Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Buddha said:

"The donor has a demon in his heart, but he doesn't know it."

His expression froze and he touched his chest. The black heart was filled with a gloomy light.

"You mean...there's something wrong with my heart?"

The Buddha nodded, floated down, put his hand on his head, and silently murmured and recited Buddhist scriptures.

He didn't resist because he felt an affinity.

It was that strange feeling that gave him a sense of security.

Buddha has no ill intentions.

When he finished reading the Buddhist scriptures, his body exuded a deadly aura, and the mark on his chest also erupted with golden and gray light.

"really……"

Buddha put away his cynical attitude and said seriously:

"Donor, who gave you this heart? And who asked you to come to the West?"

He was stunned and replied:

"My heart was sold to me by a boy riding a green ox, and he paid for it to let me go to the West."

The Buddha nodded slightly, retracted his hand, then clasped his hands together and sighed:

"Donor, your mission has been completed, please come back."

He was puzzled.

It's that simple?

"You...don't you have demonic obstacles in my heart? As a Buddha, you should help me get rid of evil thoughts!" He emphasized, "If there is something wrong with my heart and I can't sleep, I will be very distressed. Please Have mercy and help me!”

The Buddha looked at him, and a pair of Buddha pupils reflected golden light, which shone on his face, revealing a ferocious and twisted grimace.

"I'm afraid this is difficult." Fo frowned, pointed at his chest and said, "Do you know what this means?"

He shook his head blankly.

"The Tao Heart Demon Seed." The Buddha's tone became extremely strange. "It will make you go crazy and eventually fall into the abyss of darkness. Who has such great magical power that can actually integrate the Buddha's heart with the energy of death?" , implanted in your body?"

"It was a pig. It ate my heart and made me unable to sleep and have no peace. So I had to find a replacement heart, so I met the bull riding boy who sold his heart. Finally, I came to Got here.”

As he spoke, the look in his eyes became more and more dazzling, as if he had realized something, and he suddenly said:

"Everything is fate, Bald Donkey, you are the one I am destined for! Everything will be with you to complete the last stage of reincarnation."

Buddha remained silent, his kind-hearted face suddenly turned cold, and the Buddha pupils in his eyes quickly transformed, and ghostly fire erupted, revealing a sinister murderous intent.

"Donor, disaster comes from your mouth, don't lie!" the Buddha said coldly.

"It's not a lie, I understand..."

He came forward and looked at the Buddha at close range, with a look of calmness and enlightenment in his eyes.

"Every time I wake up from a dream, I can feel the restlessness in my body. It is the reincarnation of destiny going on. I can sense that this is my final destination! You can help me end all this, right?!"

The Buddha was stunned, staring at him with firm belief, and finally sighed helplessly, clasping his hands together and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"Sin, sin!"

Taking advantage of the victory, he tore off his clothes, exposed his chest in front of the Buddha, and said word by word:

"Please, remove it or purify it so that I can go back to sleep peacefully!"

"I understand."

The Buddha nodded, turned around and flew towards the Pure Land, beckoning:

"Come with me."

He hastened to follow.

The Buddha's speed is very fast. It seems that there is no need to activate the Buddha's power. He only needs to step on the clouds and fog to move easily.

But even with Fengchi Dianqing, he could still keep up.

The golden gray mark on his chest and the mysterious heart in his body provided him with unimaginable power.

The appearance of an immortal that he once longed for is now something he can easily achieve.

Speechless all the way.

The Buddha took him to the door of a ruined temple.

It is hard to imagine that such a dilapidated Buddhist temple exists in such a glorious Buddhist pure land.

The style of the Buddhist temple is incompatible with Xitian.

it.

It seems like that, a withered seed in the lush vegetation!

Suddenly, there was a ray of starlight in the long night sky!

It seems like that, a drifting boat in the roaring sea of ​​sand!

He had some very different feelings about the temple.

It seems that the existence of the temple is not obtrusive at all.

It was meant to stay here.

No matter how many years have passed, it should stand quietly to protect the simplicity in this pure land.

"Do you feel that this place is unreal?" Buddha asked.

"No, to be honest, I like it here."

He looked at the dilapidated Buddhist temple in front of him and murmured:

"If you can, please let me sleep here. It will feel very comfortable."

Buddha smiled and pushed open the door.

What comes into view is a square table covered with red cloth. On top of the square table stands a three-foot-tall faceless Buddha statue.

The moment he saw the faceless Buddha statue, the black Buddha heart in his body began to beat violently.

"Bang-bang-bang!"

The heartbeat was so loud that it even echoed in this small Buddhist temple, like a turbulent trill.

"Why, I feel very comfortable?"

He put his hand on his chest, and his black heart was frantically beating against the golden-gray mark on his chest.

"Open it and let me see." Buddha said solemnly.

He did as he was told, revealing his flat chest. The skin on the right side swelled rhythmically, and the golden-gray mark on it shone brightly.

"It's not too late."

Buddha murmured to himself, stretched out his hand, and a three-color Buddha lotus immediately appeared in the void.

"Relax, don't move."

He nodded in agreement, lowered his hands naturally, raised his head, but his eyes couldn't help but stay on the faceless Buddha statue.

"Who is that?"

The Buddha did not answer. He was holding a three-color Buddha lotus and painting around the mark on his chest.

"Bald donkey, answer me, who is it?"

Regardless of Buddha's busyness, he emphasized it again.

In fact, he didn't know why, but this idea suddenly came to his mind.

He must ask clearly!

"A person who was abandoned." Buddha frowned and took the time to reply: "There is also a poor person who surrendered himself."

“Two people, why only one statue?”

"They are one."

After Buddha finished speaking, the work at hand was successfully completed.

Around the mark on his chest, a circle of Sanskrit characters shimmering with golden light emerged.

The Buddha was chanting and reading Buddhist scriptures, and the Sanskrit words were sunken, as if integrated into his body, like complex inscriptions.

"I seem to know them, but also seem... not very familiar with them. This is a very complicated feeling."

His eyes were blurry, and his chest was burning, unaware of the heat. He asked to himself:

"Bald Donkey, can you understand?"

Buddha shook his head and did not answer, but just stared at his chest intently.

"If I fail, will I die?" he murmured in a daze.

"Yes, both body and soul will perish, and you will cease to exist."

The Buddha's tone was cold, and he didn't seem to be compassionate at all!