Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

America, Metropolis, Lex Industrial Building.

Luther made a cup of hot tea himself, and served it to the young man sitting at the desk with his hands folded in a very reverent manner.His expression seemed a little bit confused and struggling, but soon, he regained his determination the moment he saw the young man.

"Master Qing Fangzhu, the new logo of the Rex Building has been made, so I specially invite the master to come and open it."

The expression of the bald president struggled for a while between confusion and devotion, and finally became serious again amidst a burst of Buddha's voice, and said, "Master, let's take a look right now?"

Unexpectedly, the person sitting at the desk was not a bald master, but a handsome and elegant Asian young man with handsome facial features, light brown soft long hair draped over his shoulders, clear and bright eyes, gentle and gentle And merciful, like an ascetic monk walking in the world.

"Benefactor, consecration is a matter of sincerity and spirit."

Master Qingfang recited a Buddha's name, and said gently: "As long as the benefactor sincerely recites the Buddha's name, one day he will influence Superman."

Luther's expression fell into a twisted struggle again.

Master Qingfang glanced at him indifferently, and knocked the Zen stick in his hand gently, the pale golden Buddha's light shook slightly, and the bald president's expression became peaceful again.

"The master is right, sincerity leads to success!"

Luther left with a face full of enlightenment.

X days later.

Big news - Lex Luthor's industrial building has changed its corporate logo to a glittering golden Maitreya Buddha.

"Crack.", "Crack.", "Crack——"

A clear photo was left in the camera.

The Buddha has kind eyebrows, kind eyes, and a big belly, and the setting sun coats it with a layer of golden brilliance, full of local tyrants.

"The logo...it looks almost as glorious as the Wayne Enterprises bat logo, doesn't it?"

Jimmy Olsen, one of the employees of the Daily Planet, and one of the few ordinary humans who knew Clark's true identity, said this to Superman in an indescribable way.

Clark shed tears of poverty, struggling to defend his partner: "Bruce just used to brand his possessions with the Bat logo, and don't you think that? That dark, pointy-eared nocturnal creature is kind of cute."

"It's kind of cute, so now everyone thinks he's having an affair with Batman, literally."

Jimmy struggled to move his gaze away from the Maitreya Buddha logo, and said: "But this majestic Maitreya Buddha logo really makes me suspect that the aesthetic average of superheroes and super villains in Metropolis is lower than Gotham."

Mr. Photographer spoke earnestly, and told his super-English friend of the three primary colors: "Even though the clown's performance art has lowered the average line of Gotham's aesthetics, I never thought that you and Luthor could be on par with him."

Clark argued: "The three primary colors are classical beauty."

"Yes, so the problem lies with Luther!"

Jimmy had a WTF expression on his face: "I heard that he also spent a lot of money to bring back two golden statues from the florist."

Then, as if he had guessed something, a sunflower suddenly turned his head, stared thoughtfully at the calm Clark, and asked tentatively, "Did Batman leave some psychological shadow on him when he acted last time?" ? After all, Gotham's Batman legend is quite real."

Clark couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not like that, Jimmy, you really guessed wrong, and people like Luthor wouldn't be afraid of Batman, he's just too materialistic."

"But Clark, now this materialist has gone to believe in Buddhism, and even invited a master to worship at home."

Jimmy also looked sincere: "From materialism to idealism, what terrible experience has he experienced?"

Clark thought for a moment, then said hesitantly, "...Maybe it's because you passed between life and death once, and you suddenly lost sight of it?"

Jimmy: "...Areyoukiddingme?"

"I'm going first, Jimmy, the old editor is calling me."

Clark spread his hands to his friend with a smile, and said in a good mood: "Who knows what Luther thinks?"

Jimmy: "..." You seem to know a lot.

Of course, Clark knew more about Luthor's changes, but even Batman would find the information involved in this part of the information incredible. He couldn't tell his friend Jimmy, otherwise his occupational disease would flare up again.

It's like this...

Half a month ago, Luthor was misdiagnosed by the hospital as suffering from some incurable terminal illness, so he let go of his hands and feet regardless of the consequences, and joined forces with Gotham's Joker and Harley Quinn to prepare a big surprise for Superman and Batman .

He's even created a special kind of armor to rival superheroes in strength (although Clark doesn't know why he had to let the armor show his vulnerable head, presumably... trust in Superman's character?).

Of course, the result is not unexpected, not to mention that Luthor has not yet reached the level of Iron Man, even if he has, no matter how good the armor is, it can’t beat Superman. After all, even Iron Man himself is not Clark’s opponent. Superman can push the earth with his bare hands. Well, if Luthor had this kind of cutting-edge technology, he would have brought 35 billion people to the earth to pick up Tony in space.

So the clown and the clown girl yelled that I will definitely come back, and at the same time were sent back to Arkham by Batman's targeted revenge again.

And Luthor and the rest of the struggling villains got into a fight with Superman (who was unilaterally beaten by Clark).

The two sides were fighting each other to the point of being inextricably linked, when suddenly a golden light blazed from the sky and the sound of Buddha's voice rang out, which made Clark stop his fists of retaliation unconsciously - he originally wanted to take advantage of the scuffle to secretly give Bane a few more punches, who Let this guy try to break his partner's back while Bruce is weak.

If he hadn't rushed quickly, Bane would have succeeded.

But the Buddha's voice that suddenly appeared in his ears seemed to have a strange (xi) special (nao) power, which made him stop fighting unconsciously, wanting to relax and fall asleep.

But Clark soon discovers that not only is he affected, but the villain is affected even more.

The Buddha's voice came from all directions, uninterrupted, and finally turned into a gentle exhortation from a handsome young monk.

"Amitabha, all benefactors come into my Buddhist gate, concentrate on doing good, know what I know, get what I get, have no desires and no desires."

Accompanied by these words, the villains present seemed to be controlled by someone's mind, and suddenly stopped their movements very neatly. Clark developed a panic, and their expressions struggled for a while between serene and ferocious, and finally gave up happily. Resisting, smiling, cross-legged, and sat down.

Then collectively recite Amitabha Buddha peacefully...

Clark: "?????" How fat four? !

No, I don’t know why, he was actually a little touched at the moment, and it was a bit sad to say it, but really, this was the first time when all the staff were brain-controlled and he was the only one who stayed awake...

——Poor Superman, he still doesn't know that this is the special care given to him by the tasker considering his situation.

"Abstain from anger and ignorance, avoid sex and avoid greed, and you will achieve bliss."

There was another chanting sound, and one after another nasturtium bloomed in the air. The young and handsome monk took off his bamboo hat, and touched Luther's bald head tenderly and lovingly.

Luther had a completely enlightened expression on his face, as if he had suddenly realized the true meaning of life. He stroked his bald head thoughtfully, and said in disbelief, "Could this be...the fate in the legend? I have a fate with Buddha?? "

Superman: "..." Huh?

Superman stared blankly at the monk's soft and smooth long light brown hair, his expression was complicated for a moment, and he was speechless—wait a minute, this man obviously has hair, but...why would he feel This is a monk?

The monk gently helped Luther up: "The benefactor."

Luther also replied affectionately: "Mage."

Among the devastated ruins, the afternoon sun cast a faint golden light on everyone. The long-haired monk and the bald president looked at each other affectionately, as if they were about to become Buddhas in the next second among the golden lotuses. Home soars.

Superman: "...?" What the hell happened?

Why can't he raise his guard against this monk?

And Luther began to feel that something was wrong, he said suspiciously: "Wait a minute, Mage? I... Do I believe in Buddhism?"

The monk sighed lightly, touched Luther's bald head indifferently, and then he said with an upright and compassionate expression: "Benefactor, look at your appearance, you must be destined for my Buddha."

Luther nodded in a trance: "...it seems to be."

Superman watched the monk smile friendlyly at Luthor, and with this smile, it seemed as if another layer of Buddha light spread behind him, gently stirring in mid-air, and finally penetrated the bodies of Luthor and the villain , and then Luthor's doubts and struggles completely disappeared.

The monk looked concerned, and said again: "I think the benefactor seems to be unwell, is there anything I need from the poor monk?"

Luther looked sad: "I'm terminally ill..."

"Terminal illness is not terrible, can you trust the poor monk?"

The monk said compassionately: "As long as you are willing to change the Feng Shui of the building, your terminal illness will be cured soon."

Luther cried bitterly: "I believe in you!"

Superman gasped, looking terrified.

This, this is the legendary... pyramid scheme?

Not long after the next day, the Lex Industrial Building replaced the corporate logo with a smiling Maitreya Buddha.

Another day later, Luther discovered that his disease had become a misdiagnosis.

Luther was thoughtful, feeling as if he had found a shortcut to influence Superman.

The author has something to say: Please give all readers a five-star praise—Jiu is the end of the full text, and the series of passing through the management bureau is probably over here. If I write again... probably after the end of Zhonggou and Lori

The next book is Tang Sanburial with a copper head and an iron arm. Click on the column to see it. The article will be revised first, and the copy will be updated on the 28th:

In a word from the Buddha, the brazen-headed and iron-armed monk Tang Sanzan had to take a few chubby apprentices to travel around the British and American worlds to accumulate merit.

then……

Little Bean Tony and his two heroic uncles looked at each other!

The big cat-eared bat looked dazed at the resurrected three-year-old bird group!

The bald president burns incense and worships Buddha every day, aiming to save all sentient beings!

The green-haired villain cried bitterly and repented, vowing to correct evil and return to righteousness!

Three Burials: Donor, let me know about physical supernatural powers?

Text two:

Violent mages punch Hydra and kick Arkham.

In the spare time of communicating with the land and resurrecting the ghosts with unfinished life, you have to take painstaking efforts to grab the dying superhero and press it on the wrist.

"You have a predestined relationship with the Sajia family. Today, you drink the Buddha's blood from the Sajia family. If you don't drink it, you have to drink it! Open your mouth and open your mouth for the Sajia family!"

Chaoying: ＿(:＿”∠)＿

"The Great Compassion Mantra goes down on the Sa family, the Hydra collectively does charity, and Arkham organizes a group to become a monk, so I ask you if you are afraid! Are you afraid!"

Super reverse: ＿(:＿”∠)＿