The moment you stepped into Mountain Gate, the world was split in half.
Behind him is the desolate, dead and mournful Western Desert Wasteland;
In front of us is a paradise on earth paved with gold bricks and filled with smoke.
The space inside Great Thunderclap Temple is much wider than it looks from the outside. The layers of palaces are built according to the mountains, and the eaves and brackets are filled with wind chimes for blessing.
Countless believers were prostrate on both sides of the road, their foreheads pressed against the cold gold bricks.
Most of them were in ragged clothes, skinny as a stick, and many of them even had festering abscesses on their bodies, but each of them had an expression that was almost numb to their fanatical happiness.
Fang Mo's eyes swept over this group of believers.
Under the watchful eyes of [Netherworld Ghost Eye], who is this believer of Pilgrimage?
This is obviously a huge breeding farm.
From each prostrate figure, a red tube as thin as a gossamer extends.
These tubes gathered in mid-air, like dense blood vessels, and finally connected to the body of Ten Thousand Zhang Golden Buddha on the top of the mountain.
Golden Buddha is breathing.
Every time he inhales, a tiny trace of vitality and soul will be pulled away from the believers below.
This process is extremely slow, so slow that no one can notice it, like boiling frogs in warm water, until these people are completely drained and turned into piles of hungry corpses thrown on the roadside.
"What a great gesture."
Fang Mo While walking, he grabbed a golden apple from the altar table on the roadside.
When I took a sip, there was no fruity aroma in my mouth, but a strong ash flavor.
This fruit is made of clay, with a layer of gold powder coating on the outside.
"The prosperity of this city turned out to be all attached to it." Fang Mo threw the remaining half of Golden Mud Apple to the ground, smashing it to pieces.
Abbot Guangzhi The old monk led the way, his fat body swaying under his cassock. He turned a blind eye to Fang Mo's rude behavior, and the smile on his face was still impeccably compassionate.
"Lord Fang is joking. Everything in the world is false. Whether it is gold or clay, it is just a superficial appearance. If there is a Buddha in the heart, Mud Ball is also a golden elixir."
"Is there a Buddha in your heart?" Fang Mo sneered, "I think you have a ghost in your belly."
Guangzhi's steps paused slightly, and then returned to normal, but an imperceptible cold light flashed in his narrowed eyes.
The group passed through the front hall and came to the most magnificent Ten Thousand Buddhas Hall.
In the middle of the main hall, hundreds of Arhat Golden Body of different shapes are enshrined.
On both sides of the main hall, several long tables with the number Rosewood have already been placed.
The table was filled with delicacies and delicacies, and the aroma of wine overflowed, but they were all full of meat and fish.
What's even more striking is that behind those long desks, there are no maids, but young women kneeling naked.
Their bodies were covered with gold powder, and they were posed as if they were flying in the sky, acting as living human flesh dinner plates.
"Is this how Buddhism treats guests?" Li Mingyue looked at this scene, his stomach was churning, and the hand holding the knife was shaking.
"Se Ji Shi Kong, Emptiness is color."
Guangzhi The old monk turned around and made an invitation gesture, "You have come a long way and have traveled a long way. These women are all Flesh Bodhisattva who have voluntarily dedicated their lives to Buddha. Being able to serve the distinguished guests is a blessing they have gained over many generations."
"Voluntary?"
Fang Mo walked to a long desk, reached out and pinched a woman's chin, forcing her to raise her head.
The woman's eyes were empty and unfocused. It was obvious that her mind had been destroyed by drugs or some kind of Evil Arts. And on the back of her neck, Fang Mo saw a clear mark - it was the word "animal".
"Raising people like livestock, is this your Buddhist Dharma?"
Fang Mo let go of his hand, looked past those Flesh Bodhisattva, and looked deep into the hall.
Sitting there were three figures wearing Red Robe.
The person on the left is a middle-aged monk with a yellow complexion and as thin as a bamboo pole;
The person on the right is a Toutuo who is as strong as an ox and has a sinewy face; while the one in the middle is a child who looks to be only seven or eight years old.
But the child's eyes were as old as a mouthful of Dry Well.
These are the three digits of Great Thunderclap Temple, Living Buddha.
"Fang Shizhu, too much anger hurts the liver." The Child Living Buddha in the middle spoke slowly, with a childish voice but with a kind of magnetism that made Divine Soul upside down, "Now that you are Treasure Mountain, why don't you put down the butcher knife and share this Blissful Feast with me?"
As his words fell, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed.
The eyes of Arhat Golden Body, who were originally motionless, turned in unison, all staring at Fang Mo. An invisible pressure squeezed from all directions, trying to forcefully press the heads of Fang Mo and others, making them kneel in front of the long tables to enjoy.
Qian Dagui's knees softened and he almost knelt down, but Iron Bull grabbed him by the back of the collar.
Jie Se Monk stood behind Fang Mo and looked at the three Living Buddha with disgust in his eyes. "Blood Sea, Roulin, and White Bones. Three old and immortal Monster, how dare you call yourself Buddha? If Tathagata from Xitian finds out about this, I'm afraid he will slap this ruined temple into the cracks in the ground."
"If you don't want to eat it, don't waste it."
Fang Mo suddenly moved.
He did not attack the three Living Buddha, but directly sat down on the main seat in the middle.
The Stomach Sac in his body made a thunderous roar.
[Rotten Sac Returning to Truth]Divine Treasury is on.
Fang Mo opened his mouth and took a deep breath at the table full of delicacies and the Incense Vow Power floating in the air.
Huh--
A hurricane broke out in the hall.
The pressure that was supposed to suppress everyone was actually sucked directly into Fang Mo's stomach.
"If you don't eat it, I will."
Fang Mo grabbed a roast chicken in front of him - it was fed with special medicinal materials and human oil Spirit Fowl, and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls without spitting out the bones.
As the food entered his stomach, the Greed Law belonging to [Corpse Sac True God King] began to spread in the hall.
The originally splendid pillars began to fade, revealing the rotten wood core inside; the gold powder on the bodies of Flesh Bodhisattva covered with gold powder peeled off, revealing the purple scars underneath; even the Red Robe on the bodies of the three high-ranking Living Buddha became dull.
Fang Mo This is taking advantage of their situation.
In this world where he is the only prisoner leader, any act that is staged in front of him is a provocation to his appetite.
"It tastes a bit sour."
Fang Mo wiped his mouth, looked at Child Living Buddha whose face turned extremely ugly, and grinned, revealing a pair of white teeth.
"The main meal hasn't been served yet. Let's call out the eunuch named Li first. He who hides his head and shows his tail is not afraid of being suffocated to death in a mouse hole."