"Sigh."
In this sigh..,
It contained too much helplessness;
It was a little like after everyone in the dormitory went to bed at night, the last person who could not stand the light and could not sleep would get out of bed to turn off the light.
It was also a little like when playing a team in an online game. The monster was in front of him, but the tank warrior still stood behind and smoked and watched the scenery. In the end, the mage could only helplessly go up.
But it was undeniable that..,
The moment an expert made a move, it was obvious whether there was one or not,
Especially this "Sigh", at this moment, it had a kind of natural finishing touch!
In terms of style, in terms of ritual, in terms of pretentiousness, in terms of family education, in terms of inheritance, in terms of experience..,
To be honest..,
The towering Mount Tai had stood in Hell for thousands of years,
When the first generation started, and when the next few generations of Prefects guarded the business, the fruits under the Bodhi tree had yet to fall.
In the Yang Realm, this was an unprecedented dynasty. Etiquette and rules, as well as the elegance that was integrated into his bones, and how to put on a show and set up a monument, had long been maxed out.
To put it bluntly, he also knew how to make the people around him feel more relaxed and happy when he farted.
A terrifying and majestic body..,
Was supported by a hand..,
Just like that, it was frozen there,
Plus a "Sigh",
Like sprinkling water, it was light,
Everything..,
It seemed to be not worth mentioning.
Although this scene was short, it was really not inferior to the special effects when the Bodhisattva appeared earlier.
Not to mention what happened next..,
The old Daoist moved his wrist,
Two words came out of his throat:
"Get up!"
"Buzz!"
This majestic body that blotted out the sky was thrown out like a discus.
The pitiful Truth Listener looked so mighty and majestic, but at this moment, it was like a weak little quail that could not withstand the wind. It was thrown back and forth.
Truth Listener's body began to shrink. In the end, it turned into the image of an adult man and knelt under the Bodhisattva's lotus throne.
"Amitabha, we meet again after a thousand years."
Bodhisattva was Bodhisattva,
From the beginning to the end, he carried out his elegance.
The old Daoist seemed to have lost his image,
Sitting on the hospital bed, he reached out and scratched the gap between his toes. Then, he placed his fingers on the tip of his nose and sniffed.
This scene was really interesting to the extreme.
"Oh my, that's right. I haven't seen you for so many years. I miss you so much."
After the old Daoist priest finished speaking, he chuckled and took out an orange from the bed behind him.
"Eat one to quench your thirst."
After saying that,
The orange was thrown directly at the Bodhisattva.
The Harken immediately stepped forward.
Bang!
The Harken was sent flying by an orange.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Fruits are so expensive now that people can't afford them anymore. It's fine if you don't want to eat them, but how can you let the beasts spoil them?"
The old Daoist priest seemed a little dissatisfied. He used his little finger to pick his ear, then put it to his mouth and blew at it, blowing out snowflakes.
Bodhisattva did not mind. After all, to him, he already knew what kind of person the person in front of him was like since a thousand years ago.
"It's been a thousand years, and you haven't improved at all."
The Bodhisattva's eyes were like torches. He could see many things at a glance.
Ever since the old Daoist priest had disappeared for a thousand years, there had been no news of him. The Netherworld could not find him, and even Truth Listener could not sense him.
In terms of hiding ability, to be honest, the old Daoist priest was not weaker than Ying Gou.
However, Ying Gou had no choice but to do so because he had too many enemies after his fall.
The old Daoist priest, on the other hand, had taken the initiative to "Restrain" himself. It was more like he was playing a big game of chess.
Of course, there were gains and losses in everything. It was naturally impossible for him to live in seclusion and cultivate like in the myths and legends.
Bodhisattva said that he had not improved at all in the past thousand years. This was probably what he meant.
"Hehe, actually, I also want to work hard. I don't do anything else every day. I just want to focus on cultivating the ancient Buddha with the lamp on the wall."
As he spoke..,
The old Daoist priest laughed himself,
He continued,
"But there's no other way. Who told me to be a f * cking genius? Sometimes, I really have to be careful. I go to the toilet and squat there. In just this short period of time, I might be able to have an epiphany seven or eight times,
"Sigh, it's really too torturous."
In other words..,
What was a thousand years of not advancing,
As long as I wanted..,
I could amaze the world at any time and make up for the lost thousand years.
"It's just a sword. Is it worth it for you to waste a thousand years?"
The Bodhisattva asked.
The two seemed to be talking, as if they were reminiscing about the past.
In fact..,
The Bodhisattva was reweaving this small world,
This was the world of the living..,
He was very tall,
The last generation in front of him was not shorter than him,
Two very tall people standing together..,
Would be very eye-catching.
This firmament had a temper. The firmament of the world of the living was even more of a bad-tempered master. It would not be like the Xuanyuan Sword and take the initiative to cause trouble for you. However, if you jumped too happily under his nose, he would not sit idly by.
Mending this Xumi Small World was actually to pave the way for what would come next.
When immortals fought, they had to be wary of mortals.
"What's a thousand years?" The old Daoist priest curled his lips in annoyance. "What I want is millions of years in the world!!!"
For some reason, when the old Daoist priest said this, Zhou Ze's eyelids twitched.
It seemed that at this moment..,
The old Daoist priest was the true last Prefect,
That person was ruthless..,
The person who threw away the foundation of his ancestors.
He was willing to throw it away..,
Because he wanted more!
What he wanted was millions of years in the world. What he wanted was eternity. Losing a thousand years was really a drizzle compared to millions of years.
Just like how many students in the world of the living abandoned themselves in middle school for six years in order to work hard to get into a good university.
Especially on the blackboard of the third year class, they liked to write chicken soup short sentences like "Today's bitterness is for the sweet in the future".
"In that case, can the ancestral foundation be thrown away just like that?"
The Bodhisattva continued to ask.
At the same time..,
The golden lotuses beneath him began to fall into the ground below,
Even the sky above his head seemed to be slowly inlaid with a golden edge.
The old Daoist yawned and waved his hand,
"This little bit of foundation is nothing. As long as I have time, I can build a bigger foundation than the Patriarch!"
Ever since the old Daoist attacked until now, when he was communicating with the Bodhisattva, Old Zhang had been looking at the old Daoist with his mouth wide open.
Especially the words that the old Daoist priest had said to the Bodhisattva, it was really...
You wouldn't think that he was bragging, because the confidence and aura that he exuded really gave people the feeling that since he said he wanted to do it, he would definitely be able to do it.
Old Zhang finally understood,
Why would lawyer an, who had always been extremely picky, be willing to work with the old Daoist priest to go into small alleys and comfort those big girls who looked even bigger than lawyer an's own body?
Once..,
Old Zhang felt that the few people in the bureau who liked to curry favor were already the best. Who would have thought that lawyer an was the real master of this field?
Just those few words just now had shocked old Zhang, who thought that he was very "Upright", to the point that he had the thought of getting closer to the old Daoist.
Boss Zhou secretly lit another cigarette,
Smoking was harmful to one's health and others. It was a wrong and stupid act!
But at this moment, boss Zhou felt that there was nothing else to do other than continue to be "Stupid".
At this moment, he finally understood why Yinggou didn't say anything
Yes..,
He hadn't recovered yet and was still licking his wounds,
There was a lively guy in front of him,
If he didn't go up, was he going to drag his injured body up?
At most, they would compete to see who was not afraid of death..,
Hehe..,
In terms of not being afraid of death..,
You are a guy who lost your ancestral foundation because you were afraid of dying early in a thousand years..,
Do you dare to compete?
However..,
Zhou Ze also saw it,
This barrier, or maybe it was called a small world. Anyway, boss Zhou didn't know about arrays, so he didn't know what the specific title was.
However, he could clearly feel that everything here was becoming more and more real. In other words, this barrier was becoming more and more solid!
The urn had been reinforced. Next, was it time to catch the turtle?
Zhou Ze really wanted to remind the old Daoist,
Don't just focus on bragging,
Hurry up and fight,
Then walk or continue to fight, that would be discussed later, but now he had to hurry up.
However, after thinking for a while, boss Zhou still didn't say this kind of reminder. He just continued to foolishly "Puff"
He was more afraid of death than him. How could he not know the changes around him?
"It's a pity that you've wasted a thousand years in exchange for today."
The Bodhisattva put his hands together,
"Amitabha, today, this penniless monk only needs to let you really move, and the calamity you forced on this penniless monk will also disappear."
The reason why the Bodhisattva consolidated the array here was not to strangle the last lord here.
A centipede died but did not stiffen. Although in the past thousand years, one had not made the slightest progress, the other had cultivated bitterly for a thousand years, and was no longer the same as before
But the Bodhisattva really didn't want to fight to the death with the last lord here,
The reason why he consolidated this small world was not to catch a turtle in a jar as Zhou Ze had thought, but to make it convenient for him to force the lord to show his strength under his attack.
What he wanted to do was this. After he was done, he could leave directly. Whether he wandered or returned to Hell, he could be calm.
And as long as the last generation really "Moved"..,
The Xuanyuan Sword could sense his aura,
At that time..,
The main character would be discovered,
The scapegoat would no longer be a scapegoat.
This was the Bodhisattva's plan. Just like back then when Hell changed, facing Ying Gou and the later generation, the Bodhisattva only silently suffered a punch, but did not resist or entangle.
To put it nicely, he was Buddhist. To put it bluntly, he was also lazy
He was too lazy to spend any more energy on things that he did not care about and things that he did not need.
The old Daoist smiled,
He smiled very much... a villain who had achieved success,
His smile was also very deplorable
This laughter was very similar to the villain boss in the TV series before he was killed by the protagonist.
"Ksitigarbha, do you know what the biggest difference between you and me is?"
In the distance,
The Bodhisattva lowered his head slightly,
He said,
"Solution."
"Nothing else."
The old Daoist stretched and pointed at his face. He smiled and said, "My life is better than yours!"
… …
At the same time,
In a wax museum in Tongcheng thousands of miles away,
A person..,
Bent down,
Lowered his head,
Opened his mouth:
"Crack!"