A Poor Monk Has the Kingdom of Buddhism in His Palms

Once I wake up from the dream, I come to a world where demons are rampant and immortals cross. His identity is still a young monk from White Horse Temple. No strength, no status yet. As soon as you stretch out your palm, the sound of Sanskrit curls up, thousands of Buddhas, and the Thunder Sound Pagoda. Fortunately, I have the Buddha Kingdom in my palm. Does it require merit to use? Does helping an old lady cross the street count? There are everything you need, such as the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra, Zen staff, and cassocks. Monster monkey causing trouble? The Tathagata lends you the Five Finger Mountain to suppress him for five hundred years.