Cyber Daming

A starless night hung over this pedestrian street, and the icy rain was carried by the cold wind and whizzed past the street.

In front of the store, Qianming’s retro-style lanterns sway in the glare of neon signs, coating passers-by with a layer of red and blue tones.

Even though it was getting late and the rain was heavy, it still couldn't stop the lustful men and women from having fun here.

The sweet-looking couple cuddled up under the same umbrella and walked briskly towards the cheap hotel with the word 'half price' on it.

The drunk man, who smelled of alcohol, stared with blank eyes and touched the back of his head randomly, trying to insert the desire chip he had just bought into his spiritual orifice.

Opposite him, a ragged scavenger squatted under the eaves of the alley, waiting expectantly for him to enter Huangliang.

Among these crowds of people, there are labor slaves on duty, untouchables who cannot afford an iron job, fierce gang members, cunning vendors, and arrogant followers.

Those who sell their bodies and those who sell their "gods" secretly compete with each other, and those who play with money and those who play with life compete with each other.

Among these people are Ming people and Yi people. Not only are there men and women, there are also neither men nor women.

As for age, that is a mystery that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye.

Longtu had mercy on his face, compassion in his eyes, and clasped his hands in front of his chest, like a god in the dust, walking among the blind, ignorant, and lustful crowd.

In his eyes, there is no difference between beauty and ugliness among the pedestrians around him, only the smell on their bodies differs.

The rusty smell of machinery, the heat of food, the intoxicating smell of alcohol, and some indescribable fishy odors.

These smells all have a common characteristic, they are all produced by desire.

And fiery desire is the best medium for salvation and the best carrier for the expansion of the Buddha Kingdom on earth.

"No wonder they attacked me first. It turns out you didn't escape."

Long Tu's eyes passed through the dense crowd of people and looked at the other end of the pedestrian street.

There was a dark red lantern, and a tall woman stood there holding an umbrella. The arm holding the umbrella handle was tattooed with witch patterns.

The raindrops slapped on the umbrella, making a clicking sound, and the wind blew her waist-length hair.

Yuan Mingfei narrowed her affectionate eyes and smiled charmingly: "My hard work for so many years has been ruined in one day. If I don't save you, how can I swallow this breath?"

Although the two of them were tens of feet apart, the words they spoke could clearly ring in each other's ears.

"After hiding in Chongqing Mansion for all these years, you have become a lot more courageous."

"Tibetan?"

Concubine Yuan Ming smiled and said, "A clay puppet cannot become a Buddha no matter how much gold is applied to its face. It's just that you didn't dare to come to Chongqing Mansion. How could I have hidden you?"

Long Tu said calmly: "I'm here now. It's time for you to return the stolen Buddhist host."

"right here."

The woman raised her hand and patted her belly, "If you have the ability, come and get it."

While he was talking, a drunkard who was about to pass by Longtu suddenly staggered. His bloated figure immediately became unsteady and he leaned toward the monk crookedly.

at this time.

A petite figure rushed over at a very fast speed from the slanting stab, and hit the drunk man hard, causing them both to fall to the ground.

The drunk man's eyes embedded in his flesh and the girl's eyes hidden by wet hair looked at each other calmly for a moment.

Phew!

"If there is no Buddha's will, don't hurt my lord!"

The broken wine bottle and the sharp hairpin were inserted into the other person's neck almost simultaneously, and the splattered blood quickly dispersed on the street.

The bizarre scene was enough to make ordinary people change their minds, but it did not receive a cold look from Long Tu.

He stepped over the body and continued walking.

"You changed your body into a Buddhist host. No wonder Gong Qing died in your hands. But if you do this, won't you worry that you won't have the chance to reach nirvana?"

A strong Western Yi man wearing a shirt ran out of a restaurant, muttering incomprehensible barbarian language. He pulled out a slender sword from the civilized staff and rushed straight towards Concubine Yuan Ming who was standing under the dark red lantern.

"Nirvana comes and goes, and you don't even know what kind of monster it is when it comes out!"

Concubine Yuan Ming didn't even bother to turn her eyes to look at the rapier that was about to stab her in front of her. She cursed disdainfully: "If my genes weren't suitable for other sequences, I would have changed my family long ago. Why are you surprised by such bullshit Nirvana?"

Zheng!

The rapier was blocked by a rusty boning knife.

The scavenger who rushed from under the eaves stabbed the strong Xiyi man in the waist, and the remaining force twisted his waist in circles.

But before the ferocious smile on the scavenger's face dissipated, his throat was pierced by a thin sword that came from nowhere.

"Concubine Yuan Ming, don't forget that you are also a Buddhist!"

A flash of anger finally appeared in Longtu's indifferent eyes, "If you make such rebellious remarks, your tongue will be pulled out!"

boom!

There were high-pitched gunshots in the street, and the bullet flying towards Longtu was caught by a face stretched out horizontally.

The sticky brain contents spurted out from behind the cracked skull and sprinkled on the ground where the monk had just passed.

The gang members who had just fired were now surrounded by the crowd, and blood spattered on their numb faces.

This scene is just a snapshot of the chaos at this moment.

In fact, similar scenes are constantly happening on this pedestrian street.

The streets that were bustling and bustling not long ago were now slaughterhouses full of chaos and killing.

Slaves killed untouchables, street vendors killed shopkeepers, boyfriends killed female companions, those with weapons were brutally attacked, and those who followed the order were overwhelmed by the sea of ​​people.

Whether they are familiar or unfamiliar, at this moment, they only see the anger from their hearts when facing the enemy of life and death.

The only thing that can distinguish them is the passionate chants of the Buddha shouted out by those guarding Longtu: "If there is no Buddha's decree, don't hurt my Lord!"

"Look at these people who have been led to death by you. You are worthy of calling yourself a Buddhist, and you still want to pull out my tongue?"

Longtu frowned and asked, "What's the difference between you and me?"

"The difference is huge. I have stopped doing such deceptive and immoral things a long time ago."

Concubine Yuan Ming smiled and stretched out her two index fingers and thumbs that were intertwined together, "I'm spending money now, silly!"

What's the meaning? Aren't these people converted by Concubine Yuan Ming?

If not, then what is her Buddhist host doing?

Long Tu's heart suddenly sank, and he suddenly felt that the vision in front of him began to distort, and the whole world rotated and changed.

"Have you been tricked, you bald ass? Our protagonist will entertain you next."

The woman's laughter contained the pleasure of a successful plot and the relief of a great revenge being avenged.

At the moment when Longtu's vision was about to dim, he saw a tall figure holding a black umbrella appearing at the end of the long street.

The umbrella surface was slightly slanted, revealing a sharp, cold jaw, and a murderous sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"See you in the Buddhist Kingdom!"

At the same time, the half of the crowd who had been transformed into the Buddha Kingdom by Long Tu suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.

The other half of the members of the Que family who were ‘tempered’ by Yuan Mingfei with treasure money quickly disappeared into the wind and rain after completing their business.

The fighting in the long street suddenly fell into silence, just as abruptly as when it broke out.

The storm hasn't stopped yet, and the change happened again!

A red shadow rushed out from behind Long Tu, as fast as a flying red line, and stabbed Yuan Mingfei in front of her in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the woman was about to be torn apart by the red thread, at the critical moment, a pale stick shadow shot out along Yuan Mingfei's temples!

Boom!

not far away.

Prince Ma held the 'Zhao Dan' pole and stood beside Li Jun, tutting: "The master beats the master, and the protector god does the protector god. It's only fair that he stands out!"