MTL - My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old-Chapter 399 This is calamity

Chapter 399 This is the calamity

 “Hey, hey, why are you leaving?” Buddha Zong turned around and grabbed the Emperor who wanted to leave secretly.

 “Huh?” The Emperor looked confused and innocent.

"I'm not going anywhere. I just haven't been to the Buddhist world in many years. I just walked around and looked around. Yes, your Buddhist world has done a good job in building it. This time, the gold medal for the Beautiful Three Realms Awards should be given to the Buddhist world. The Buddhist world is worthy of it, and the Buddhist world is good!" The Emperor gave a dry cough.

The Emperor of Heaven looked at the sky and refused to look at the group of people turning around in the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the heartbroken voice of Buddha.

The tens of thousands of years of Buddhism’s practice came to a screeching halt at this moment.

“Gold Medal? I’m afraid that after tonight, Fo Zong won’t even be able to find the novice monk who received the award.” Fo Zong almost shed tears.

He glanced at the young novice monk in the hall.

 Catch them all in one go.

At that time, he calculated that there would be a catastrophe in the Buddha Realm, and he worked hard to calculate that catastrophe in the little Creator who was raised in the God Realm.

 Finally, he accompanied her to the lower world as he wished, trying to save the Buddhist world with his own body and resist the disaster.

who knows…

 Finally, he accompanied her to the lower world, got married and had children with her, and gave birth to children again.

result? ? ?

 It turned out that the disaster was caused by the baby she gave birth to! !

Died long ago.

He personally protected and survived that catastrophe, and he personally planned to invite him back to suppress the Buddhist world! !

　　　Buddha almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

 Catch them all in one sweep, catch them all in one sweep.

 It is indeed a great calamity.

 Buddha still showed mercy on his face, and even the Emperor of Heaven could not bear to look at him.

Surprisingly glanced at Tianzhuo Shenjun.

Just now they secretly discussed that the God Realm must not give up on the little Zai Zai, and must not give up the hope of the Three Realms.

 After deliberation, it was decided that the moment he saw Zaizai, he would immediately crush the talisman in his hand.

After Tianzhuo Shenjun snatched Zaizai and crushed the talisman, the army of the God Realm immediately went to the border to protect Zaizai back to the God Realm.

　At this moment…

Shenjun Tianzhuo silently hid the talisman in the deepest place and never dared to touch it again.

Rob?

　　No, we just want to escape intact.

 “You said you were here to pick up Zaizai?”

"Do you think you should take it back now, or should we take it back with you right away?" Fo Zong looked at the Emperor of Heaven sincerely.

The Emperor’s eyes twitched.

Now?

immediately?

 Pah, did you choose for us?

The Emperor of Heaven had a serious expression on his face: "How can you say that? It was you who picked up Zaizai because of your sincerity. What's the point of robbing people in our God Realm?"

“Isn’t this going to poke the backbone of the God Realm?”

"We can rest assured that Zaizai lives in the Buddhist world. As long as she doesn't want to leave, no one can force her. Even though the child is young, we must respect the child's wishes." The Emperor nodded seriously.

Hands behind his back, his face was gloomy.

　　The energy to **** the child half an hour ago was wiped out.

 Suddenly, the Emperor of Heaven felt numb.

 A chill rushed straight to the sky.

"Uncle Diyin..." A soft and waxy voice exploded in his ears.

not good.

 It is the despair of being locked in.

“Uncle Diyin, when did you come?” The little girl raised her head and looked at him with watery eyes.

 The little hands were soft, holding Di Yin's hand and shaking it.

 “Uncle Diyin, let’s twist together.”

 “Let’s dance together.”

 “Sway together…”

 It is like a magic sound piercing the ears.

Di Yin looked at the venerables in the hall, whose wooden fish were about to be knocked away, and his scalp felt numb.

“Uncle Diyin, don’t you love me anymore?” Yan Yan pouted slightly.

“Uncle Diyin, are you envious?” Xiao Yanyan had an idea.

 “Are you envious of hosting a grand event for the Buddhist community?”

“Oh, Uncle Diyin, I can go to God!!” Before he finished speaking, Diyin covered his mouth.

 “Jump, I jump!”

"Yanyan, you can't just favor Uncle Diyin. The other uncles can't favor one over the other, otherwise everyone will feel very uncomfortable." Diyin ignored the cannibalistic looks from around him.

 It’s embarrassing for me to be alone, no way. Let’s all be embarrassed together, we can do it!

Tianzhuo Shenjun gritted his teeth.

 The night passed...

Ten thousand Buddhas shed tears.

 Buddha stood in front of the stage of reincarnation and sent away one venerable person after another.

 “I’ll be back in one lifetime.”

“Go back early and bring back a new wooden fish. There was a hole in your fish last night.”

 The great power who has been in seclusion for eight thousand years is still confused.

 He is a contemporary of the Buddhist sect, but he has always ignored other people's affairs and has been in seclusion all year round.

“Senior brother, you haven’t told me yet, what happened to me in this calamity?”

 “Why do you have to go down to experience the tribulation?”

“By the way, yesterday’s Dharma session was really exciting. Everyone participated!”

“I have been practicing for 60,000 years, and I never knew I could practice like this. Oh my, it’s so interesting.”

“Senior brother, I have a treasonous idea...” I haven’t finished my thought yet.

 Fo Zong raised his foot and kicked him down.

 Two little guys with round faces, heads hanging down, carrying large packages on their backs, watched the whole process.

　He looked like he had made a mistake and did not dare to raise his head.

 “One hundred and eighty-two…”

 “Three hundred and ninety-seven…”

 “One thousand six hundred and thirty-three…”

 “Seven thousand eight hundred and ninety-two…”

 The two dolls counted expressionlessly.

 Until, there are countless more to come, until no one comes to jump on the stage of reincarnation again.

“Grandpa Buddha, have we gotten into trouble?” The two children had red eyes, holding back tears and not daring to shed them.

“Grandpa Buddha, how many people have been reincarnated?” Xiao Yanyan asked timidly.

 Fo Zong sighed for a long time.

“Including all the Bodhisattvas and the novice monks, there are a total of thirty-six thousand six hundred and eighty-eight people.” Fo Zong touched Xiao Yanyan’s head and tapped her lightly on the forehead.

 The two children breathed a sigh of relief.

“That’s good, that’s good.” There are tens to millions of heavenly soldiers and generals in the divine realm. The Buddhist realm has always been on an equal footing with the divine realm, and it’s almost the same when you think about it.

 The Emperor’s cheeks twisted up.

“Actually...a single Bodhisattva in Buddhism can withstand countless heavenly soldiers.”

“So, it’s not based on the number of people.” The Emperor gave a small reminder.

Xiao Yanyan was stunned for a moment, then asked casually: "How many people are there in the Buddhist sect?"

 Buddha looked up at the sky and said quietly: "Thirty-six thousand six hundred and eighty-nine people."

Xiao Huaizhi tugged on his sister's hand: "I can't figure it out, sister, how much is left?"

Xiao Zhiyan silently looked at Brother Hanpi and stretched out a finger.

 “What’s wrong with your finger?”

 “I won’t touch your fingers, I have them.” After saying that, he bit his chubby white index finger.

 Children who are two or three years old always like to eat their fingers secretly.

Xiao Yanyan was anxious: "Who told you to eat your hands? There is still..."

Xiao Huaizhi looked at the bare finger.

"ah…"

 “Can dad come and save us?” He looked at his sister seriously.

The Buddha had a faint smile on his face, clasped his hands together and said calmly: "You go. Even if I am alone, I can keep the Buddha's heart. I am waiting for my disciple to return."

 “This is their calamity.” His voice was light, he could pick it up and put it down, and he could see through all the vicissitudes of life.

 The two milk dolls looked at each other.

 Performed a deep Buddhist ritual.

“The compassion of Buddhism is shallow, but the disciples are shallow.” The little person is particularly interesting when he is serious.

 The two of them left with everyone in the God Realm.

 When I left, the breeze blew across my face, and I seemed to hear a whimpering sound.

 Probably, it’s the sound of the wind…

 (End of this chapter)