Chapter 187: The Extinction of Buddha
The man said with a playful smile, not taking the Buddha's attack seriously at all.
His small body is insignificant in front of the huge mountains.
But the aura he exudes is extremely confident.
He pinched the white hair on his shoulder with his right hand, stretched out his hand and pulled one off.
"A mere hair is enough to kill you, Buddha."
The man stretched out his hand and flicked it, and the soft long hair suddenly became hard and straight, flying forward with a shining light.
The white hair did not stand up to the mountains.
In other words, the small mountains are not worthy of being on the same level as it.
White hair rises to the sky.
In everyone's eyes, the scene was all focused on this little white hair, and a large close-up was taken.
The hair flew higher and higher, and soon came to the Buddha's side.
Looking from the perspective of hair, people realize that Buddha's body is so huge. In front of him, let alone a hair, even a human being is small and pitiful, worse than an ant.
Then there was such a small hair, but it split into two in an instant, and then the two became four, and the four became eight...
In less than a few seconds, the same hair had transformed into countless strands.
There are so many that they can’t even be counted.
All the hair gathered together to form a white wall, covering the Buddha's huge body. All this happened in an instant. As soon as the mountain in the Buddha's hand fell, it was surrounded by this white wall.
Then the walls trembled, each long hair pounding inward at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, the Buddha's huge body disappeared into smoke. His long hair was too dense, and every tissue in the Buddha's body was instantly shattered.
People could clearly see that during this process, Buddha did not even have time to react. His vision was still focused on the attack he had just released.
In the empty white world, a long white hair slowly fell down.
The vision shifted and fell on the man again.
"Buddha is dead and the pool of faith has been destroyed. I hope you will like this gift."
The man said silently, and then his figure slowly disappeared from top to bottom.
When he left completely, that picture no longer existed in everyone's minds, and their vision returned to its original state.
"When did he destroy the Pool of Faith?"
Some people are confused, why would he say that the Pool of Faith was destroyed even though he did nothing?
At this moment, everyone only cared about how he did it, rather than questioning whether he could do it.
The man's attack just now was too complicated and cool, and such a method was far beyond their understanding.
Of course, an ordinary immortal could achieve such an effect, but such an attack cannot kill the Buddha! ! !
Small world.
Mercy's expression changed drastically.
He was using Taoism, but he couldn't sense the existence of the Pool of Faith.
"No, it's impossible. The Buddha is so powerful, how could he be killed by him? I guess it was just an illusion."
"The pool of faith must have fallen into an emptiness stage after the last huge consumption, so I can't sense it. Yes, it must be like this!!"
At this moment, Mercy did not accept any reason, he only believed in his own explanation.
The Buddha who had believed in him for countless years was destroyed.
His heart was broken.
The whole process from the man's appearance to his departure did not take more than a minute, but what he did was circulated throughout the world.
After all, this scene was seen by everyone.
No one knew the man's name, only that he did all this to give a gift to one person. As for who that person was, no one had the guts to find out.
The terror of men is deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.
They are afraid that some of their methods will attract men's attention, which will bring disaster to themselves and the people around them.
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A modern city.
An ordinary community, an ordinary building, an ordinary bedroom.
It's twelve o'clock at night.
As soon as the stopwatch crossed twelve, the alarm clock on the bedside table started beeping.
The high-pitched sound was extremely harsh.
The sleeping young man was suddenly awakened, and then slapped the alarm clock back to its original sound.
"Why do you always have these messy dreams every day?"
The young man opened the quilt and patted his head vigorously.
"It's twelve o'clock again, it's time to start work!"
He got up with a painful look on his face, opened the cabinet next to him, and put on a clean black suit.
He didn't have to be like this at home, but he couldn't concentrate and get into the zone without wearing the suit.
He walked out of the bedroom with the water glass in hand, went to the study room next to him, and then skillfully turned on the computer.
He clicked on a document and recalled it slowly.
Soon, an exciting plot appeared in his mind.
"This story is really wonderful, but it's a pity. I forgot most of the dream. Every time at the critical moment, I would wake up, speechless, very speechless."
"Perhaps you can change the alarm clock to twelve thirty next time, but wouldn't it be a bit intrusive? Get up and work at this time."
The young man was a little confused. He slowly picked up the water glass next to him and took a sip.
His fingers moved quickly, typing out lines of thick fonts on the computer screen.
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Fairyland.
An unknown village.
At the foot of the mountain.
In a small river, a green frog was leading a group of tadpoles across the water quickly. There were a lot of tadpoles, and they were in groups, which was very spectacular.
Suddenly, a small hand suddenly came down and picked up dozens of tadpoles.
"Dabao, get the bottle quickly, I caught it again."
The little boy looked at the tadpoles jumping in his hands and said excitedly.
Another little boy next to him quickly handed over a slender wooden cup.
"I hope to see them grow four legs and become real frogs!"
The little boy said as he put the tadpoles in his hand into the cup.
"Every year we come here to catch tadpoles, but never once can we raise them to look like frogs. I think it's better not to have such high hopes. I think it would be great to see them grow four legs."
His companion was less confident.
"What are you saying to be dejected? Come on, let's take him home and take good care of him this time."
The two of them carefully took the tadpoles and walked home.
The river is still flowing.
In the downstream area where two children were playing just now.
A tadpole body with a white belly turned over was drifting with the current.
Just now, the little boy moved too fast and used too much force with his fingers, accidentally squeezing the tadpole to death.
The river flowed loudly and washed the tadpole's body to a weed.
suddenly.
The tadpole's body shook.
