The great catastrophe of the ghost coming to the world ended with a ridiculous ending.
Halfway through the appearance of the Heavenly Ghost, he was repulsed by the Wordless Heavenly Book. Instead, he lit a candle and resurrected all the lives that had been sacrificed since this calamity, not only the Nine Heavens, but also the disciples of Buddhism.
From one point of view, the former Immortal Lord Wang Fu was not a stingy person.
In comparison, Buddhism's boat of overcoming tribulation is not only useless, but also exudes a petty spirit.
So many people were resurrected, there was a lot of excitement in the sky and on the ground, and many certainties were overturned.
The biggest certainty is that Buddhism will flourish, but it has also encountered challenges.
Originally, the Buddha was supreme, and even though he was somewhat defeated by the final demons, no one said anything.
However, the Book of Heaven came forward and turned the ghosts into candles, lit them and resurrected all living creatures.
In such a comparison between the two, Wang Fu was still superior, and his position as the Lord of Heaven established by himself was unshakable.
Although there is no Nine Heavens, the orthodoxy of the Bridge of Heaven and Earth is still inevitable and the Heaven will continue.
Ruyi Tianjun, Kongxuan Immortal, Zhen Shura, three or five legions, and countless old troops from the Nine Heavens gathered around the Lord of Heaven to ascend the throne. Buddhism had no choice but to pinch its nose, take advantage of recognition, and treat him as an equal.
However, the Lord of Heaven is walking on thin ice under the infinite glory. He knows that the people below are not in awe of him, but the three wordless books in his hand, which were given to him by Wang Fu and are also the certificate of the Lord of Heaven.
If one day, the Book of Heaven leaves him, the Lord of Heaven will have to be replaced.
Therefore, the Lord of Heaven is not too greedy for power, but decentralizes power and spends the whole day in seclusion to study the Heavenly Book.
On the other side of Buddhism, although the Buddha was unwilling to do so, the great calamity passed and Buddhism finally ushered in a more prosperous situation.
The future of Thousand Buddhas' coming into the world will begin from the day he becomes a Buddha, and the future will be even more prosperous.
The so-called heaven was supported for a while by Wang Fu's three volumes of wordless heavenly books. When he saw through the nature of the heavenly books, it would be the moment when heaven would be destroyed and Buddhism would become the sole leader.
"Wang Fu, where did you go?"
The Buddha was always a little strange. He searched all over the world and could not find any trace of Wang Fu.
He now knows that the other party has used the stage of Nirvana to elevate his own realm to another brand new realm.
That state is slightly better than the real Buddha, and has already transcended the world.
But based on his level, it is impossible to predict Wang Fu's whereabouts.
"It's no wonder that the boy is so ignorant that he clashes with the gods."
In a dilapidated Taoist temple, the thin smoke of burning smoke fills the air.
The tourist attractions are already deserted, but the tour guides are also weak and sell a bunch of shabby 'specialties'.
Wang Fu knelt in front of the stone statue, with the corners of his mouth raised and a sarcastic smile on his face. I'm back again.
All stories begin with that ridiculous trip, which begins at Po Tao Temple and will definitely end here.
Just a moment ago, in his Nirvana state, he inspired the three volumes of wordless heavenly books to ignite the heavenly ghost candle with the fire of life.
The moment the life candle is lit, your own life candle will rekindle.
At that moment, Wang Fu was reborn from nirvana, and his realm was elevated to an unprecedented high level.
So what if a person without hair becomes a true Buddha? The true Buddha is bound to that world and has no hope of transcendence.
His current sutra realm is still above the true Buddha, transcending the world, reversing life and death, and can travel through infinite worlds with a single thought.
Then, he took a step forward and came to the beginning of this area.
It is still the ruined Taoist temple, which has not collapsed, no one worships it, and it is deserted.
"Donor, please put some incense on it!"
The old Taoist priest on the side, with palms as skinny as old tree bark, handed over the delicate incense.
Wang Fu raised his head and smiled. What an old Taoist priest. He turned out to be an old man with a familiar face.
"Nirvana."
He spoke subconsciously, and the old Taoist priest across from him said seriously, "Donor, don't use these two words in the Taoist temple."
Understand, when it comes to business conflicts, Buddha talks about Nirvana, but Taoists don’t talk about it.
Wang Fu apologized and said, "I'm sorry."
At this moment, he realized clearly that he had succeeded.
It is never the goal to transcend the world and achieve unprecedented levels. It is to let the phoenix return and rebirth all the old people.
The old Taoist priest in front of me, Yi, was the old man who had no debt back then, a counterpart in this world.
This means that the Phoenix has returned, and everyone has emerged from Nirvana and been reborn.
Wang Fu took the incense, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner. This time, he did not beg to catch the goddess.
Because he knows that he will meet the other person.
"Mr. Sorry, why are you in the Taoist temple again?"
Behind the Taoist temple, a dozen luxury cars and men in suits and sunglasses filled the already disrespectful backyard.
The secretary remembers that he was sweating profusely and that the person opposite him was a slow-moving old Taoist priest.
Wang Fu doesn't watch the news, but he doesn't know that the old Taoist priest is the boss of the largest pharmaceutical group in the city.
"I have no choice but to like the carefree feeling of being a Taoist priest."
Mr. Qian, an old Taoist priest, shrugged and said, "It's fun to come and relax once in a while."
He looked in the direction Wang Fu left and frowned suddenly. The young man he met just now seemed familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he had no impression of him. It was strange. After leaving the Taoist temple, Wang Fu traveled around and found the lost old people one after another.
Photos of Hu Wuying becoming a model worker in a steel mill, wearing a big red flower on her chest, and smiling brightly were broadcast on the TV station.
Jing Laosan is a real estate tycoon who has contracted a large area of wasteland to build livable real estate with a retro style of ancient architecture. However, he has been very upset recently because his son is disobedient and unwilling to inherit the family business after graduation.
Master Wan Jian, as the inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, has just arrived in this city to vigorously promote ancient swordsmanship.
Celestial Master Chiqiu, in the snake museum of the zoo, the reptile snakes that others avoid are extremely docile in his hands.
With his unparalleled swordsmanship, becoming a national athlete, and traveling to overseas games, he is the favorite to win the gold medal this year.
After that……
My mentor, Ding Zhangdian, teaches at the university, and his major is...the development direction of biomicrocurrent in medical treatment.
Wang Fu either met them face to face or passed by each other. With his ability, he could restore the other person's memory and magic power with one hand, but he did not, because this was their life.
On this day, he was tired from walking, so he sat on the rocks by the lake in the park, looking at the rippled lake surface with the gentle breeze, and the weeping willows that were constantly plucking. Wang Fu relaxed physically and mentally, and couldn't help but want to take a nap.
The sound of footsteps sounded in my ears, and the sound of two girls talking.
Judging from the tone, it sounds like a pair of best friends who have a good relationship. They just quarrel, but they don't forgive each other.
"Okay, you said I was destined to be an orphan. Believe it or not, I can just pick someone up from the road and we can make it happen on the spot." "Haha, give it a try."
As soon as Wang Fu wasn't paying attention, a small hand stretched out from beside him, grabbed his wrist, and lifted it up.
"Look, this guy is pretty good."
Wang Fu was shocked when he saw that the owner of the little hand was Yu Yi'er. Her best friend was scowling beside her, but it was Duanmu Guo.