"My life is better than yours!"
The old Daoist's words were powerful and resonant.
It was as if he had studied the "Villain Flag Quote" in depth,
However, just like all kinds of literary works, movies, TV series, etc., their carriers were all human imagination. It was precisely because in reality, most of the time, there would not be such a thing as the main character in the form of a messenger of justice overturning such a big villain. Therefore, it could only be moved to the virtual screen in hopes of obtaining a kind of comfort that could not be found in reality.
Zhou Ze's gaze focused. At the same time, he took out the last cigarette in the cigarette box. He did not light it. He just held it in his palm and squeezed it bit by bit.
Boss Zhou had a feeling that in the dark, there was something that really resonated with the old priest's words.
The Bodhisattva opposite him also had a similar feeling.
Some people were tall or stood tall, so they were much closer to the sky than ordinary people. They could see the changes in some things earlier than the people below, thus evolving something called "Words Follow Law".
This move, on a Daneng cultivator, was naturally wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, moving mountains and filling the seas. If he wanted wind, he wanted rain.
If it was on an ordinary person, it would be like knowing in advance where the school district housing would be planned.
The scene suddenly quieted down.
Even the warm wind stopped at this moment. Everything began to become quiet.
Old Zhang first looked at Zhou Ze, then at the old Daoist, and finally at the Bodhisattva opposite him
As a bystander who seemed to have mistakenly entered this place, he really did not know why the silence was at this moment.
Soon..,
Old Zhang did not need to find out,
Because when he lowered his head..,
He saw his chest..,
Oh, huo..,
It began to shine!
"Old Zhang!"
Zhou Ze suddenly stood up from the hospital bed.
"Roar!"
He had just been sent flying by the orange..,
Truth Listener, who had finally returned to the lotus seat with great difficulty, seemed to have sensed an innate threatening aura at this moment,
It prostrated itself and began to roar.
However, Truth Listener only stretched out its neck and suppressed its throat to roar. It did not dare to take the initiative to pounce over. As it roared, it used the corner of its eyes to stare at the Bodhisattva sitting on it.
The Bodhisattva's gaze also fell on Old Zhang. His gaze that was projected through the mask carried a hint of profoundness.
He could not tell,
He felt that the whole thing was developing in a direction that he couldn't predict.
Bodhisattva had always been wise and farsighted. The word "wise and farsighted" here was a compliment. Buddha was a wise man.
Under him was the Truth Listener that could monitor the surroundings. With his intelligence and the information network that extended in all directions, he could naturally hear and see well and feel at ease at the same time.
But there were some things.
However, it had already surpassed a certain level. It was no longer something that could be deduced by mere calculation. In fact, even if it was right in front of you, you wouldn't be able to see through it.
Just like when the Bodhisattva wanted to find the old Taoist, as long as the old Taoist did not show himself, he really had no way to determine the old Taoist's location.
The reason why he was able to come here was because of the so-called "fate", which was also commonly known as "a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse".
This required a huge amount of luck, and because of that, the Bodhisattva consumed a lot of merit.
It was a probability that ordinary people might not encounter in their entire lives, but for people at their level, they could use special methods to increase this probability.
However, it could only be used to meet the old Taoist. At this moment, the Bodhisattva could not even see through Zhou Ze's identity. The Xiezhi in Old Zhang's body had long since transcended the restrictions of the world and had evolved into a kind of rule.
Before it completely revealed its true form, it was difficult for the Bodhisattva to tell who it was. He only knew that it was some method of the people opposite him.
On the other hand, the Truth Listener under him was, after all, not a human. Generally speaking, they were all existences similar to divine beasts. It was possible that there was an instinctive reaction of the same kind.
"At our level, do we still believe in fate?"
The Bodhisattva asked as he stood up from the lotus seat.
The three people in front of him.
Other than the old Taoist, he could not see through them.
At first, he thought that they were just the two followers of the last Prefect. Extraordinary might be extraordinary, but that was all.
In this world, there were only a few old men who had survived since ancient times. How could he be so lucky to meet them all at once?
However, as the light on Old Zhang's chest appeared.
A sense of danger began to strike.
This forced the Bodhisattva to take the initiative.
However, he did not walk very fast. He was still pursuing to stabilize this Xumi small world first.
Some things were really imprinted in the bones. For example, personality.
This was no different from the height of your position. It was just that the way it appeared might change. Moreover, the higher you were, the more serious the influence on your personality would be.
Everything was under control. This was the personality of the Bodhisattva.
From the moment he entered the Buddhist Sect as a mortal, he walked into the Buddha Realm, and then left the Buddha Realm to go to Hell alone. After that, the Great King's Flag on the city wall replaced the Prefect's bloodline, and finally, the Nine Attendants took the stage.
Every step he took was planned. Taking it step by step, even though he had lost the excitement of the "accident", it was especially steady.
"Life?"
The old Taoist smiled.
He said,
"Do you know what kind of people say that 'My life is up to me, not the heavens'?"
The Bodhisattva shook his head slightly and continued walking forward.
"Hehe, a person with a bad life.
Because my life is bad, I thought of some chicken soup words to encourage myself. My life is so good, why wouldn't I believe it? "
As the old Daoist priest spoke, he touched his crotch. He touched it, touched it again, and continued to touch it.
Eh, why can't I touch it?
"I've changed my clothes a few times."
Zhou Ze reminded him.
Ever since he was admitted to the hospital, the old Taoist had entered the operating theater a few times. Perhaps there was a talisman hidden in the old place at the beginning, but it was probably taken by a nurse to be stirred in the washing machine during this process.
"Sigh."
The old Taoist sighed, as if he was sad that he could not touch the talisman.
"What's going on, Old Zhang?"
Zhou Ze looked at Old Zhang and asked.
Old Zhang, on the other hand, calmed down after his initial panic.
He had roughly guessed what was going to happen, so at this moment, he did not say some touching farewell words to Zhou Ze and the old Taoist with tears in his eyes,
He only lowered his eyes.
He continued to recite the words that he had been reciting for the past few days
He knew that when he became that thing, he would also disappear.
However, he hoped that the psychological suggestion and obsession that he had formed could affect that person.
If he was gone, then so be it.
But to be able to save the boss and the old Taoist,
It was really worth it.
He owed Zhou Ze. He knew how lazy Zhou Ze was, but Zhou Ze had helped him so much in the past. Not to mention, he still owed Zhou Ze his life.
As for the old Taoist, although he could not see through the old Taoist in front of him and felt that he was very unfamiliar, the old Taoist in the past was indeed a good person. Purely from the perspective of social contribution, Old Zhang felt that the old Taoist, who had donated hundreds of millions of yuan for half his life, was more valuable than him.
If an outsider were to evaluate the value of others, it would definitely be biased, or even inherently incorrect. However, these considerations were Old Zhang's own.
The old Taoist glanced at Zhou Ze, then at Old Zhang, and shook his head.
"What did you do?" Zhou Ze continued to ask.
The old Taoist was surprised.
He pointed at himself.
Then, he waved his hand.
"Hey, brother, don't blame me. I didn't do anything."
"If you didn't do it, who did it?"
At this moment,
Zhou Ze seemed to be able to guess what was going on with Old Zhang.
It was also because of this.
This act of using his subordinates' lives as consumables behind his back made him instinctively angry.
In his previous life, he was afraid of being poor. In this life, he was naturally stingy.
In his previous life, he was afraid of being lonely. In this life, he naturally valued his own people.
Boss Zhou had never been an ambitious and ruthless person, and he was too lazy to be an ambitious and ruthless person. In his opinion, the whole family in the bookstore was together. Every day, he could drink a cup of coffee and read a newspaper. This life was very comfortable. Why would he need a bicycle?
Therefore, when he really encountered danger, boss Zhou really disdained to do something like breaking his tail to survive. At most, everyone would risk their lives together. So what if he was afraid of death?
The old Taoist frowned. Faced with Zhou Ze's accusation, he was not angry. Instead, he looked a little wronged.
"You really can't ask me about this."
"If I don't ask you, do you want to ask me?"
"..." the old Taoist.
At this moment.
The Bodhisattva had already walked less than fifty meters away from the hospital bed.
He raised his head.
The golden mask on his face seemed to have reached a kind of harmony with the sky.
The entire sky of the miniature world seemed to have been embroidered with gold. Similarly, the surrounding flowers, trees, bridges, and streams were also painted with a layer of gold.
It was done.
In this small Xumi world,
He had already consolidated it.
The old Daoist priest did not dare to continue arguing with Zhou Ze. After all, the Bodhisattva was already in front of him. It would be too much to argue with his own people.
It was not that he felt that doing this would make his enemies happy, but it was purely because he felt that …
F * ck, do you think Ksitigarbha is air? Does Ksitigarbha not want face?
"Actually, Ksitigarbha, you're really smart. A thousand years ago, when I first saw you, I felt it.
But it can't be helped. If you had another thousand years, perhaps things would really be different. "
The Bodhisattva seemed to have ignored the old Taoist's words.
His hands fell to his sides.
The next moment.
The wind blew.
The clouds surged.
"Done."
Bodhisattva said.
The old priest smacked his lips,
He reached out and pushed Old Zhang, who was standing beside him,
He shrugged his shoulders.
He felt somewhat helpless.
He felt a little bashful.
It was like a primary school student reciting his excellent essay to the whole class.
With a little shyness and introversion.
"What a coincidence. We're done too."
… …
There was only one watch today. There was a family party in the evening.
Well.
Because today was the Dragon's birthday.