Doomsday Mechs: Starting with a Manufacturing Army

Chapter 89 Buddha Saves All Beings

An hour later.

Thanks to the Bodhi Tree's extremely high efficiency, nearly half of the people in this old neighborhood have had their brains emptied, turning them into walking corpses.

Without exception, they all knelt on the ground, facing the Bodhi tree, and worshipped devoutly.

Zhong Yuanchao thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of being high above others.

"The Buddha saves all sentient beings and leads them to the Western Paradise."

"Today, I am the one who guides all living beings to the Western Paradise."

He muttered to himself.

In particular, these zombies not only obeyed his every word.

He also possesses the ability to communicate with plants.

You can also feel the vibrations of every plant and tree in the community, and the worship conveyed through those plant signals.

At this moment, his followers far transcended human limitations; all things in the world, living beings, plants and trees, became his devout worshippers.

This is what all living beings are like, this is what Buddha is like.

"One day, if I become powerful enough, I will have the Bodhi tree help me gain all the extraordinary abilities in the world..."

Deep within his desires, Zhong Yuanchao's most greedy thoughts surfaced.

Just like Chen Senlin back then.

He stole the other person's superpower and transferred it to himself.

By that time...

He is the real God!

He is the Buddha!

"What? There's someone with superpowers?"

Zhong Yuanchao, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, sensed the plant signal coming from the Bodhi tree and instantly opened his eyes excitedly.

As he spoke, he hurriedly got out of bed and, with a limp, touched the Bodhi tree with his hand.

The images instantly flooded his mind.

A boy, after being pierced by a Bodhi tree thorn, recovered remarkably quickly.

The punctured area healed at a visible speed, with flesh and skin regenerating.

"This is…"

Seeing such terrifying superpowers, Zhong Yuanchao was very excited.

"If I had this superpower, my legs could be restored!"

Although he could sense the worship contained in every flower, tree, and plant signal.

But he had no intention of turning his body into something like a plant.

Thinking of this.

Wearing a kasaya, Zhong Yuanchao staggered out of the room.

Ten minutes later.

They arrived at the old residential area, where the boy lived.

At this moment, several people were kneeling outside the door of every household.

Without exception, these people had all had their brains emptied, and they knelt down devoutly in the direction of the Bodhi tree.

"Mommy! Mommy! Waaaaah!!"

The girl's cries, coming from not far away, grew increasingly intense.

Zhong Yuanchao, wearing a kasaya, placed his right palm in front of his chest in a gesture of respect, a slight smile playing on his lips, unable to hide his excitement.

He went to the door.

inside.

A woman whose brain had been emptied lay on the ground, and a little girl threw herself on top of her, wailing loudly.

And at the doorway.

A continuous stream of tree trunks and branches seemed to be rushing inwards.

A boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old stood at the door holding a kitchen knife.

His face was pale, but his eyes were resolute.

Despite being repeatedly stabbed with bloody holes, his recovery was becoming increasingly slow.

They showed absolutely no intention of backing down.

"Little sister, quickly go back to your bedroom and hide. I'll protect you."

The boy's voice was choked with sobs and filled with stubbornness.

"No, I'm not leaving."

However, how could a three- or four-year-old girl understand these things?

All she knew was that her mother wouldn't wake up.

She threw herself onto her mother and shook her repeatedly.

Imitating my mother's appearance from memory, I held a band-aid and kept putting it on.

But the bandages were all over the wound, and blood kept flowing out.

"Mommy, Mommy, wake up! Waaaaah!"

The little girl was wailing loudly, her innocent cries filled with desperate sobs that were heartbreaking to witness.

"Little one, don't cry."

At this moment, a monk wearing a kasaya, with his right hand in a single palm salute and a buzz cut on his head, appeared at the door.

Looking at the boy, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted sternly.

"What kind of monster dares to cause trouble here!"

With a loud shout, the attacking tree trunks and branches actually retreated.

"Little one, are you alright?"

The monk, with a kind face, came to stand before him.

The boy looked up at the monk and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"No, it's nothing."

"Master, who are you?"

"My Buddhist name is De'en."

The monk smiled slightly.

"I see that there is a great calamity here, so I have come to save all living beings."

"Then can you save my mother?"

Upon hearing this, the boy turned to look at the corpse covered in bandages by his sister, and his nose stung with tears.

Tears the size of beans fell one after another, like beads from a broken string.

"Tonight, these things suddenly appeared and... they... "

The boy's voice choked with sobs, unable to speak. Looking at his sister, whose voice was hoarse from crying, he desperately suppressed the urge to cry himself.

"Alas, what a tragedy. It seems she has repaid your debt in this lifetime."

"debt?"

"good"

The monk Deen nodded and slowly spoke.

"In her previous life, she felt guilty towards you, so in this life she became your mother and gave birth to you."

"And your destiny is one of being born with a body of calamity. This apocalyptic disaster, as well as these rotten tree branches, all come from your body."

Master De'en sighed.

"You must have noticed something unusual about your body."

"Actually, you are immortal because you have absorbed the lifespan of those around you."

"I, I..."

Because of the other party's act of saving him just now, and the fact that his extraordinary recovery ability was indeed as predicted.

Despite trying to appear strong, she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and upon hearing these words, she instantly broke down emotionally.

"I, I... I didn't mean to."

"I don't want anyone to die, but my grandma, grandpa, and grandma were all killed by those zombies."

"Now it's Mom's turn..."

The boy clenched his fists and stood still.

She remained silent, sobbing softly, for five or six minutes before slowly raising her head.

"Master, if I choose to end my own life, is there any chance to salvage the situation?"

"Of course."

Zhong Yuanchao revealed a smug smile.

"You could try cutting yourself."

He looked to the side and saw a fruit knife in an empty fruit bowl on the cabinet.

A hint of fear appeared in the boy's eyes, but he still stepped forward and picked up the fruit knife.

After struggling and hesitating for half a minute, he stabbed himself with pain in his eyes.

"Brother, Mom moved! She moved!"

Upon hearing this, the boy turned around in surprise.

Sure enough, his mother moved.

But when he got closer, the other person had already stopped breathing.

"master."

He turned to look at Venerable De'en.

Master De'en smiled and shook his head.

"The disaster has not been averted, and the dead cannot be brought back to life."

The boy's heart trembled violently, his breathing almost stopped, and he felt a tightness in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

He had just plunged the knife into his own chest, into his ribs.

The excruciating pain made him almost collapse to the ground.

But seeing her sister crying and that lifeless corpse...

"Little sister, you and Mom must live well together."

After saying that, the boy turned to look at Master De'en.

"Master, is it alright if I simply end my own life?"

Master De'en smiled and nodded.

He pointed to the brown tree trunk and branches huddled outside the door.

"Silently recite the four words 'sacrifice your life for righteousness' in your heart, and control your ability to prevent it from taking effect, letting it kill you instead."

Ten minutes later.

The boy's supernatural abilities were successfully taken away by the Bodhi tree.

He looked at Venerable De'en with gratitude.

"Master, thank you for your help."

"You're welcome."

Zhong Yuanchao maintained his smile and gently raised his hand.

A sharp tree trunk pierced the boy's brain in an instant.

The boy's body slowly fell to the ground.

The commotion also attracted the little girl who was clinging to her mother.

"Brother! Waaaaah!!"

Seeing her brother fall down, the innocent girl looked at the tall monk and rushed forward, desperately grabbing his leg and hitting him.

He believed that the other party had killed his brother.