Becoming a god starts from planting a Bodhi tree.

Chapter 41 Ideals, Reality and Science Fiction (Please read on!!!)
"My second uncle had a son, who is my cousin. His name is Yang Tian. He has excellent martial arts talent, but he was attacked and killed by the Supreme Buddha Sect during a mission, and his mind was collected."

"After that, my second uncle was obsessed with tracking down the traces of the Supreme Buddha Sect. This was his mental illness, and it had become a demon in his heart."

"This battle is tricky..."

Zhang Chongba quickly explained the current situation to Ji Jingqiu and asked him to evacuate with the Security Bureau.

"Commissioner Zhang, aren't you going to leave the drone behind?" Deputy Director Jin asked, "It can still provide cover for you."

Zhang Chongba shook his head and said:

"Fire suppression is meaningless against this thing. We are the only four fourth-level warriors present who can cause damage to it. Among them, Ah Dao can cause the most damage to it."

"Did you see the golden fire that exploded just now? It is essentially the 'god' raised by Adao."

Deputy Director Jin wiped his sweat and said, "Commissioner Zhang, why don't we ask the local gods of Tai'an City for help? We have several gods enshrined here..."

"I have issued a mandatory call!"

Zhang Chongba interrupted,

“The local gods will be here soon, you must take my brother and retreat safely to the upper city!
We will do everything in our power to keep the fighting confined to a few miles."

Ji Jingqiu on the side said nothing.

It's not that he didn't want to leave, it was just that he could tell at a glance that the thing was beyond his ability to handle, and staying would only be a hindrance.

But the little Bodhi tree obviously had its own ideas, and was constantly conveying to him emotions of joy, joy, and joy.

He took a moment to glance inside.

Fat Tiger was found huddled in a corner with his head in his hands, almost digging a hole to bury himself in. It was obvious that he had a complete childhood.

The small Bodhi tree was swaying happily, emitting a green and faint light, clear and hazy.

Ji Jingqiu hesitated for a moment and asked the Bodhi tree for a solution in his heart.

If it is the same as the jade Buddha, then he is confident that the Bodhi tree can suppress the other party.

However, this Buddha, who appears pure white on the outside but is actually pure black on the inside, is not an easy person to deal with at first glance. The four warriors of the fourth realm can only hurt him. It is probably difficult for me to approach him, so how can I use him as fertilizer?
Unless the other party is like Li Buyi, who actively feeds himself and enters his inner world.

But ideals are full, while reality is skinny.

Xiaoshu's answer is more sci-fi:

Spread the net and the birds will fall into it.

Ji Jingqiu followed Bodhi's instructions and sat down, spreading the net, waiting for the young swallows to fall into it.

……

Zhang Chongba rushed forward.

Leng Dao stood in front of him, frowning as he looked at the man who was being supported and protected by the pure white Buddha.

They could sense that the members of the Supreme True Buddha Sect below were in very poor condition and were depleted of blood and energy. This was their chance.

Even if they are not his opponent, as long as they can drag the latter's essence to exhaustion, this evil Buddha's spirit will become a rootless duckweed.

"Time is running out. I'm trying to guide the local gods here. You guys just hold on for a while." Zhang Chongba said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Leng Dao answered neatly and quickly. After accumulating strength for a moment, he slashed out again, suppressing the evil Buddha who was expelling the golden flames from his body.

Under their gaze, the man who was mistaken for the evil Buddha's cauldron suddenly became emaciated, as if all the energy and blood in his body had been extracted.

At the same time, a blazing, pure white light burst out, sweeping away the sword intent that the cold knife had buried in its body.

The pure white Buddha was sitting cross-legged in the air, with one hand raised, picking up a flower and smiling, and suddenly there was a magnificent Buddhist sound filling the ears!
It is said to be Buddhist music, but in fact it is the devil's music to cleanse your ears!
Even though Leng Dao was able to integrate the spirit within his sword into the sound of the sword in time to break the devil's sound, he was still unable to stop all living beings within a mile centered on the pure white Buddha, all of whom became incense and candles in front of the Buddha!
If the population density in the lower-income areas was not high, thousands of people would have died!
In just a moment, dozens or even hundreds of people became candles in front of the Buddha. Leng Dao's face was heavy with grief. He opened his clothes, drew blood from his heart with the tip of the knife, and forcibly activated the spirit in the knife.

Federal martial arts adheres to the principle that all things have spirituality.

The highest level of spirituality is divinity.

The so-called heart lamp is the highly concentrated spirituality.

When the heart lamp burns to its climax and the spirituality sublimates to its brightest, the pure divinity is born.

This is the so-called God of Martial Arts.

Only attacks that contain spirituality and divinity can hurt this pure spiritual integration.

Zhang Chongba did not move, but he was already sweating profusely.

He used his body as a coordinate to guide several gods from the native East 3 Huangxing Star to leap down from the ocean of mind.

It is impossible for gods to travel directly through reality; they must have something to rely on.

Just like the evil Buddha at this moment, he is attached to the member of the Supreme True Buddha Sect below.

After receiving the offerings of human candles, the evil Buddha glowed with light all over, and his aura expanded significantly.

A series of unfamiliar faces appeared around him, full of compassion. They looked sacred and evil, like the shadows of thousands of Buddhas.

It said solemnly: "If I can attain Bodhi someday, my light will shine without boundaries, and I will be the only supreme Buddha in the world!"

In an instant, the pure white fire like a tide seemed to cleanse the five turbidities of the world, turning into a boundless sea of ​​fire surging in all directions.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhongba and Leng Dao both looked unhappy.

This evil Buddha's incarnation is trying its best to drain the believers under him, exerting his power to the extreme and releasing pure Buddha fire.

Once this wave of pure white fire spreads, all living beings that are even slightly tainted by it will become its incense and candles!
This guy wants to set up a coordinate in this area, so that even if there is no one to guide him, he can still descend and manifest based on the coordinate!
The Supreme True Buddha Sect indeed has big plans on this planet!
A stream of energy and spirit was as pure and mighty as a fire from heaven flowing upstream. Yang Yan opened the way with his fist and went upstream. All the emotions accumulated over the years were poured into this punch.

It was pain, suffering, hatred, misery, and despair...

Countless complex emotions were all integrated into the fist intent, like iron cavalry chiseling a formation, forcibly opening a path in the sea of ​​fire and suppressing the full outbreak of the sea of ​​fire.

then.

The old man stepped forward with a fierce and tough aura, and delivered his fist with a divine force.

His pale hair and beard were flying like a lion and his angry eyes were shining with golden light, as if he was a god in the sky!

The spell was interrupted, and the pure white Buddha showed a furious look of Vajra. There was no white light of any other color around his body, which turned into a Buddha's palm and pressed down, as if to crush the old man to death with one palm!
Seeing this scene, Zhang Chongba was horrified and almost lost his mind.

It was not because of the Buddha's anger, but because of the old man's disregard for life and death. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped halfway.

No words he said could stop a father who was willing to die to avenge his son.

Finally, Zhang Chongba exhaled deeply, and finally pulled several local gods from the depths of the spiritual ocean, and shouted:

"The evil Buddha is in front, please three true gods to guard the left and right!"

Three phantoms in red, green and white stood behind Zhang Chongba. They were the three gods known to every household in Tai'an City.

Although they are only at the fourth level of the divine rank, the lowest level, the East 3 Brilliant Star is their territory after all, and it is enough for them to work together to expel this evil Buddha's divine thoughts.

The three gods bowed slightly:

"I will follow the orders of the Supervisory Commissioner."

Under Zhang Chongba's cold gaze, Wu Di, who came from the Star Group, had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow the old man below, who was determined to deliver a fist to the god regardless of his own life, to protect him.

Seeing this, Leng Dao did not strike again, but began to meditate, preparing for the final blow.

When dealing with this so-called "god", all material attacks are useless and they can only be suppressed and expelled. Not to mention killing them, even permanently weakening them is difficult to achieve.

Unless you grasp their core, as long as their status does not fall and their origin is not damaged, they are immortal!

Just like Mr. Yang at this moment, his fists and spirit are still heroic. He uses a pair of iron fists to continuously smash the pure white evil Buddha, blasting it into countless scattered white lights.

But this is ultimately useless, just like blasting away a cloud, it just makes the cloud gather and disperse, and it can't hurt the root at all...

Yang Yan naturally knew this.

But so what?
Because it’s useless—

So this punch won’t be thrown?
You're not going to take revenge for the vengeance that's accumulated over twenty years?!
My son died in vain? !

All my persistence over the years should be wasted? !

Yang Yan, who used secret methods to elevate his own spirituality to the extreme, had a pair of golden eyes, a rising aura, and punched non-stop.

He punched again and again, seemingly heroically but in vain. However, his face remained calm and he played it lightly, without any sign of dejection or discouragement. He just punched to meet me, and his punches were as fierce and fearless as thunder, each one more powerful and fearless than the last!
But the more this happened, the more sad and depressed Zhang Chongba, who was watching from the side, felt.

Unprecedented feelings of frustration and resentment overflowed from the chest of this bandit-like man.

Even Wu Di, who was unaware of the inside story, felt a sense of admiration for Yang Yan, whom he had never met before, and felt sad and lonely even though he did not understand his actions.

This is the way the world is.

Some people and some things are not something you are willing to sacrifice your life for, throwing hundreds or thousands of punches at them.

Some things just can’t be done.

Even if a god descends today, what can they do to this evil Buddha?
It's just a matter of expelling or breaking up this clone.

As long as you work hard, you can do it. This is more like a fairy tale...

But it was precisely for this reason that Zhang Chongba ordered his troops to raid the formation, encircle the evil Buddha, and let Yang Yan just punch.

Even if it doesn't go as I wish in the end, but after so many punches, will it at least... make it feel better?

……

As time passes bit by bit.

Yang Yan's fists came out like rain, breaking up the evil Buddha's clone bit by bit, causing it to collapse and recover, collapse and recover, over and over again in a cycle!
Gradually, everyone was shocked to find that——

How come this evil Buddha that was constantly being smashed into pieces was getting smaller and smaller?
Where did his origin flow go? !
At this moment, Yang Yan's energy and spirit surged, and his fist was pointed high.

With one punch, the countless pure white Buddhas that were gradually shrinking and the rain curtains in the sky were all beaten back and scattered!
After the punch was thrown, the old man stood there in a daze, his arrogance slowly subsiding.

It was as if at this moment he saw the thought from his son that he had knocked off the evil god.

He was still the same person back then, waving to me with a smile, saying goodbye, and turning around, just like when he grew up and walked away alone.

Yang Yan suddenly burst into tears, but he was also smiling happily!

Great! Great! Great!

Although he didn't understand what was happening at the moment, he had no regrets in his life!
……

……

Thousands of meters away.

Deputy Director Jin Dazhong hid behind the wall and looked at the battle in the distance.

Then he turned around to look at the young man who was unwilling to leave and even had the leisure and concentration to meditate.

He sighed.

How can this young man be so cunning?
It would have been fine if he refused to leave, but he even insisted on asking me to stay by his side to look after him.

He began to wonder whether he should knock the boy unconscious and carry him back to Upper City. Otherwise, if something happened, how would he explain to Commissioner Zhang?

In the inner world.

Looking at the small Bodhi tree growing taller and taller, and the evil Buddha origins that came to feed like young swallows in a pot -

Ji Jingqiu deeply realized that in addition to reality and ideals, there is something else.

It’s called: science fiction.

When you are lying down, fertilizer will be delivered to your door. When you are sitting on the roadside and daydreaming, a young lady with a slim waist and long legs will hand you milk tea and ask for your WeChat.

This kind of science fiction story is finally his turn!

Just like a young man who has accumulated good deeds for many years and finally received the blessing, Ji Jingqiu stood beside the Bodhi tree, which finally had some growth and was no longer thin, with a bright and energetic look, counting the "big prize" that he had never won in his life:
"One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten pieces..."

"Fly into the Bodhi tree and you will disappear!"

Continue to write, the next chapter will probably be in the early morning. (This picture has been edited)

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