variety show TV station?
It can be crushed to death with just one finger.
You don't even have to wait for the Northern Zhou people to scold you.
The people of the imperial capital can tear up those guys who mess around in the Taizu Memorial Hall.
so……
It's unlikely to be a TV variety show.
Could it still be a program planned by the royal family?
It's possible, but unlikely.
Lingpingan thought about this.
But the thoughts in his heart were disturbing.
"What do you care about these trivial matters?"
He vaguely had this idea.
With these thoughts surging, he gradually became a little indifferent.
What are you thinking about so much?
He has always been like this.
there is always a solution to a problem.
all will be good.
I have never been too lazy to think too much about the things around me.
This has always been the case.
Anyway, if one person is full, the whole family will not be hungry.
Everything, as long as you are comfortable.
Therefore, he gradually stopped thinking about what was happening now.
He looked at the crowd around him and kept praying to him solemnly and devoutly.
People, men, women, old and young, put their hands together.
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
He laughed.
"Okay...whether it's a prank or a variety show!"
"Want to see me make a fool of myself?"
"Don't even think about it!"
As for other possibilities?
It's not within his scope of consideration at all.
"What are we talking about?" Lingpingan said righteously: "How can there be any gods or Buddhas?"
As he spoke, he searched for the location of the camera.
But when people saw him speaking, they all showed bright smiles of great joy.
"My Buddha is right!" they all said in unison: "How can there be any gods or Buddhas in this world?"
"If there is, it must be a false god and a false Buddha!"
have to!
How come this sounds like you are mocking him?
Also, the tone is wrong.
Are you like materialists who believe there are no gods or Buddhas?
Lingpingan looked at these people and inexplicably remembered the believers who went to the temple to offer incense when he was a child.
It's the same look.
He muttered the words: "Bless the Bodhisattva, bless the gods..."
There are rosary beads in his hand.
But little did he know that in the eyes of these people, his expression was as indifferent as an iceberg.
The words he said were even more irresistible.
"What are you talking about?" The Buddha's tone was full of blame, just like a school teacher facing bad students, hating iron but not steel.
"Where are there any gods and Buddhas in this world?!"
The Buddha's nostrils trembled slightly.
On Baoxiang's solemn face, the black Buddha light flows with a holy and sacred color.
On the floor, the monks sitting on the black lotuses, and the sound of them knocking on the wooden fish also changed accordingly.
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately..."
"Let go of your obsession, all five aggregates will be empty..."
Then the two kinds of Sanskrit chants are mixed together, one high and one low, one low and one high, echoing and merging with each other.
"Put down your butcher's knife (let go of your obsessions) and become a Buddha immediately (all five aggregates are empty)!"
It seems that what I read is a sutra about the great freedom and liberation of the pseudo-Buddha.
In fact, every word is ridicule and contempt for that fake Buddha.
So, everyone understood.
The Buddha is enlightening these toiling sentient beings.
All living beings suffer, so we must enjoy suffering.
The world is not worthy, so you are more worthy.
What are gods and Buddhas?
Believe in yourself, everyone is a Buddha, everyone is a god.
Only those who don't believe in themselves, those who are weak, stupid, and weak, should kneel down and worship those clay statues and weak gods and Buddhas.
The real strong man.
Seize the throat of fate and take charge of your own life.
Break the stone and see Wukong?
wrong!
I condense stones into gold.
So you can mend the sky above, and you can live a safe life below!
So, from now on, it jumps out of the Three Realms and is no longer in the Five Elements!
This is the real freedom, this is the real liberation!
But I am too stupid, like a rotten tree.
We can only work with the Buddha and free him personally.
Only then did this majestic avenue finally appear before his eyes.
"My Buddha..." The young man who initially took a cell phone and wanted to take a picture asked with great enthusiasm: "Disciple, please be brave and ask me, the Buddha, to give me your honorable name..."
As he said that, he wanted to kneel down and worship.
But there is a force that does not allow him to do this.
Somehow he sensed that this was the rule of my Buddha.
Everyone is a Buddha, everyone is for himself, and everyone keeps to himself.
Buddha is just a pioneer on the path of exploring truth and wisdom.
Therefore, there is no need to kneel down and worship, there is no need to make offerings, and there is no need for the golden body or incense of a false Buddha.
As for what the pseudo-Buddha said, if you recite the sutra once for others and receive six measures of rice grains and gold, you still feel that it is not worth it, and you still want to do harm to others.
A true Buddha would disdain this.
Because of the true Buddha, he would pluck out a hair to benefit the world but would not do it, and he would give it to the whole world to worship even one person but would not take it from him.
He is a pioneer on the road to true liberation and freedom.
For a true Buddha, holding on to my thoughts, doing my own thing, doing what I should do, living in the moment, living in this life, having this life, is everything!
My strengths I like.
I like my flaws equally.
Thinking of this, the young man saw 'my Buddha' showing a bright smile of relief, with a look of teachability.
Then I heard the Buddha whisper: "Me?"
There was an extremely sarcastic smile on his lips.
It seems to be a mockery of the world, but also a pity for stupid sentient beings and ignorant people.
Everyone in the world is stupid, how can they know the great way?
Everyone in the world is weak, so they are deceived.
Then I heard the Buddha solemnly say: "I am Wutian!"
"Buddha Wutian!"
He smiled.
The treasure is solemn and compassionate.
This compassion is completely different from the false compassion of false Buddhas.
It is truly great mercy.
The sarcasm on his lips was so sincere.
The black lotus under my feet is so magnanimous.
Just like His honorable name.
Wutian!
An honorable name filled with countless great wisdom and principles.
Just by recalling these two short words, people have already understood a lot.
