Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

Mr. Jin's eyes widened in disbelief: "He...what is he going to do!"

"What else can you do? Don't you understand? AK, Gatling, airplanes, tanks, armored vehicles... We are going to fight over there!" Mr. Mo Zhizhi said with an excited smile: "I can't tell. I feel pity for this guy. He was compassionate during his lifetime." Why, when I arrived at the plane of death, I turned into a war madman!"

He could even imagine the compassionate guru wearing a cassock, with an ak in his left hand and a Gatling in his right hand, shouting for mercy while riding a tank across hell.

Thinking of this, Mo's smile grew stronger: "No wonder he is Ksitigarbha who vows not to become a Buddha until hell is empty. This guy is afraid that he wants to kill all the gods of death and empty the plane of death!"

Lin Fan also explained: "Before, our Daxia warriors were unarmed there and could only snatch the Death Scythe."

"Those temple-protecting Shinigami also have the equipment advantage."

"Master Compassion needs more powerful equipment now..."

At this time, Mr. Jin also understood why Lin Fan said he couldn't buy it...

Tank paper, aircraft paper, Gatling paper, armored vehicle paper...

There has never been such a paper tie in Daxia!

After all, Daxia people are very traditional and peaceful.

Remember m in one second.

Just burn paper money. How can anyone think of burning equipment for the ancestors and letting them lead troops to fight in the underworld... This is too disrespectful to the bull-headed horse!

This is simply the most hard-core paper tie in history!

"Although the request is a bit high, I still try to see if I can buy it, just in case..." Shang Weitian picked up the phone and dialed the owner of a paper-making factory with a domestic number.

"Ah, Mr. Shang, what can I do?" The boss on the other end of the phone was very enthusiastic.

"Is there any paper binding?" Shang Weitian asked in a deep voice.

The boss laughed: "Are you kidding me? I have nothing but lots of paper! I have whatever you want!"

"That's good." Shang Weitian nodded: "Bring me tanks, aircraft, armored vehicles, 40mm caliber grenade launchers, 20mm anti-machine snipers, anti-tank mines, anti-infantry mines, flamethrowers, Gatling, AK, bullets , grenades, paper bundles for grenades, as many as you can get.”

"There are also missiles, cluster launchers, vehicle-mounted launchers, whatever they are, as long as they are modern weapons!"

For a moment, there was silence on the other side of the phone.

The boss said in a complicated tone: "You may have misunderstood, this is a papermaking factory."

For a moment, listening to the calibers and professional terms, he even thought he was an arms seller.

are you crazy!

Ask me, a paper maker, why I buy these!

Shang Weitian said solemnly: "What I want is paper!"

The boss breathed a sigh of relief: "What you want is a paper tie, that's good... what a fart!"

"What do you want this for? You...hiss...you want Caochao Mansion? This is not a fire, it is not peaceful, and it breaks the rules!" The factory owner looked horrified.

In this business, everyone pays great attention to rules.

"It doesn't matter what I do, I want it now anyway." Shang Weitian said coldly: "Money is easy to come by. Those paper figures and houses you usually have are only five yuan a set when you go out."

"I'll give you six yuan for a set. You can immediately produce the design drawings and increase production! No matter how much we produce, I want it all!"

All of them!

After all, there is an urgent need there!

Brothers are fighting the God of Death over there, how can there be no supply of paper bundles here?

The factory boss is still a little complicated: "No, this is against the rules. We who make paper tie are all very strict about rules. There are some things that we cannot touch. This is our bottom line..."

How can anyone make paper bindings for tanks, aircraft, and armored vehicles? This is unlucky!

What if I offend some ghost or god and take him down with me?

"Seven yuan for a set!"

Shang Weitian interrupted directly, "Why don't I take the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to your place tomorrow to check the accounts? It's your choice!"

"Seven yuan?" The factory boss was silent for a moment and nodded fiercely: "Okay, then I don't care about the rules. In one sentence, if the money is enough, the hell will be smashed! Fuck the rules! Fuck the bottom line! It's agreed. , seven yuan!”

"I will produce the production drawings right now and recruit people to produce it overnight!"

Shang Weitian was a little puzzled: "Didn't you say this is unlucky?"

The boss snorted coldly: "When I make money, I'll burn a bunch of tanks and airplanes paper for myself first. I'm afraid! If anyone turns around and takes me down without opening their eyes, I'll blow them up!"

"If it doesn't work out, I'll throw half of the money I earned into the merit box and ask Buddha to fight him!"

Shang Weitian: "..."

Okay, that's auspicious.

Shang Weitian hung up the phone and said immediately: "Leave this matter to me. You continue the meeting. I will go out and make a few more calls and send out a notice to ask all paper-making factories across the country to set up production lines to specialize in the production of this kind of paper." tie."

"On the basis of not affecting the normal operation of other industries, three million units can be produced in one week!"

After all, even printing factories can make things like paper binding, and even some small rural workshops can tinker with it.

Three million sets in one week, but Shang Weitian was afraid of affecting the normal operation of other industries. Otherwise, all the printing factories and paper binding plants in Daxia would have to be up and running. It would not be a problem to produce tens of millions of sets in one week.

For a while.

Everyone looked strange.

They can imagine the compassionate master incarnating as Ksitigarbha, commanding a group of soldiers with live ammunition, leading an army of tanks, chasing the shivering God of Death with a sickle, and blasting all over the ground...

The abbot clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, you have done evil."

Dao Wanqian sighed: "Oh, I have begun to sympathize with those gods of death now."

Situ Hong frowned and said, "Shang Weitian, you seemed to have missed mentioning nuclear bombs just now."

Dao Wanqian: "...I sympathized too early just now."

Mr. Chen, who was wearing a white coat, pushed up his glasses and frowned: "I always feel... this seems a bit unscientific..."

"The gods have come, the god of death has come out, why do you care about science!" Jin Lao frowned and said: "Just burn it! Burn AKs, burn tanks! Paper-made nuclear bombs, satellites, walkie-talkies, individual soldier tactical equipment, etc. Burn them all!"

"In order to ensure that it can be used, Abbot, please give it a light before burning it again!"

After saying that, Mr. Jin looked at Lin Fan again: "What about the third thing?"

The third thing.

Lin Fan looked at the abbot: "Now we need to trouble the Buddhists."

"Amitabha, I can probably guess it." The abbot clasped his hands together: "Ksitigarbha has just woken up and must be very weak."

"I will arrange for the disciples to recite the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" day and night, gather Buddhist beliefs, and quickly restore Ksitigarbha's strength."

At this point, the abbot sighed: "It's just that the Buddhist scriptures contain the most profound principles, but they are difficult to understand. For ordinary disciples, reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra four times a day is the limit. Even an old monk like Lao Na can recite it skillfully in one day. It can also be recited six times at most.”

After all, a Buddhist scripture starts with a few hundred pages!

The Ksitigarbha Sutra is divided into thirteen chapters, with a total of more than 17,000 words!

It takes more than four hours to say one word per second!

"Based on this, even if Buddhists recite it day and night, I'm afraid it will only restore 30% of Ksitigarbha's strength. At this point, it will still take several years, even decades."

Lin Fan also nodded.

This is also the difference between Eastern gods and Buddhas and gods.

Gods, who make people fear with fear and killing, conquer the plane and force the beings of a plane to become their followers.

Afterwards, you can harvest divine power again and again.

The Eastern gods and Buddhas, including the Eastern Martial Gods who became gods in the flesh, gain strength from the memory of the human race. They do not build fear, and do not require a life to believe in themselves wholeheartedly.

If you believe voluntarily, you will be credible.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe it.

These are two ways for gods to gain power.

The second method is of course not as fast and thorough as the gods' method of establishing fear through killing, but it allows a race to still have free will.

But free will often hinders the development of faith, which is why gods are unwilling to choose this method.

This is why the Eastern gods and Buddhas in this fertile plane were initially defeated by the conquering gods.

Because they don't want to see this plane as a splendid civilization with a hundred flowers blooming, and lose their free will because of themselves.

Many conquered gods have also adopted the second method, but the second method... is too troublesome, too cumbersome, and has too little effect!

Only if Buddhists are pious, chant sutras and burn incense, can they provide the power of vows to the gods and Buddhas of the East.

On weekdays, some Buddhists pick up rosary beads and chant sutras for a few minutes. After putting them down, they eat and drink.

How can it be compared to the life of a plane that respects itself wholeheartedly, surrenders to itself every moment, chants the name of God silently every minute, and chants hymns, without any will of its own, only with complete respect for the gods? ?

The second method is too troublesome and yields too little!

"Amitabha, this is all we can do now." The abbot sighed, and then waved to the young monk and said, "If you don't realize it, go back with me and recite sutras for your senior brother day and night to help him recover."

With that said, the abbot turned around and left.

But then.

"No, please wait." Mr. Chen, who had been silent all this time, frowned and said, "Although I still feel that this matter has become a bit unscientific, I still want to ask."

"If you add technological help to your Buddhist process of chanting sutras, knocking wooden fish, turning merit wheels, and offering incense, will it affect the final effect?"

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