Immortal Voices

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Fozi held the beads around his neck and stared at Rong Xian silently without speaking.

Rong Xian knocked on the table with her fingers, and the dull sound made the atmosphere a bit serious.

She smiled and said, "If you must know, well, I always knew you were following me."

The corner of Buddha's mouth twitched, he clasped his hands together and recited with a peaceful face: "Amitabha."

Rong Xian translated for him, and what he said should be: I am dead.

Fozi was extremely embarrassed. He took a deep breath and decided to continue following Emperor Xu.

After all #If I don’t go to hell, who will? If he doesn’t follow Emperor Xu, the master will arrange for other brothers to follow him.

In order to prevent the tragedy of his sect being wiped out, Fuzi had no choice but to #feed the devil with his own body.

Of course, this demon doesn't find herself difficult to deal with. Her style of painting is different from others.

She just felt that these monks were not good people. They all kept their words and deeds hidden, which was not like her being upright and upright at all.

As for Rong Xian's uprightness, everyone in Hades has the most say.

They are still suspicious, trying to find out who leaked the news about the palace master.

Rong Xian could think of what happened to the old woman in the future, and she quickly put the matter behind her.

This is not something worth worrying about, after all, she has already taken revenge.

On the bright side, Rong Xian said goodbye to Fozi, carried the medicine box and set off again alone.

Secretly, Fuzi followed him again. This time he learned the lesson, knowing that Emperor Xu must have discovered him long ago, so he just followed him without any unnecessary movements.

Rong Xian took Bodhi Mountain as the starting point and planned to spend several years walking halfway to the West Antarctic continent.

As long as half of the people accept her as a doctor, the other half will not be far behind.

When she meets a sick or injured person, she will still help them.

But her methods must be much simpler than before.

Those who believe in her will live.

If you don't believe her, she will take everything back.

Those who speak evil words will not let people leave alive.

As she visited countless towns, her reputation spread.

Holy Hand Shura.

The Holy Hand is her extraordinary means of saving people, and Shura is her cruel nature.

Rumor has it that she disliked Lord Buddha very much, and if any of the people she treated strongly admired Lord Buddha, she would beat them to death.

But she won't pay attention to whatever they say to people who are not the ones she is treating.

His temperament is extremely moody and unpredictable.

When these rumors reached Rong Xian's ears, she was being brainwashed by the patient she had just treated.

"Dr. Hellebore, the Lord Buddha is very compassionate and saves the suffering. You don't have to believe in the Lord Buddha, but you can't have any ill intentions towards him."

"Lord Buddha saves all sentient beings and saves the world with his own body. This is how we live in peace now."

These words made Rong Xian harsh. How dare a Buddha who didn't know the details dare to spread the word that he could save the world alone?

I saved Lilliput in my dream.

She glanced at the female patient who had recovered, and asked curiously: "I wonder what kind of world-ending crisis has happened in this world, and you bothered the Buddha to sacrifice yourself to save the world?"

Passers-by who had been watching for a long time said excitedly: "I know this."

He recalled the legends he had heard, and said with a serious expression: "It is said that a hundred thousand years ago, a demon from outside the territory came with a sword, and split the heaven and earth with one sword. Thousands of living creatures turned into ashes before they had time to cry. When that demon When he waved the second one, Lord Buddha stepped forward and fought against the devil for ten years."

He said with admiration: "Ten years later, Lord Buddha defeated the demons and was victorious, but he himself died due to serious injuries. But his spirit transcended and became the Supreme World Honored One to protect our people."

Rong Xian noticed the vague Zen spirit in the man and suspected that he was a serious Buddhist practitioner.

She pondered for a moment, hesitated but still couldn't hold back and said: "The devil failed and retreated, but the Buddha was seriously injured and died. Do you call this a great victory?"

She twitched the corner of her mouth, fixed her expression on ridicule, and then said: "Please forgive me for being ignorant. This is the first time I know what Dasheng means."

Man: "..." Although I know what you said makes sense, but you exposed your shortcomings so straightforwardly, I'm afraid you don't want to leave the West Antarctic continent completely.

"You?" the female patient said angrily, "Anyway, Lord Buddha won a great victory, and he saved everyone else."

Rong Xian was silent, still embarrassed to ask how many people were left in the end.

Does this all refer to ten, one hundred, or two hundred?

After all, one hundred thousand years have passed, and even if only one man and one woman are left alive, the West Antarctic continent can be multiplied to the point where it is today.

After all, this place is really poor, and the only thing that is poor is the large number of people.

As if he could tell what Rong Xian was thinking, the man lowered his face and lectured: "What do you know? If the Buddha had not defeated the demons but also protected the West Antarctic continent, he would not have been defeated so miserably."

Rong Xian raised the corners of her mouth and said in a meaningful tone: "So you also know that Lord Buddha failed miserably."

The man asked in disbelief: "I told the truth."

Rong Xian nodded and replied seriously: "You said it."

The man subconsciously covered his mouth. He looked left and right like a thief. When he met the female patient's disbelieving eyes, he coughed lightly and continued toward Rong Xian as if nothing happened: "Don't interrupt, anyway. , even if Lord Buddha didn’t win, no one can erase the contribution he made to West Antarctica.”

"Yes, so if you have this attitude in our village, you will be burned to death." The female patient said in a cold tone.

Rong Xian put on an innocent smile, exuding a harmless aura, and said sweetly: "Then he is so powerful, can he bring you back to life?"

The female patient frowned, keenly aware that this topic was somewhat threatening to her and remained silent.

However, the man seemed to regard Rong Xian's question simply as a problem, and said with a rather confused expression: "No one knows this, but Lord Buddha can see the past and future, and can save all living beings. He must be able to bring people back to life."

He handed him a cup and said, "Doctor Hellebore is very curious."

Rong Xian smiled softly and told the truth: "I know you are wondering why I asked this. I was just out of curiosity and wanted to test whether Buddha really has the ability to bring the dead back to life."

She raised her eyes, glanced at the man's surprised face, and continued slowly: "You are lucky to be able to see this scene."

After that, she waved her sleeves without even saying hello, and her huge palm imprinted on the void, frantically absorbing the energy of heaven and earth.

Then, he slapped the woman into the ground with a palm.

After the attack dissipated, there was a huge five-finger-shaped pit in front of him, and the energy escaping from the surrounding area ruffled the man's hair.

Rong Xian stroked the non-existent wrinkles on her sleeves and said to the man casually: "Okay, now you can pray to the Buddha to see if he can resurrect the woman under the pit."

Man: You have beaten the person into a pulp. Even if Lord Buddha wants to resurrect that person, there is nothing he can do.

But when he met Rong Xian's eyes, his scalp was numb, his whole body was agitated and he said, "I will pray to the Buddha right now."

He knelt on the ground with a snap, kneeling skillfully and standardly, muttering Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, reaching out and digging into his sleeves, and took out a string of Buddhist beads.

Rong Xian watched with enthusiasm and smiled vaguely: "So you are really a Buddhist cultivator."

The man's body stiffened, and the prayer beads in his hand fell to the ground.