My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 219 Golden Dust
"Please tell me in detail."

Zhu Houcong looked at the golden Buddha approaching slowly in front of him, listened to Yuantong's words in his ears, and said.

The golden Buddha in front of you can stand out among the many golden Buddhas. The main hall enshrined by the monks in the temple for pilgrims from all over the world to pay their respects is naturally outstanding.

The strength is obviously not comparable to the minions that Zhu Houcong crushed with his bare hands before.

The golden Buddhas in front of them are all eight feet tall, their bodies are covered with golden paint, and their faces are majestic and compassionate.

"The reason is very simple. The last time an eminent monk transformed into a Buddha in our Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple was a hundred years ago when Yuan Ting stole the artifact and the people lived under the rule of barbarians."

Having said this, Yuantong looked at the previous patriarchs of Wanfo Temple who seemed to realize that Zhu Houcong was not easy to mess with, and slowly and tentatively approached.

"And according to the manuscripts left by the past ancestors of Wanfo Temple before they transformed into Buddhas, most of the ancestors were aware of their emotions before transforming into Buddhas, leaving enough time to arrange their affairs after death - but now , after a hundred years, the Patriarch suddenly turned into a Buddha and left without any warning, how can we not make people suspicious?"

"That makes sense—"

Even though I knew that the monk was speaking half-heartedly, I'm afraid there were still things he hadn't explained.

But Zhu Houcong didn't care.

After all, once we enter the Main Hall, there will be another good show to watch.

The corpse Buddha in front of him finally couldn't hold back anymore. The thick smell of blood in the air stimulated these horrible things all the time. Driven by desire, these compassionate true Buddhas wielded the demon-subduing pestle and smashed it at the uninvited guests in front of the Mahavira Palace in front of them.

Dozens of corpse Buddhas have surrounded the people in front of them, with ferocious and compassionate expressions changing on their faces. No matter how extraordinary the cultivation level of the person in front of them is, as long as he still belongs to the category of human beings.

Then it was inevitable that his skull would be smashed to pieces by these demon-subduing pestles that carried dozens of tons of force like cracking mountains and cracking rocks.

But with a crisp sword cry, their smiles froze on their faces.

"Don't pretend to be dead! Come out to work! If you do a good job, I will pull hundreds of death row inmates out of the prison and let you eat meat -"

Listening to Zhu Houcong's promise, and feeling the blazing Three Yang Mysterious Fire in Zhu Houcong's hand, which he would re-create whenever he had a disagreement, King Qin's Sword made a fawning cry.

Then he quickly rose into the sky, slashing towards the corpse Buddhas in front of him with a scarlet light far greater than before and the burning Three Yang Mysterious Fire behind him.

Looking at the Corpse Buddhas in front of me who have at least 500 years of cultivation, they are all broken in one blow by King Qin's sword.

Zhu Houcong was a little more certain about the guess he had in his mind when he first obtained the King of Qin Sword.

The King of Qin's Sword and the Xuanjun Order passed down from generation to generation by Qin Tianjian are probably not things that can be forged by humans or some evil spirits who drink hair and drink blood.

Although the civilization level of those alien races seemed to be very high, they looked at the King of Qin sword in front of them, which seemed to be quite ignorant of all laws in the world and could cut through anything as long as it was powerful.

Zhu Houcong didn't think that the alien races in this world who wanted to kneel down and lick the soles of evil gods every day could really build such a weapon.

If they really have this ability, why should they succumb to the slavery of evil gods and be so humble?
"Roar!"

Those golden heads flew high, and their remaining corpses still maintained their attacking posture. The chests were about to tear apart the human blood-eating creatures in front of them. Before they even let out their roars, golden blood spurted out. The Buddha's blood vibrated the air, emitting a shrill scream of a piercing flesh-and-blood instrument.

These headless corpses subconsciously waved the magic pestles in their hands, and the air waves they set off, accompanied by the golden dust in the air, directly knocked the two people behind Zhu Houcong to the ground.

Wait... golden dust?As several headless golden bodies around them fell heavily, deep pits were created on the ground.

From the broken wounds of these golden Buddhas, countless golden light and electricity flew into the air as if they were alive - the floating golden dust around them became increasingly dense.

"This is--"

Yuantong coughed twice as he fell to the ground. He felt that his internal organs were surging under the blow from the corpse Buddha before his death.

He looked at the golden dust that seemed to be alive in front of him, his face full of confusion and surprise.

On the other hand, Tang Cai'er looked at the light spots around her, but as if she had been electrocuted, she jumped up from the ground regardless of the pain and ran to Zhu Houcong's side to avoid it.

She looked at the golden light spots around her with an expression of disbelief, as if she knew what happened after the golden light and electricity appeared.

Next to Zhu Houcong, perhaps out of fear of Zhu Houcong, the King of Qin's Sword has been shining with scarlet light since the appearance of these golden lights.

Or maybe it was because Zhu Houcong's qi and blood were so strong that all demons could not invade him, and a vacuum was formed in a one-meter radius around Zhu Houcong.

Tang Cai'er watched the gold powder on her body recede on its own after approaching the Emperor Ming Ting in front of her, and she let out a long sigh of relief on her originally panicked face.

"what happened?"

Zhu Houcong looked at the demon girl next to him who was almost clinging to him. The King Qin Sword in his hand seemed to be aware of the displeasure in her heart. In an instant, the red light glowed brightly, and an evil aura rushed straight towards Tang Cai'er.

Tang Cai'er was shocked again when she saw this. Fortunately, Zhu Houcong restrained Qin Wangjian's desire for flesh and blood in time, leaving her enough time to dodge, and she saved her life.

"Maitreya...Maitreya comes to the world..."

Seeing Zhu Houcong in front of him caringly extending his hand to help her up, Tang Caier was moved for a moment as he was frightened one after another.

The emperor's hands in front of him were cold, but he could vaguely feel the heat of the blood flowing under the cold skin.

Tang Cai'er held Zhu Houcong's hand tightly, as if grasping the last life-saving straw. She looked at the golden dust around her with an expression of a shattered outlook on life.

"This is the secret method used by Han Lin'er, Liu Futong and others to gather believers to practice Buddhist soldiers at the end of the Yuan Dynasty - the art of Maitreya coming to the world. It is said that as long as believers successfully cast [-] ancient golden Buddhas in the world, they can summon the real Maitreya to come. In this mortal world, I wish you true peace and tranquility in the world!"

"But this shouldn't happen when Ming Taizu threw Han Lin'er into the Yangtze River and drowned... No - I mean, Xiao Ming Wang accidentally encountered a river disaster on the way to meet Taizu, and the inheritance has been completely cut off!"

When Tang Cai'er said this, her face collapsed.

She finally realized what was happening in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple now.

Temples where true gods are buried, ancient temples that have been passed down for thousands of years, tens of thousands of eminent monks who died and their bodies turned into Buddhas and demons——

The ancient gods are resurrected, demons are dancing wildly, and chaos is coming——

This is a precursor to the beginning of troubled times, and it is also one of the prerequisites for Maitreya's art of coming to the world to be implemented.

Tang Cai'er looked at everything around her with incomprehensible horror in her eyes.

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(End of this chapter)