Tang Meng was dumbfounded.

Before her eyes was Shakyamuni. Even this great figure was one of the followers of the Divine Demon Night Banquet?

Even if it's not this ancient Buddha, it must be Ran Deng, Maitreya Buddha, and other great figures!

Only in this way,

could he reincarnate here, use this single reincarnation dumb hair, and perfectly revive the ancient Eastern Buddhist sects.

After all, how could someone who never understood the Buddhist sects revive it to this extent?

She also saw the three characteristics of the Buddhist sects perfectly aligned, could it have been casually created?

Tang Meng didn't believe it!

The truth of the Buddhist sects must be the Mediterranean hairstyle, with a single dumb hair antenna in the center forming curls!

It's a certainty.

But at this moment, seeing this ancient existence, Tang Meng felt a bit like crying out,

"Boohoo, after so long, finally seeing all the great ones. People of our century have longed to see all the ancient gods, to save us from the dark era, and rescue us from the shelters of various cities!"

She truly wanted to cry!

She even wanted to immediately tell the descendants of Nuwa, this revered ancient Buddha, and these ancient gods revered by the people of Huaxia about their sorrows and hardships.

But she knew there were various concerns, so she couldn't just speak up.

All the ancient gods of Huaxia weren't from the same era as her.

However, the Divine Demon Night Banquet is terrifying, and who knows how many mythological great figures exist within, being one of the ancient giant heroes!

"Why are you crying?"

Fu Qingjun, who was listening to their discussion, suddenly saw Tang Meng with a look of exultant tears and was somewhat speechless. Could it be that you were also shocked by this hairstyle?

However, being scared is natural too.

"No, no... it's just seeing the myths of the descendants revived, the flourishing of the Buddhist sects, the majestic Daoist sects, as is Xi'rang, which makes me very happy." Tang Meng explained.

Fu Qingjun, not doubting her, looked at the two with a slightly dark complexion, "Are you two planning to spread the scriptures and universal salvation?"

These mythical giants of the Demon Country really can't keep idle for a moment, always wanting to expand.

After all, the seeker of the Dao who gains enlightenment in the morning can die content by evening, which is no mere jest.

However, their method is indeed too extravagant for Fu Qingjun.

Occupying more than a dozen mountains doesn't equate to invincibility.

Who knows how black technology has developed? Blowing up a dozen mountain peaks isn't as simple as a joke?

However, blasting open the mountain tops almost wouldn't kill anyone.

He kept weighing, "But on the other hand, we can't delay saving the doomsday humanity of Earth. It's imperative and was originally intended as a trial run. After all, even if something happens, I can retreat unscathed, which allows them to try it out."

After all, the worst outcome is: the descendants of Nuwa perish.

Anyway, it's Fu Qingjun who dies, not me.

Moreover, the real ultra-miniaturized 'human' civilization has precedents in ancient times, and now with the recovery of Spiritual Qi, it likely won't be too rejected.

Historically, Jiaxia has ruled over them!

Paving the way for oneself won't meet with too much resistance.

After thinking for a while, Fu Qingjun still had some doubts and said, "The world of the great shaman has shown you materials before. Although their civilization has declined, leaving only the third realm, it is not so simple."

The Grand Celestial Emperor's expression was cold, "We naturally know of their so-called planes, cannons... but they are too weak, researching all kinds of external objects, unable to walk the skies with their bodies, unable to reach the Moon Palace... they didn't even explore or witness the prehistoric Moon Celestial Palace ruins, dishonoring their ancestors!"

"Naturally, there is preparation."

Needless to say about Qin Hong, after all, she was originally a human native from outside during World War II, she said:

"We have many preparations, Qingshi Town's population isn't many, although it's called a town, in reality, it's just a bigger village, with only over 800 people, and most of them are women, children, and elderly left behind... Almost all able-bodied men have died in battle, otherwise, they are working at strategic points, in Du Guan Town."

"The investigation was very thorough."

The descendant of Nuwa smiled and said, "I wasn't clear about this, after all, formerly in Du Guan Town, I was hiding in Miao Chun Hall of the righteous Gang Leader Fu for a while, adapting to the water, soil, and climate of the new continent... So, what are your plans?"

Qin Hong listened and admired.

Gang Leader Fu indeed is a good person.

Previously, he even took me in and taught me Martial Dao.

In the future, I must seize the opportunity to shave his head, implant a dumb hair, grant him the opportunity, and transcend to the fourth realm.

Qin Hong said seriously, "Of course, sending a high monk to spread the teachings, shaving the entire village, turning it into a massive Buddhist country, with 800 Buddhas!"

Fu Qingjun remained unfazed.

You want to implant a dumb hair in the entire village?

Qin Hong indeed is a ruthless person.

"This is about teaching them the Mahayana Buddhist technique."

"In the sky White Moon Capital, twelve-story five cities, the heavenly man caresses my head, revealing longevity!"

Qin Hong loudly recited with a serious face.

"Good poem, aptly fitting." Fu Qingjun smiled.

Qin Hong knew that this chaotic world was too terrifying.

Those villagers who lost their able-bodied men, with no reliance, unable to fill their bellies, being given the opportunity to practice longevity is already a great blessing! How many people crave such an immortal opportunity?

The cost is merely a few strands of hair.

How many people would willingly give up their hair, after all, the Buddhist sects always shave their heads as a norm, many even voluntarily shave themselves, becoming monks, and go house to house begging for food just so they don't starve.

One must know that she even thought about selling herself at the time.

See how difficult this era is.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Qin Hong clasped her hands together with a compassionate look, "Your Highness Nuwa, we shall universally save them, teach them Mahayana Buddhist techniques, their local natives not to mention, other outsiders naturally won't be aware... Even if they are aware, they can simply be enlightened."

The Grand Celestial Emperor also thought so.

After all, their Daoist sects also participated in this plan, needing some Giant Spirit Gods for easier facilitation.

"In that case, you may do as you please." Fu Qingjun smiled.

They acted quickly.

In one breath, they directly relocated a billion people, deciding to settle in Qingshi Town.

Escorted by several strong figures from the Celestial Court, they brought the reincarnated body of Saint Monk Jin Mozi, and even escorted this great shaman's true body, Li Mo, to Qingshi Town below the mountain, hundreds of miles away.

The town was ancient, with the bluestone slabs overgrown with moss, and old brick houses lined both sides.

On the streets, pedestrians appeared occasionally.

At this moment, Li Mo was walking through the street.

Her appearance was somewhat indistinguishable from before, after becoming a shell person her skin turned moist and translucent, and practicing the Buddhist path gave her an unimaginably ethereal sanctity.

Step.

Stepping stepping.

She wore a kasaya, her head full of black hair knots, holding Buddhist beads, stepping on the town streets.

The onlookers turned their heads, only feeling this high monk whose gender couldn't be discerned seemed like she didn't belong to this world, transcending above their time.

Clatter!

The next second, she output her soul energy, entering that spiral soul filament full of hair.

Crack! Her head topped with a huge golden halo, sacred and majestic.

"Thus have I heard..."

"The Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, while deeply practicing Prajna Paramita, perceives that all five skandhas are empty, thus overcoming all suffering and calamity."

She chanted Buddhist sounds, surrounded by various phenomena.

Clatter!

Countless ultra-small flying dragons and Little Novice Monks circled and danced around, as if encircling a golden Buddhist pure land.

"Ah! Buddha, the Buddha descended!"

"In this world of war and suffering, the heavenly saint has emerged to save!"

Everyone under the trees on both sides of the street, in the houses, were stunned on the spot, including the elderly, children, and women!

The scene froze!

Extremely shocking!

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