Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of not having a heart, I'm afraid of having problems with my heart, and I'm afraid that I'll never be able to sleep again!"

He looks complicated.

"Bald Donkey, do you know what it feels like to die?"

"I know, it's like sleeping, but you won't dream, let alone wake up."

The Buddha's eyes were fixedly looking at the intersection of brilliance, but the words he spoke were terrifying.

"Really? It must feel good, but it's a pity that I can't dream, even though I hate dreaming."

The golden gray mark on the chest reflected the golden light of the Sanskrit script, causing intense pain.

He didn't realize it.

"But you know what? Dreaming makes me feel the existence. I live in this world, and I still have a chance to sleep again."

"Every time I wake up from a dream, there will be a time when I return to the ruins with no fixed square and center circle."

Buddha shook his head and sighed.

"Life and death, why bother with persistence?"

"That makes sense." He smiled, "Bald Donkey, I find you a bit more pleasing to the eye now."

"Donor, please take care of yourself first." Buddha pointed at his chest, "It's about to jump out."

He looked stunned and hurriedly covered his chest with both hands.

Even though there was a burning sensation in the palm of his hand, he still covered it tightly.

The black heart impacted the golden gray mark, and layers of golden light rippled like circles of ripples in sleep.

"Donor, don't you feel pain?" Buddha said.

"My hands will hurt and burn, but my heart won't hurt." "It's very comfortable, just like sleeping."

As he spoke, his eyelids gradually lowered, and the look in his eyes became more and more confused.

"Your mind has been shaken."

The Buddha's face was solemn, and he stepped forward to read Buddhist scriptures to him.

"Really? Why...why do I feel like I want to sleep so much...It's so noisy, the sound of my heartbeat is too noisy."

His body swayed, and he felt weak all over, and his head and hands drooped unconsciously.

"Shou Xin, what you need is not sleep, but the faith to face your fears!"

The voice of the Buddha chanting and reading Buddhist scriptures became louder and louder, and the speed of his speech became faster and faster.

"Bald Donkey, you look anxious."

He endured the pain and forced a smile.

"Buddhas should not be impatient. A Buddha should be aloof, free from desires, thoughts, and selfless."

"you are wrong."

The Buddha's eyes flashed with coldness and coldness.

"Buddha is dirty."

He raised his head in surprise and looked at the Buddha in front of him. The beating frequency of his black heart suddenly increased.

"Bald Donkey, you have violated the precepts."

"Yes, so what."

"You will die."

He took a step forward with difficulty and looked directly into the Buddha's eyes.

"They'll kill you."

"I am not afraid of death. On the contrary, for countless years, I have been unable to wish for death."

As the Buddha spoke, the sound of chanting Buddhist sutras suddenly stopped.

The Sanskrit words engraved on his chest have completely disappeared from his body.

The golden light and gray light set off each other, and the death energy rose up.

Variation occurred.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground, convulsing.

When the Buddha saw this, he showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time.

While he was being tortured, he stared at the Buddha with eyes full of resentment.

"You should be happy, I brought you out of the sea of ​​suffering." Buddha smiled.

He shouted a few words at the top of his lungs.

"You lied to me!"

Buddha shook his head.

"Monks don't lie, donor, you should understand this."

"You deserve it too?!"

There was a ball of fire and a piece of ice in his chest. The mixture of ice and fire violently impacted his consciousness.

Severe pain is not enough to describe this feeling, falling into the abyss is quite suitable.

"Who am I not worthy of?"

Buddha's expression suddenly became ferocious, and there was a hint of madness in his twisted face.

"Say! Who else is worthy of being called Buddha besides me, Jin Chanzi?! Tathagata?! Donor! Listen up, I'm saying - go to hell Tathagata!"

His mouth felt astringent, and he was speechless for a moment.

"You should just follow the Buddhist path for me honestly."

Buddha snorted coldly and turned back to look at the faceless Buddha statue.

"What kind of heart is what kind of person? You and Ksitigarbha are both idiots!"

His expression froze, as if he had heard some shocking secret.

"It's Ksitigarbha?"

Buddha sneered.

"No, you are Ksitigarbha now."

The Buddha leaned down, pulled up his hair, and dragged him step by step toward the temple entrance.

"Show me the true face of this pure land!"

Buddha waved his hands and shouted angrily.

The scene in front of me is like a bubble phantom, which will collapse immediately.

The earth turned into desolation in an instant, cracking open inch by inch, and winding to the end inch by inch.

Rolling magma surged up and flowed on the edge of the gap. Wherever it went, everything returned to ruins, and black smoke rose into the sky.

Looking up from the perspective of the black smoke, the sky that was originally glittering with golden light was now covered with a dark curtain.

In the deep clouds and mist, there are no more experts at the peak.

There are just...thousands of struggling and roaring souls!

countless.

No one can count how many souls there are in the darkness.

They are poor people who have been struggling under the shadow of darkness for countless years.

When he saw the truth, he burst into tears.

"You've wanted to do this from the beginning, right?"

Buddha's eyes flashed.

"You should listen to my advice and leave honestly."

"Too bad I didn't, so I fell into your trap."

He smiled miserably, the pain in his body couldn't compare to the tremors in his soul.

"why?"

When the Buddha heard this, he closed his eyes.

"I don't know, maybe it's fate."

The world collapsed, the pure land turned into a realm of death, and the gorgeous palaces and Buddhist temples were destroyed.

At the end of the crack, a large hand appeared on the horizon.

What kind of hand is that...

It is as high as the sky and controls the earth in the lines on the palm.

Like the origin of all things, or the end of all things.

The black curtain invaded, and the big hand suddenly moved, disturbing a dead area.

"Did you see it?"

The Buddha's ferocious face slowly calmed down, and his compassionate eyes shot straight out, locking in the center of that big hand.

"When two bastards fight, it's us who suffer."

He looked confused, and the only reality he could feel was the entanglement and collision of the Buddha's breath and death energy in his body.

"Yes, how could you possibly understand..." Buddha looked bitter, "After today, the world will never turn around again, the darkness will completely swallow up the last ray of light, and the Three Realms will forever become that person's stepping stone. "

He really could not understand the Buddha's pain, but he was infected by this desperate sadness and burst into tears.

"Is there really no hope?" he asked.

"Maybe, but not now, maybe in the future."

Buddha grabbed his head, lifted him in front of him, and said word by word:

"If you see hope, please hold on to it and never let go."

He murmured and finally nodded.

"Okay, it's time to say goodbye."

The Buddha smiled, waved his hand, and threw him into the boundless sky...