Power is the manifestation of wealth, worship, institutions, and power.
Rational worship is identification, and emotional worship is dependence. When worship becomes deeper and deeper, faith will naturally be born.
Therefore, it is not that the gods in the clouds need humans, but humans need the gods in the clouds. This is an act of conveying life responsibilities upwards, and it is also an expectation that relies on the guidance of the gods.
When Zhou Weide approached the top of the Buddha, he saw this scene.
Those gods on the Buddha's summit are composed of his relatives, friends, leaders, teachers, etc. They are human beings in various senses. They should not sit on the Buddha's summit to exercise the extradition of gods and Buddhas. right.
But the evil ghosts in the cassocks of the Buddha's body have brought them to this position. The evil ghosts have entrusted their destiny to them, forcing them to be responsible and forcing them to become gods.
"Bang..."
A hole was made in the gold-plated Buddha head. A blood-stained hand grabbed the upturned copper skin and pulled the heavy body hard. .
The gods on the top of the Buddha suddenly put down the silk thread in their hands and looked at the hand neatly. Some of them were happy, some regretful, some disgusted, and some puzzled.
"After a long wait, we are here."
A head covered in blood emerged, and a body with torn clothes and scars stepped onto the top of the Buddha, dripping The blood splashed red lotus flowers at his feet.
Behind him was a staircase stained red with blood. The inverted copper skin was stained with red, as if the wounds of the huge Buddha statue were oozing blood.
The blood-stained steps are the stem veins, and the scattered threads are the roots.
On both sides of the blood-stained stairs, dense red silk threads extend freely. They lead up to the Buddha's head and down to the Buddha's feet, rendering the entire Buddha like the Yellow Sky Blood Buddha.
When Zhou Weide reached the top, the evil spirits connected with the blood-red thread burst into cheers. The evil ghosts shed tears and their eyesight disappeared.
They climbed back and forth on the cassocks of the Buddha's body, uncovering the hiding evil spirits one by one.
"We have reached the top, do you want to go together?"
Some evil spirits readily agreed, putting aside the dark thread and embracing the blood-red thread; some evil spirits struggled crazily, It was as if the black thread in their hands was their only destiny.
The Blood-Red Devil welcomes those who join, and forcibly sends away those who are stubborn.
"We are here to salvage you. If we can't salvage you, we will clear you out and let the rest climb to the top together."
The evil ghosts were thrown away one by one, and they transformed into It acts as a rain of flesh and blood, nourishing the bloody passage that continues to spread upward from the ladder of bones and blood.
At this moment, all the evil ghosts firmly believe that Zhou Weide is the only true god.
Because he climbed up the ladder of bones and blood step by step to the top of the Buddha, they witnessed his journey to godhood, and naturally believed that he was the only god.
Now that the only true god is about to challenge the false gods of the past, they take the initiative to clean up the believers of the old gods.
They hold on to the blood-red thread to instill the blood of their faith into the True God and help the True God clean up all superstitions.
When the gods sitting on the top of the Buddha saw this scene, some felt fear in their hearts, others shed tears of joy, but most of them were in disbelief.
"How did you come up? Without our support, how could you reach the top."
"It's not that I came up, but that we came up together. Look at what's under my feet." What."
After hearing this, the gods on the top of the Buddha looked at the blood-stained stairs at Zhou Weide's feet. Only then did they realize how solid the stairs were.
Countless blood-red silk threads are twisted into ropes, and countless evil ghosts pull them into ladders.
It is a solid human ladder, a road to the sky built by countless people, and those people have a common name.
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"Zhou Weide, Zhou Weide..."
"Let people come down and let the false gods fall. We will pray for you on the lotus platform. Only the true gods can be on top of the Buddha. You alone."
"Listen, they can't wait to let you go down.
But there are two ways to go down. Those who love me will step on my body. Seeing the path of the human world, those who abandon me will retreat to the realm of evil ghosts."
Zhou Weide looked at the densely packed Buddha's head and was not worried, because there were more evil ghosts behind him. They are innumerable and inexhaustible.
If it were not for the purpose of attracting the dependence of evil ghosts, he would have lifted the evil ghosts to the Buddha's head.
At that time, the gods on the top of the Buddha will be devoured by endless blood-red evil spirits. After all, the evil ghosts are still evil, and the dependence in their hearts can turn into resentment at any time.
"Vide, you are finally here, we listen to you, let's go down.
If you hadn't wanted to come up, we wouldn't have wanted to stay in this place. We would stay here every day. I was terrified every time I took a breath."
The gods on the top of the Buddha who were really pulling the threads stood up and walked towards the blood-red stairs behind Zhou Weide.
But just like evil spirits are unable to climb, they are also difficult to descend, but it doesn't matter. After all, the blood-red ladder is composed of people. He is alive and can go down automatically like an elevator.
It’s just that there is no elevator on the blood-red stairs, only countless hands passing back and forth.
Seeing that the dependent generalized bodies kept leaving, the other Buddha-top gods became anxious.
"Zhou Weide, the evil ghosts in the Buddha's body will continue to appear, and the gods on the top of the Buddha will continue to appear.
If you can't kill us, your stairs will keep running, and It’s impossible to transport them all down.”
The blood-red river flows upstream, and the black stream flows.The water flows downstream, as if it is a river with unlimited water and will never stop flowing.
"Really? I don't think so. Dependence and being relied upon is a supply and demand relationship. Without dependence, there will be no dependents.
You see, they are When the blood-red thread covers everything on this giant Buddha, it’s time for you to come to me and make a wish.”
As the number of blood-red evil spirits increases, the blood-red color spreads to the giant Buddha at an increasing rate. Quick, first it was net, then yarn, then cloth, water, copper and iron, and red gold.
Up to this moment, the entire giant Buddha had been completely turned red. His copper skin was smashed open by the evil ghost holding an axe, and the blood-red threads poured into it and turned into muscle textures.
The hard frame made of special steel creaked, as if it had reached its limit and was about to collapse in the next second.
Some of the gods on the top of the Buddha were washed down the Buddha's body by the rushing red water as if they were on a slide. More of the gods on the top of the Buddha were thrown directly off the Buddha's body and became part of the flesh and blood lotus platform.
This situation did not last long, and the gods on the top of the Buddha stopped appearing.
Obviously, the Buddha's gods deceived Zhou Weide. They have limits, while those who have no limits are the evil ghosts.
Because dependence is unlimited, the ability of the dependent is limited.
In this situation, except for Zhou Weide, no one can pull the blood-red giant Buddha, and the gods on the top of the Buddha who are relied on will naturally disappear.
The giant Buddha woven with blood-red silk threads is extremely strange. The countless silk threads on the top of the giant Buddha hold up a person like stamens. That is the only future entrusted by the memory of the past life.
"Take off the skin, there are only two hundred and six bones, but if you put on clothes, you can look like one hundred and eight thousand images.
If you don't come out, you will lose your skeleton.
Crushed."