The Whole Country Follows Me Into the World of Gods and Demons Chapter 235

Inside the Buddhist temple, countless young Buddhist practitioners froze in place, and then their expressions gradually became grim, and the Buddhist clothes were thrown on the ground by them, and they rushed up.

"Hey, hey!" Zhu Wentao's expression didn't change, he calmly took out the black gun from his waist, and said calmly in his hand, "Do you want to taste the top god-killing gun from Kyushu?"

The young Buddhist practitioners looked at Hessen's muzzle and stopped in an instant. Even if they had fanatical beliefs in their hearts, they were unwilling to shed blood in Buddhist temples.

Kyushu's top god-killing weapon, the strongest in the world.

Once Zhu Wentao shoots, this Buddhist temple will be filled with blood.

"You get out of here now, we can act like nothing happened!"

Young Buddhist practitioners look bad, and many people secretly use genetic power to cause physical changes in their bodies, growing bone blades and spikes.

Zhu Wentao naturally saw their small movements, and then strode forward, placing the god-killing gun on the forehead of a certain Buddhist practitioner, looking around and smiling: "You better not act rashly, what should I do if my hands tremble when I get nervous? ah?"

The Buddhist cultivators instantly stopped the operation of their genetic power, because the Buddhist cultivator who was pressed by Zhu Wentao to his forehead was the more influential figure among them.

Zhu Wentao looked around with a faint smile on his face. The genetic warriors behind him tightly controlled all the Buddhist practitioners. This **** scene made the Prime Minister's forehead sweat.

tread... tread...

In the depths of the temple, a tall figure slowly walked out.

The visitor was very tall and said that it was as perfect as an ancient Greek human sculpture. He was covered in Buddha light, and he lined up the Buddhist practitioners with kindness and kindness, and stood quietly in front of Zhu Wentao.

Zhu Wentao's eyes narrowed slightly, and all the Buddhist practitioners around him had bowed their heads and said, "I have seen the Buddha's perfection."

This tall and perfect person, covered in Buddha light, is the perfect Buddha!

Zhizhen, alias Buddha, is the supreme leader of Buddhism, the life mentor of 20 million Buddhist practitioners, and an ambitious person who separates the Buddhist kingdom from the ruling party.

At this moment, he slowly stretched out his palm to block Zhu Wentao's muzzle, and smiled calmly and gently: "Donor, the land of Buddhism is a place of pure heart and few desires, or it is better not to show blood."

Zhu Wentao took advantage of the situation to take back the god-killing gun, took out his documents from his jacket pocket and said, "I am the representative of the military and foreign affairs department of the South Asian Theater of the Asian Union. Report to the Union Court on the spot, and **** the offenders to the Union Court!"

Zhu Wentao, this is using the sub-alliance to suppress the Buddha's perfection.

But the Buddha Zhizhen only smiled lightly, and suddenly gave a military salute very respectfully, and then said: "We are citizens of the Asian Union, and we should cooperate with all the requests of the diplomats, but it doesn't matter."

Zhu Wentao's eyes condensed for a while, he secretly said: This guy is really proficient in rules, old fritters.

Taking advantage of the situation to oppress people, this method will not work.

"If that's the case, then I'll just say it." Zhu Wentao immediately changed his strategy, turned his head to look at the prime minister and said, "You know the prime minister of the ruling party, he is my friend, and he told me yesterday that the ruling party plans to use the army. To forcibly bring back the Buddhist practitioners near the fifth front, so I want to know, do you agree with this method?"

The Prime Minister's expression froze, he looked at Zhu Wentao in surprise, but he reacted the next moment and immediately echoed, "Yes, if you have nothing to do with this matter, then we will be ready to implement the plan early this morning."

The Prime Minister instantly understood that Zhu Wentao wanted to force the Buddha to attain perfection.

Regardless of whether the Buddha Zhizhen replied that he agreed or disagreed, it was tantamount to positively admitting that the gathering of Buddhist cultivators to make trouble was related to Buddhism. Then Zhu Wentao could take this opportunity to report to the Union Army, and the Union Army would come back to weaken Buddhism.

But the Buddha Zhizhen smiled again, his face changed instantly, and he put on a wronged look and said: "What do you mean, diplomat, we Buddhists never interfere in the private affairs of Buddhist practitioners, we are just Qingdeng ancients Buddha futon as a companion."

damn it!

Zhu Wentao cursed inwardly.

This old guy is so rude, he chose to avoid it without answering.

"Since this matter has nothing to do with your Buddhism, then we will treat it as a social event." Zhu Wentao immediately said to the Prime Minister: "You don't need to worry about this matter, the southern theater will send troops to do it."

The Prime Minister's expression changed, and he was extremely anxious.

He was afraid of dispatching the army, which would not only accidentally injure countless Buddhist people, but even cause social conflicts to escalate to the extreme.

The Prime Minister of Political Affairs clenched Zhu Wentao's cuff tightly, and his eyes were full of anxiety, but Zhu Wentao just pulled him to the door, and his eyes kept gesturing at him.

The two walked to the door step by step, the Buddha Zhizhen behind him always kept a gentle smile, but the look in his eyes became more and more interesting.

The door is nearer, nearer.

The closer he got to the door, the more the political prime minister wanted to get rid of Zhu Wentao.

National affairs cannot be decided so hastily!

Then I will become the sinner of the people, and I will become the sinner of the war!

When the two were only a few tens of centimeters away from the door, the political prime minister finally couldn't help it, and he tried to shake off Zhu Wentao with his arms.

But at this moment, the Buddha spoke calmly: "Those who cultivate Buddhism are always our Buddhists, let us bring them back."

Zhu Wentao's footsteps stopped instantly, then turned back and smiled: "When?"

The political prime minister was stunned for a moment. He stared at Zhu Wentao in a daze, and his mind was muddled.

"Tomorrow at sunset." The Buddha said calmly: "One of the 300,000 cultivators left the fifth front."

"Okay, it's a matter of fact!" Zhu Wentao raised his wrist, revealing the ring bug on his wrist and said, "The South Asia Theater has accepted your application, and the sun will set tomorrow, and we will clean up the front!"

After that, Zhu Wentao took the political prime minister to leave.

After leaving the temple, the political prime minister asked hesitantly, "Is it... your plan?"

Zhu Wentao tightened his linen coat, turned around and said with a smile, "It's an old fried dough stick, but it's an old fried dough stick that can't bear the belief of the people."

"Are you saying that in order to maintain the support of Buddhist practitioners, Buddha Zhizhen has positively acknowledged the relationship between Buddhism and this incident?" the political prime minister asked in confusion.

"Yes." Zhu Wentao smiled: "This is a gamble, but I made the right bet."

"Master, master!"

The two separated, Zhu Wentao had to meet the Military Ministry of Foreign Affairs to report on the situation, and the Prime Minister of Political Affairs also had to meet the ruling party building to prepare.

In the temple, Buddha Zhizhen still had a gentle face. He looked around at his most trusted right-hand man, and said lightly, "According to the original plan, continue to pursue my Buddhist ancestors."

The right-hand man said stunnedly: "Buddha, just now you have been with..."

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