I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Chapter 81: Home

 

The monk raised his head and looked at the drones that filled the sky.

Then, he smiled. The robe landed from the sky and covered his tall and sturdy body.

He rolled his hands toward the ground, and pieces of equipment and props that were shining with various lights fell into his hands.

“Buddha is merciful!” He chanted a Buddhist chant in a low voice, and his heart was filled with joy.

With these things, his master would be delighted.

Then, he turned his head to look at Hill, who was kneeling on the ground and had been completely converted into a devout monk.

“Foolish man!” He picked up the monk staff and the copper bowl. “Let’s Go! Let’s Go!”

“The beautiful dream of the Buddha needs your contribution!”

Hill stood up in a daze. Like a monk, he put his palms together. “Yes, Master!”

Then, he followed the monk named Fa Hai. Step by step, both of them disappeared from the surveillance range of the drone.

… ..

Zhang Hui looked at everything on the screen.

He could not help but gulp, even though the commander-in-chief often told him that the world is very unpredictable.

Ever since the recovery of the spiritual essence, all kinds of strange and weird things had been happening.

He had indeed seen many strange things that ordinary people could not imagine in their lifetime.

But today’s change was still something he could not imagine.

“This master…” he looked at Situ He and said, “how did he cultivate?”

According to the information, he was born in 2821 of the Republic era more than thirty years ago. Now, he was only thirty-three years old.

He became a monk at the age of 10. In other words, he had only cultivated for 23 years!

23 years, he was unknown.

23 years, he cultivated bitterly.

23 years, he did not ask for any resources from the Federal Empire or the Blackguards.

Now, he had become famous in one fell swoop!

At that moment, Zhang Hui’s cell phone rang. He took the phone up, looked at the number, and picked it up.

“Um…”

“What?”

“Zen Master Jinghui passed away five years ago…”

“Um…”

Zhang Hui put down his cell phone with a strange expression.

“What’s wrong?” Situ He asked.

“The person who helped us contact people just called and said…” Zhang Hui looked at the screen. “Zen Master Fa Hai’s master, Jinghui, passed away five years ago…”

“Is there something wrong?” Situ He did not understand.

“Zen Master Jing Hui died because of crime passionnel…” Zhang Hui said with a strange expression, “the one who killed the Zen master was a prostitute…”

When Situ He heard that, his expression was strange too.

A monk who was a drinker, money-minded, and had sex with could raise a virtuous monk? And it was a master who could suppress the werewolf Duke of the land of Qin and convert an evil devil apostle?

This was f*cking…

“General Situ…” Zhang Hui said, “I remember that this year, the Blackguards still have a few recommendation spots for the posthumous title?”

“Yes…” Situ He nodded.

“Add Zen Master Jinghui’s name!” Zhang Hui said.

Situ He was stunned for a moment before he nodded, “Okay, I’ll do it right away!”

Since ancient times, the Federal Empire had a tradition of posthumous titles for deceased virtuous monks and righteous people.

However, honoring a monk of wine, women, avarice, and pride, the four cardinal vices?

It didn’t sound good.

Therefore…

They could only beautify his personality.

… … ..

The strong-built monk led the transformed Hill through the barrier between reality and dreams.

Finally, he stopped in front of the door.

“Foolish man! Go in!” The monk said.

Hill put his palms together and bowed to the monk. “Master, this disciple will leave now!”

The monk nodded with a compassionate look on his face.

Then, he looked at Hill and stepping into the door.

When Hill walked in, he found himself in a world made of steel and machinery.

Huge turrets were floating in the air.

Huge mechanical guards were patrolling in the air.

Huge gears appeared in the sky.

Crack, crack, crack…

“Goodness be true!” Hill put his palms together. “Bodhisattva Gatling of Nanwu!”

“Praise the Future Buddha of Steam and Steel!”

Then, a miraculous machine descended from the sky and covered him.

A few mechanical arms stretched out from all directions.

They installed parts into his body and melted pieces of steel into his flesh.

He was originally a headless undead being, an apostle of Hell.

Therefore, his transformation potential was extremely strong.

An hour later, a new mechanical guardian with dual arms and multiple Gatling cannons was completed.

It walked out of the mechanical factory that had transformed it.

Then, it raised its two arms and aimed them at the sky. Bang, Bang, Bang!

The Gatling cannons continued to fire.

“Amitabha!” The robotic voice sounded cold.

A command was sent to its modified electronic brain.

It understood.

The Great Bodhisattva Gatling needed it to guard a steel altar for him!

Thus, it walked towards a whirlpool and finally disappeared in it.

It would become a guard that would guard that altar for eternity.

Until, the great mercy of the Bodhisattva Gatling, came to the world.

… … … … … … ..

Elizabeth took thousands of refugees.

Gathering in front of the steel altar day and night.

They chanted the “mechanical gospel” of great praise.

Their faith devoutly dedicated to the great spirit of all machines, the great mercy of the Bodhisattva Gatlind, the future Buddha of Steam and Steel!

Because they had already witnessed a miracle, they had also witnessed the compassion of the Bodhisattva Gatling and the greatness of the spirit of all machines.

“Ring the bell once, push the lever…”

As they chanted, again and again, the steel altar melted day by day.

Finally…

Under everyone’s annotation, it slowly became a real altar.

A whirlpool appeared in the center of the steel and machinery.

Molten steel flowed in it like water.

The sound of the truth of machinery came from it.

An enormous steel palm stretched out from it and grabbed the steel floor at the edge of the whirlpool.

Then, its head made of machinery and steel popped out from the whirlpool.

Then, its enormous body which was six to seven meters tall.

It crawled out from the vortex of the altar. Its two steel arms began to transform, finally turning into the Great Bodhisattva Gatling’s sacred artifact, the UEFA Gatlin Cannon!

It looked coldly at the world.

The sun above its head did not have much temperature.

It was slowly eroded by a terrifying evil diablo.

This world was sad and pitiful.

However, it no longer had any emotions and would not have any sentimental feelings.

It walked mechanically in front of Elizabeth, who was in front of the crowd, and its steel-cast feet knelt.

Elizabeth looked at it, the servant of Bodhisattva Gatling.

She knew that it was a Buddha soldier sent by Bodhisattva.

It was the guardian of the mechanical temple and the steel altar for her.

Hence, she took out the Mechanical Gospel Book and recited the gospel to it, “the Dao of steel is materialistic…”

“Flesh and blood are weak, but steel is eternal!”

“Amen!”

After listening to the mass, the enormous mechanical guardian stood up and walked to a corner of the altar. It fused its body into it, leaving only half of the mechanical head outside. It looked like a giant that was sleeping inside the altar.

From now on, it would only wake up when a powerful foreign enemy attacked.

And its mission here was quite simple.

To liberate the Bodhisattva’s voters, let the Bhikkhuni of Steel hunt for more evil God’s children and minions for the Merciful Bodhisattva Gatling, and gain more believers.

To prepare for the eternal ruler to finally descend into this world.

He would return!

He would be destined to wake up!