The monk raised his head and looked at the drones in the sky.
Then he smiled, and the cassock fell from the sky and was wrapped around his burly body.
He rolled his hands towards the earth, and pieces of equipment and props shining with various lights fell into his big hands.
"My Buddha is compassionate!" He recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, feeling happy in his heart.
With these things, the owner will definitely be happy.
Then, he looked back at Hill, who was kneeling on the ground and had been completely transformed into a devout monk.
"Idiot!" He picked up the Zen staff and the bronze bowl: "Let's go! Let's go!"
"My Buddha's dream needs your contribution!"
Hill stood up stupidly, like a monk, clasping his hands together: "Yes, Master!"
Then he followed the monk named Fahai, and step by step, the two of them disappeared from the surveillance range of the drone.
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Zhang Hui looked at everything displayed on the screen.
He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, even though the governor often told him that the water in this world is very deep.
Since the revival of spiritual energy, all kinds of weird and strange things have happened one after another.
He has indeed seen many strange things that ordinary people cannot imagine in their lifetime.
But today's changes were still unimaginable to him.
"This master..." He looked at Situ He and said, "How does he practice?"
Judging from the data, he was born in 2821, the Republic Era, more than thirty years ago, and is now thirty-three years old.
He became a monk at the age of ten, which means that his total cultivation time is only 23 years!
Twenty-three years of obscurity.
Twenty-three years later, I practiced hard meditation.
For twenty-three years, it has not asked for any resources from the Federal Empire and the Black Guards.
Now, he has become famous all over the world!
At this time, Zhang Hui's cell phone rang. He picked it up, looked at the number, and then connected.
"Um……"
"What?"
"Zen Master Jinghui passed away five years ago..."
"Um……"
Zhang Hui put down the phone with a strange expression.
"What's wrong?" Situ He asked.
"The person from the Liaison Office just called to say..." Zhang Hui looked at the screen: "Jinghui, the teacher of Zen Master Fahai, passed away five years ago..."
"Is there a problem?" Situ He didn't quite understand.
"Zen Master Jinghui died of love murder..." Zhang Hui said with a strange expression: "The person who killed the Zen Master was a prostitute from Silla..."
Situ He looked strange as he listened.
A monk who was full of wine, meat, wealth and sex, cultivated a great monk? And he was a master who could suppress the werewolf duke of Qin Lu and convert a vicious devil's apostle?
What the hell...
"General Situ..." Zhang Hui said: "I remember, how many recommended places are there for the Black Guards to be awarded this year?"
"Well..." Situ He nodded.
"Add the name of Zen Master Jinghui!" Zhang Hui said.
Situ He was stunned for a while before nodding: "Okay, I'll do it right away!"
The Federal Empire has a tradition of honoring deceased eminent monks and virtuous people since ancient times.
Just, posthumously consecrating a fair-weather and wealthy monk?
It doesn't sound good to say it out loud.
so……
I can only help him beautify and beautify...
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The burly monk led the converted Hill through the barrier between reality and dreams.
Finally he stopped in front of a door.
"Idiot! Go in!" the monk said.
Hill clasped his hands together and bowed to the monk: "Master, the disciple has gone!"
The monk nodded with compassion on his face.
Then he looked at Hill and stepped into the portal.
After Hill walked in, he found himself in a world composed of steel and machinery.
Huge turrets suspended in the air.
Huge mechanical guards are constantly patrolling among them.
Huge gears appeared in the sky.
Click click click...
"How good!" Hill clasped his hands together and said, "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva!"
"Congratulations, may you see more Buddhas in the future!"
Then, a miraculous machine fell from the sky and covered him.
Several mechanical arms stretched out from all directions.
Install the parts into his body one by one, and melt the pieces of steel into his flesh and blood.
He was originally a headless undead, the apostle of hell.
Therefore, his transformation potential is extremely strong.
An hour later, a new mechanical guard equipped with multiple Gatling cannons on both arms and traveling on two legs was completed.
It comes out of the machine shop that transformed it.
Then he raised his two arms and pointed them at the sky, bang bang bang!
The Gatling cannon continued to fire.
"Amitabha!" The electronic mechanical voice sounded indifferently.
An instruction was sent to its modified electronic brain.
It gets it.
The great Gatling Bodhisattva needs it to guard a steel altar for Him!
So, it moved towards a vortex and eventually disappeared into it.
It will become an eternal guard guarding that altar.
Until the great and compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva came to that world.
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Elizabeth brought thousands of refugees with her.
Day and night, they gathered in front of the steel altar.
They chanted the great hymn from the Mechanical Gospel.
Dedicate your faith devoutly to the great spirit of all possibilities, the great and compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva, and may you be blessed with many more powerful Buddhas in the future!
Because they have witnessed the miracles, they have also witnessed the compassion of Gatling Bodhisattva and the greatness of the spirit of all opportunities.
"Ring the bell once and push the lever..."
As he chanted again and again, the steel altar melted day by day.
finally……
With everyone's comments, it slowly turned into a real altar.
A vortex appeared in the center surrounded by steel and machinery.
Molten steel flows through it like water.
The mechanical voice of truth came from it.
A huge steel hand suddenly stretched out from it and grabbed the steel floor at the edge of the vortex.
Then, its head made of machinery and steel poked out of the vortex.
Then, there is its huge body that is six to seven meters high.
It crawled out from the vortex of the altar, and its two arms made of steel began to deform, and finally turned into the sacred object of the great Gatling Bodhisattva-multi-barreled Gatling cannons!
It looks at the world indifferently.
The sun above our heads no longer has much warmth.
It is being slowly corroded by a terrifying evil god.
This world is sad and pitiful.
But it has no emotion and will not have any emotion.
It mechanically walked to Elizabeth in front of the crowd, and knelt down on its feet made of steel.
Elizabeth looked at it, this servant of Gatling Bodhisattva.
She knew that these were Buddhist soldiers sent down by the Bodhisattva.
The guards who guard this mechanical temple and the steel altar for her.
So, she took out the mechanical gospel and recited the gospel to it: "The way of steel is materialistic..."
"Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!"
"Amen!"
After listening to the mass, the huge mechanical guard stood up, then walked to the corner of the altar and integrated his body into it, leaving only half of the mechanical head outside, looking like a giant sleeping inside the altar.
From now on, it will only wake up when a powerful foreign enemy invades.
And its mission here is very simple.
Liberate the chosen people of the Bodhisattva, and let the Iron Bhikkhuni hunt more descendants and minions of the evil god for the great and compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva, and gain more followers.
Be prepared for the eternal Lord to finally come to this world.
He will return!
He will also be destined to awaken!
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