"That's good, that's good." There are dozens or millions of heavenly soldiers and generals in the divine realm. The Buddhist realm has always been on an equal footing with the divine realm, so I think it's pretty much the same.

Emperor Tian's cheeks twisted up.

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

"So, it's not calculated by the number of people." The Emperor gave a small reminder.

Xiao Yanyan was stunned for a moment and 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 and tender index finger.

Two or three-year-old children always like to eat hands secretly.

Xiao Yanyan looked anxiously: "Who asked you to take advantage of 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 guys go. Even if I am alone, I can keep the Buddha's heart. I am waiting for my disciples to return."

"This is their calamity." His voice was calm, he could take 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.

"Buddhism's compassion is only shallow for its disciples." The little man 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.
Chapter completed!