I am a professional at killing time travelers

After a while, Zhipin stood up, his eyes still empty, and he no longer looked solemn and dignified as before.

"May I ask, benefactor, are you the living body of the Buddha?"

Zheng Qiu laughed: "I am your uncle!"

Zheng Feng said directly: "I feel that you are so irritable today. This is not your style!"

Zheng Qiu also noticed: "There is someone around here! He is influencing me! This feeling is just like Zhao Yiban! Is there anyone else around here?"

At this time, an old monk wearing a five-colored cassock, followed by a young novice monk, walked slowly in the air and said, "I am here to see you, the donor."

The old monk, with white eyebrows and beard, walked to Zheng Qiu and knelt on the ground. "I didn't know that the Buddha was in the world. Please return to the Buddha's kingdom and lead the monks to save all living beings!"

Zheng Qiu just felt annoyed: "You also get out of here!"

As he spoke, he instantly came to the little monk and pulled him into his hands: "Who are you?"

The young monk bowed slightly and said, "I, Huikong, greet the Buddha!"

Zheng Qiu frowned and looked cold: "Are you Shi Xingyu?"

There was a hint of surprise in the little monk's pretty eyes: "Buddhist, you know my secular name?"

Zheng Qiu used the Qi-Watching Technique to carefully examine the young monk, and immediately felt relieved: "It seems that you are the one influencing me! Why do you say that I am a Buddhist?"

The young monk put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, that is because of the merits of the donors! Such merits can only be obtained by the Buddha walking in the world."

Zheng Qiu was stunned and looked at the old monk who was kneeling on the ground: "Is this the case?"

The old monk repeatedly said yes: "Buddha! That's right! In this world there is reincarnation and cause and effect. Buddha has hundreds of faces and millions of incarnations walking in the world. And you are the one with unparalleled merits and virtues. If you had not saved billions of lives, you would never have such a cultivation level."

Zheng Qiu knew how he gained his merits. He was constantly killing boundary breakers to save his own world. Even if he destroyed the Shura world of the Night King, it was still a merit from the perspective of his own world. He dared to guarantee that his merits had nothing to do with this so-called Buddha.

"What if you meet someone with greater merit than me?"

The old monk stood up quickly and took out a relic from his cassock with both hands: "This is the glass relic left by our Buddha when he passed away. Please accept it! From now on, you will be the Buddha's walking in the world. You are our only Buddha child. Your words are the code of conduct for our Jinshan Temple. Millions of Buddhas will listen to your orders!"

The relic was translucent and radiated golden light, which made people feel calm just by looking at it. Zheng Qiu picked it up and looked at it, then looked at the young monk: "Really?"

Shi Xingyu once again chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha Buddha. The Buddhist scriptures say that one flower is a world, one leaf is a bhikkhu. Even if you are not a Buddha, you can be called a Buddha based on your merits!"

Zheng Qiu laughed loudly: "Big monk, please get up!"

The old monk quickly stood up, put his hands together and said humbly: "I am not worthy of being called a great monk by the Buddha. My Buddhist name is Da Yu."

Zheng Qiu's face was filled with black lines: "What a lousy level this temple is! One is Zhi Tan, one is Zhi Poor, one is Hui Kong, plus you are here Da Yu, does that mean there is no one with a brain?"

"Amitabha......"

Zheng Bing suddenly stepped forward and said, "I understand what you said, Boss! If they say fuck again!"

Zheng Qiu rolled his eyes at Zheng Bing, and then continued, "You are looking for a Buddhist disciple, but I am not one! There is no need to use those useless things to win me over. This relic may be the greatest treasure in the world for Buddhists, but to me it is just a glowing bead."

"You don't need to tell me anything. I am the Buddha walking in the world. I know I am not! I am not anyone's incarnation or reincarnation. I am just me. This kind of false reputation is useless to me. As for the millions of Buddhas obeying my orders, I don't care about this power! The so-called wealth, fame and power are just passing clouds to me. You saying these makes me feel that you are just like that. Buddhism is not that profound. I will return this relic to you!"

The old monk took it respectfully and put the glass relic away again: "I am obsessed with appearances!"

Zheng Qiu rolled his eyes and said, "Give me this boy! I will teach him what Tao is!"

The old monk's calm face suddenly filled with smiles: "Thank you, Buddha!"

Zheng Qiu suddenly laughed: "You guys are really interesting. If you can beat them, you kill the monsters. If you can't beat them, you meditate and discuss the Dao. What on earth are you practicing?"

The old monk naturally knew that Zheng Qiu was insulting them, but his face became calm again: "All living beings are suffering. My Buddha is compassionate. Cultivate great compassion. When you open your eyes, you see all living beings. When you close your eyes, you see nothing!"

Zheng Qiu laughed: "I think you are just idle! I'm taking this kid away! You should think carefully about what I said."

Zheng Qiu said this and disappeared with the little monk in his hand.

Zheng Bing looked at Dayu awkwardly: "That old bald donkey, are you still going to fight?"

The old monk had a kind smile on his face: "Donor, I don't want to be in the world of mortals, but saving all living beings is my lifelong wish. Please help me practice!"

Zheng Bing's face changed slightly: "Old bald donkey! I really like women! Get out of here! Believe it or not, I will let the boss kill you!"

The old monk laughed: "Everyone is looking for fame and fortune! A human-shaped Rakshasa heart, abandoning and respecting the elderly, I have a little story to tell you!"

As the old monk spoke, a rope full of golden light appeared in his hand. He was seen pinching the flower-picking finger in his hand and muttering something.

The golden rope was summoned and began to twist on its own. With a single move of the old monk's finger, it tied up Zheng Bing and hung him upside down under a big tree.

Zheng Bing struggled to break free, but the harder he struggled, the tighter the rope became. As the rope became tighter, Zheng Bing felt that the spiritual energy in his body was being sealed.

The old monk sat under the tree, his face facing the fallen Zheng Bing.

Zheng Bing continued to struggle and called for help: "Second brother! Save me! This old bald donkey is trying to kill me!"

Zheng Yuan seemed to have thought of something, and immediately slapped his forehead: "Oh! I have something else to do! You guys go ahead and do your work first!"

Zheng He and his companions just laughed and followed Zheng Yuan to escape.

The old monk shook his head gently: "Don't shout, donor! All this is the Buddha's instruction! I can see that the Buddha is kind-hearted, and you are the root of trouble. I am willing to feed the demon with my body to help you calm your mind!"

When the seven Buddha heads around heard that the abbot was about to start preaching, they hurriedly retreated dozens of steps and sat down in the shade.

"The abbot has started again!"

"Amitabha! Zhitan, you are obsessed with appearances! The abbot is just following the Buddha's orders! Moreover, feeding the demons with one's own body is the true state of mind of compassion."

The old monk sat cross-legged with a cane in his hand: "I see that you have no respect for the old and the young, so I will tell you a little story! The Ullambana Sutra says that the Venerable Maudgalyayana and Jibala became the mother of an evil ghost..."