I made up myths in America

Chapter 134 Sk Seal

"At one time, the Buddha was staying at the Jeta Grove in Shravasti, together with a great assembly of twelve hundred and fifty monks..."

"All forms are illusory; if one sees all forms as non-forms, then one sees the Tathagata..."

Although there are many Buddhist association branches and meditation communities in Washington, D.C., this was the first time many Washington residents had heard such magnificent and profound Buddhist chants.

Their tense mood suddenly calmed down, and even though they didn't know the deity, they knelt down with devout expressions, just like the Asians around them, and put their hands together in prayer.

Meanwhile, many netizens in countries watching the spectacle, whether they knew or not about Fudo Myoo, were completely dumbfounded.

Amidst their bewildered expressions, the illusory image of Fudo Myoo, appearing above Washington, looked down with compassion upon the numerous ordinary citizens who had sought refuge in the park below.
With his left hand raised high, he bent the middle and ring fingers of his right hand, straightened the index finger, and pressed his thumb on the bent middle and ring fingers, forming the Ska mudra, which contains great compassion and power. He then raised his hand and pressed it onto the surging waves crashing down in front of him.

In an instant, accompanied by bursts of golden Buddhist light, the massive tsunami, which had been blotting out the sky, suddenly stopped as if it had encountered an insurmountable force, and was already not far from Renoburg Park.

This visually striking scene caused countless Westerners to rub their eyes involuntarily.

In Southeast Asian countries with strong Buddhist influences, such as Japan, Thailand, and Myanmar, the impact was far greater.

If it weren't for the image some eminent monks and virtuous masters had in mind in the eyes of their followers, they would have jumped for joy.

Amitabha! After God has shown His power so many times, it's finally the Buddhists' turn to win!

At this moment, just like when Van Helsing transformed into an angel and made his first appearance, a massive amount of faith converged from all directions and was transformed into the power of wishes by the Bai Ze monster picture.

"Indeed, Buddhism's influence should not be underestimated. Although its number of followers cannot compare to that of Christianity, its purity is significantly higher..."

Seeing that the plan was starting to work, Lu Bai was quite satisfied and decided to replicate the classic.

Under his control, the illusory image of Acala, shimmering with golden Buddhist light, sat cross-legged above Washington, gazing at the flood that, even though it had been stopped, still turned a large part of the city below into a swamp, and the enormous dragon-shaped black shadow swimming in the sea, appearing and disappearing in the water. He glared angrily, threw the vajra in his hand high into the air, put his hands together, and chanted the six-syllable mantra.

"Om Mani Padme Hum".

With each word He uttered, the golden light emanating from the vajra thrown into the sky grew even brighter.

Finally, the vast expanse of golden Buddhist light coalesced into an inverted, enormous golden bowl, from which a powerful suction force was released.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the almost stunned gazes of the people, the vast expanse of seawater, which had calmed down, boiled up again, swirling high into the air and transforming into terrifying waterspouts. These waterspouts were then sucked into the enormous golden bowl in the sky, which was inverted and formed from golden Buddhist light—in fact, it was an open image of the Bai Ze spirit.

“Roar, roar, roar!!”

The next moment, a deep dragon roar, seemingly coming from the abyss, startled everyone who was in a daze back to their senses.

"The black dragon has appeared..."

In Pennsylvania, in the makeshift operations command center, the president, whose heart couldn't take the earlier incident, had been rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

The others remained, intently watching the situation above Washington.

Vice President David Vance was probably the most nervous.

According to the 25th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, when the president is unable to perform his or her duties due to a sudden illness, power is transferred to the vice president.

This amendment took effect just now when the president was rushed to the hospital. But at a time like this, Vance really doesn't want this presidential power; if he's not careful, a huge scapegoat could fall squarely on his head.

"Your Excellency, Vice President..."

Just then, FBI Assistant Director Nick Gibson walked over with a serious expression and said, "An agent I know from the Russian Federal Security Service just called me and said he knows the whole story of this tsunami. But he wants a billion dollars, to be paid to him in cryptocurrency, and he also wants the United States to grant him political asylum. This is a video he sent me."

Upon hearing this, Vice President Vance took the tablet handed to him by Nick Gibson with some doubt and opened the obviously edited video.

The video opens with a stunning scene: an enormous black dragon rises from the icy sea, its golden eyes like those of a furnace.

"This is the black dragon we were just discussing. And indeed, it first appeared in Russia..."

Vice President Vance paused for a moment upon seeing this, his attention immediately drawn to the video.

The video shows a group of Russian youths, who appear to be students, exploring a secret Soviet base.

The twisted, mutated, pale corpses inside, along with all sorts of inhumane research equipment, made Vance's eyelids twitch, and he exclaimed that the Russians were indeed born evil.

But the video content alone shouldn't be worth a billion US dollars.

Unless that experimental base contains highly valuable biological research data or something else.

"It is not research data."

Nick Gibson shook his head. "That security agent told me that this tsunami was a Soviet conspiracy against us decades ago, and that secret alone is worth a billion dollars..."

At this point in his speech, Nick Gibson suddenly stopped, his one eye widening as he stared incredulously at the satellite projection in the conference room.

As more and more seawater was sucked into the inverted golden bowl in the sky, it was observed that...

The black dragon finally broke through the water, spreading its tattered wings. Its molten gold vertical pupils stared lifelessly at the illusory image of Fudo Myoo not far away. Before being sucked into the golden bowl as well, it raised its head and roared angrily: "On the day my lord returns to the world, you will all die..."

Upon hearing this, the illusory image of Fudo Myo-o remained neither sad nor happy. He sat cross-legged in mid-air, clasped his hands together, and silently recited the six-syllable mantra of Buddhism, completely absorbing the black dragon into the golden bowl.

After doing all this, the golden light emanating from His body gradually dimmed, but it did not completely disappear.

Instead, He looked up at the Renoburg Park where everyone was, and the golden bowl flew into His hand automatically, gently sucking downwards.

Boom! !

To everyone's astonishment, the ground cracked open, and an ancient bronze coffin, seemingly alive, flew out from beneath the park and landed in the golden bowl, disappearing along with the illusory image of Fudo Myoo in the sky.

"We... survived..."

After a long silence, people cheered and embraced their family and friends, weeping with joy.

In stark contrast to the joyous atmosphere of escaping the disaster in the park, the makeshift command center in Pennsylvania was deathly silent.

Vice President Vance glanced at the information on his tablet—the data they had received after paying the advance payment—and then at the replay of the satellite images. His expression hardened. "Do you think that dragon king in the Puerto Rico Trench would be angry with us if he knew his unhatched brother or sister had been taken away by this Buddhist deity? Probably not!"

Many high-ranking U.S. officials: "..."

(End of this chapter)