Chapter 482: The Buddha is Merciful

Tao Zhan looked at everything in front of him in a daze.

It was the treasure that his master had given him.

That piece of divine paper with magical strength helped him defy the heavens and change his fate.

As long as it was stuck on, anyones mind would be distorted and become the divine paper of the puppet that he controlled.

It was a divine paper that was resistant to all physical damages, even if it was roasted in the flames or soaked in the water.

However, at this moment, it was torn apart just like that.

It had been torn like a piece of paper.

He crumpled it into a ball, just like crumpling a piece of paper.

Then, he threw it on the ground and stomped on it.

As the divine paper was damaged, Tao Zhans heart also shattered.

His eyes were red as he looked at the other party.

If you dare to do such boring things in front of me again

Arrogance appeared on the other partys ordinary face. His eyes became extremely dark, just like an abyss.

Ill beat you to death!

His voice wasnt loud, but it was like thunder.

No

It wasnt thunder.

It was the whisper of the evil spirits in h.e.l.l.

It was the hissing of the deepest demons in h.e.l.l.

Tao Zhan raised his head.

His eyes were red under the sungla.s.ses.

How dare you How dare you!

Masters divine paper was torn apart Master will beat me to death!

No Master will take back all the blessings he gave me. I will become the past me I have debuted for many years, and no one knows. Any studio, any studio manager, any lighting master, can scold me Tao Zhan, why are you so stupid? Tao Zhan! Do you understand human language? Get lost!

The current him could no longer adapt to that kind of life.

The current him was the top cla.s.s.

He was the elder brother in the hearts of countless fans.

He had sold himself to become famous; he had become the person he used to dislike the most.

However, he was still famous!

No matter which production team he went to, he was above everyone else.

Director, scriptwriter, producer Who wasnt bowing and bowing like they were meeting the G.o.d of wealth.

Brother Zhan, theres a scene here. Do you have time to read the script? Brother Zhan, you must help me with this matter Brother Zhan, you just need to rest! How could I trouble you to go through that hards.h.i.+p!

Naturally, there would be a stunt double to act it out for you.

And every time he appeared in public.

There would always be countless fans crowding the roads.

Zhan Zhan, look at Mommy!

Brother Zhan, I love you!

Zhan Zhan!

Just a random song was worth 100 million in cash.

Just a random selfie, and within an hour, there were more than a million comments. The number of likes had reached the maximum limit set by the system.

So

I cant fail!

Your cat

He gritted his teeth.

He had completely lost his rationality.

Quickly give it to me!

Do you know who I am?

If you dare to disobey me again

Each of my fans will spit on you and curse you to death!

He shouted hysterically.

He rushed over recklessly.

He only had eyes for that cat; he only wanted that cat.

But he had no idea that his mind had long been distorted.

Neither did he know that in the void behind him, the black-haired, black-robed monk was smiling while holding a flower.

Amitabha, I am truly merciful to the extreme!

The twelfth grade Black Lotus was spinning under its seat.

Numerous distorted tentacles extended out from under the Black Lotus.

At the end of the void.

Countless Arhats, Vajras, and Bodhisattvas, whose bodies were rotten and their flesh was crawling with terrifying maggots, all revealed relieved smiles.

They all faced one direction. Their festering mouths suddenly split open and bloomed like buds.

Amitabha! Amitabha is merciful!

These once Holy Buddhas had now been completely distorted.

They had become the Buddhas of distortion, chaos, and darkness.

The monks sitting on the Black Lotus quietly waved their hands.

They turned into a light shadow, fell on Ling Pingans shadow, and then burrowed in.

Buddha without heaven.

It was just a thought that was a little stronger.

It was just an imagined Buddha.

At this moment, Tao Zhan had just rushed to Ling Pingan.

The man in front of him was wearing a bamboo hat, sungla.s.ses, and a mask. He wanted to hide his ident.i.ty, but he was suddenly provoked. He screamed and rushed to his front hysterically.

F*ck! Ling Pingan raised his eyebrows. What is going on? Did this guy take drugs? he thought.

The entertainment circle of the Federal Empire was the same as the entertainment circle of the whole world.

Those people who were so bored that they had begun to doubt their lives easily lost themselves in the Vanity Fair.

Therefore, every year, a few b*stards were exposed to take drugs.

The cultural traditions and values of the federal empire would not tolerate any public figures having a bad influence on others.

Not to mention taking drugs, even celebrities who cheated, regardless of gender, would be collectively banned for a period of time.

This was not an administrative order, nor was it an official instruction.

Instead, it was the collective consciousness of the entire society acting.

This was why the Federal Empire would always flaunt their discipline and strive to gain the mainstreams approval.

This was probably because the more they lacked, the more they wanted.

Ling Pingan looked at the traffic that was charging over like a madman.

He hurriedly hugged his cat and jumped to the side.

The other party was charging too fiercely, and Ling Pingan dodged it accidentally.

With a thud, he fell to the ground.

His head smashed into the hard and smooth floor, making a crisp sound.

At this moment, Ling Pingan realized that everyone in the exhibition hall was already looking at him.

The gazes of these people were a little strange.

Ling Pingan was dumbfounded.

He quickly pulled away from the relations.h.i.+p. I didnt do anything!

This idiot fell on his own! Dont even think about blaming it on him.

Especially this idiots fans.

Ling Pingan believed that the exhibition hall had surveillance cameras.

He really didnt meet this guy, who had probably taken too many drugs and thought that he was so awesome that he was about to become Superman.

But the entire exhibition hall was terrifyingly quiet.

Ling Pingan even heard the sound of many people swallowing their saliva.

He blinked, not quite understanding what these people had just seen?

Zheng Manjing came out of the elevator.

Suddenly, she turned her head.

Growing up under the light of Buddhas bone relics, she was extremely sensitive to the strength of Buddha.

She lowered her head.

She saw a black lotus throne reflected on the marble floor of the exhibition hall.

As the Lotus throne was split open, the Buddhas light spread silently.

It was the Black Buddhas light.

The bracelet on her wrist, which was woven from the lotus seeds of the Buddha Lotus, was trembling slightly.

In the lotus seeds, one could vaguely hear the praises of the Buddhas.

Amitabha!

Buddha Amitabha is merciful!

Buddha Amitabha? ! Zheng Manjings heart started beating rapidly as she understood that there was no Buddha named Amitabha in the mythical grade.

Was the name important to the Buddha?

It was not important!

Tathagata could be Tathagata, it could also be Zhang San or Li Si.

Therefore, the most Buddhism talked about was to put down the obsession and cut off the troubles.