I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Zheng Manjing grabbed the escalator and finally got out of the mystery that had been plaguing her.

Ahead, a dozen people came together.

They have the residual power of Buddha's light in them.

She hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"Fellow laymen..." she asked, "I wonder where my Buddha is now?"

The men looked at her.

But there were smiles on their faces.

"My Buddha is merciful!" A man bowed his head, a shrewd look flashed in his eyes, and he chuckled: "It is where it should be, and it is a destiny!"

"Donor, I'm afraid you're late!"

They have taken the teachings of Buddha Wutian to heart.

I don't want to pluck a hair to benefit the world, and I don't want anyone in the world to serve me.

because……

Plucking a hair to benefit the world has nothing to do with me, and may even sacrifice my interests.

If the whole world worships me alone, then it is contrary to the great truth!

This world is not worth it.

Be it beauty or money, they are all external things.

Only ‘I’ is the most important.

Take yourself as me and me as me.

If you stick to your true heart, you will be able to see the other side and usher in true freedom and liberation.

Apart from this, there should be nothing else and no other way.

As a result, these people are now comparable to the most virtuous monks.

Be pure and have few desires, no desires and no pursuits.

However, their purity of mind and lack of desires and desires are different from the ordinary sense of being pure of heart and few desires.

Those who like beauties will still like them.

Those who like money will still love money.

But they will never be addicted to these things again.

In a sense, it can be regarded as a kind of reaching the same goal through different paths.

They have basically reached the realm of ‘pink skull’.

In their eyes, the young and beautiful Princess Ceylon, although she was stunning in the world, was nothing more than that.

Compared to ‘me’.

It's simply not worth mentioning.

Compared with the Buddha's Avenue, it is like a weed.

Zheng Manjing was slightly stunned when she heard this.

She felt the Buddha's light emanating from the person in front of her.

That is the most sincere Buddha’s heart.

And almost all of these people have a spotless heart toward Buddha!

This made her awe-struck, and she quickly clasped her hands together and said, "I am the Buddha who is compassionate!"

These people laughed and said in return: "I am the Buddha who is compassionate!"

He just threw her away and continued to move forward.

They still need to understand and appreciate the supreme way of Buddha Wutian.

This is a self-serving thing.

Meet the avenue.

…………

Since the police lady said that she does not need to assist in the investigation.

Lingpingan was happy to be at ease and left quickly.

He didn't want to take a confession.

It takes a long time to go back and forth - of course, if the government needs it, he will still cooperate, he is a law-abiding citizen!

So, taking advantage of the fact that many people were coming here, he immediately walked forward and blended into the crowd.

Then he turned a few corners and came to a circular railing inside the exhibition hall.

Here, there are already many tired people resting on chairs.

It seems that these are all guests attending the sorority party.

and……

Many people sit together in pairs.

Lingpingan only looked at it for a while and felt that he smelled something sour.

It smells terrible.

It’s a bit sharp!

He couldn't bear it anymore, so he hurriedly walked away from here.

As a result, he bumped into a tall woman who had just come up from the escalator below.

Then, that little face was full of surprises.

"Master!"

"I finally found you!"

Lingpingan blinked and looked at the woman in front of him.

She looks about twenty-four or five years old.

Wearing a blue and white skirt, she is very tall, a little taller than Lingpingan.

Big breasts...

The bulge is swollen.

This is spiritual peace that has never been seen before.

but……

He looked at the other person's face, thought carefully, and then asked: "Girl, do we know each other?"

He has prosopagnosia and easily confuses other people.

Most people look the same in his eyes.

He didn't bother to remember what other people looked like.

Except for the relatives and neighbors he often interacts with, he rarely spends time remembering the appearance of others.

That was too difficult for him.

The other party was slightly stunned, with a trace of disappointment clearly flashing in his eyes.

However, she quickly stepped out of the shadows and said very affectionately: "Master... I am He Rourou!"

"Last time in Jiangcheng City, we met..."

Lingpingan still blinked. He thought about it seriously and shook his head: "I'm sorry, girl, I have a bad memory!"

After what happened last time at Luming Hall.

When you have peace of mind, you will think more about everything.

After all, the imperial capital is a big city with too many routines.

Who knows, could it be a scam?

Anyway, Lingpingan used to brag and chat in the author group, and heard about the tragic experiences of many authors.

Legend has it that a certain great god was once tricked by a wine bearer.

Legend has it that a certain great god was almost jumped by an immortal when he rushed to the street.

Therefore, boys must protect themselves when they go out.

He Rourou swallowed.

She followed the master's taste with great joy.

When the owner was finally found.

The owner, however, had an indifferent look on his face and refused to let anyone in.

This made her a little uncomfortable.

but……

Isn't this what maids should bear?

exactly……

Isn't this the test she has to endure?

I want to be a servant beside my master.

Good temper is essential.

You must accept the situation and learn to cater to it.

the most important is……

Let your master know how good you are.

Remember your own goodness.

So, she lowered her head gently, deliberately exposing as much of the scenery under her breasts to her master as possible.

Even if the owner won't look at it.

because……

This is the maidservant.

What is a servant who cannot seduce his master?

It's just a rough girl, she can't get on the stage, and she can't become a person.

……………………

Zheng Manjing felt the temperature coming from her wrist.

She followed the direction, bypassed several corridors, and entered the circular area for rest inside the exhibition hall.

Then she saw it.

The back of the young master.

She wouldn't admit it.

I saw it the day before yesterday and was very impressed!

Not only that, the lotus seeds on her bracelet were burning hot.

Buddha is right ahead!

She was nervous and apprehensive, and walked over cautiously.

Then he saw a tall woman, lowering her head in front of Mr. Ling, letting the large area of ​​​​her chest be exposed.

"Hu Meizi!" Zheng Manjing cursed secretly.

Then he subconsciously looked at his chest.

She felt a little guilty.

But she still mustered up the courage and walked over.

"Master Ling!" She smiled softly and greeted him in a tone that she had practiced countless times.

Then she slowly lifted up the hem of her skirt, and under the gaze of the tall and charming lady in front of Mr. Ling, she slowly bowed, a perfect lady's etiquette that could not be faulted.

She gently pulled up her bangs, which she had combed for a long time today, and let her azure eyes, known as the 'Pearls of Ceylon', all light up.

"I am Zheng Manjing..."

She glanced demonstratively at the foxy man who had eyes wide open as if he wanted to eat someone.

"I wonder if you ate the soup last night?"