“My life is better than yours!”

The old Taoist’s words resonated with conviction.

It was as if he had deeply studied "Villain Flag Quotes."

But, like all works of art, movies, TV shows, etc., their medium is human imagination. It is precisely because, in reality, the righteous protagonist who overturns such a great villain rarely appears that they can only be brought to the virtual screen to seek solace that cannot be found in reality.

Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed, and he pulled out the last cigarette from the pack. He didn't light it, but just clenched it in his hand, squeezing it little by little.

Boss Zhou had a feeling that, in the dark, something was echoing the old Taoist's words.

The Bodhisattva opposite him had a similar feeling.

Some people are tall or stand high, so they are much closer to the sky than ordinary people. They can see changes earlier than those below, thus evolving something called "words becoming law."

This move, when used by great power cultivators, naturally brings wind and rain, thunder and lightning, moving mountains and filling seas, getting wind when they want wind, and rain when they want rain.

When used by ordinary people, it means knowing in advance where will be designated as a school district.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Even the gentle breeze stopped at this moment, and everything began to be silent.

Old Zhang first looked at Zhou Ze, then at the old Taoist, and finally at the Bodhisattva opposite.

As a bystander who seemed to have stumbled into this scene, he really didn't know what was causing the silence.

Soon,

Old Zhang didn't need to know,

Because when he looked down,

He saw the position of his chest,

Oh boy,

It started to glow!

"Old Zhang!"

Zhou Ze suddenly stood up from the hospital bed.

"Roar!"

Di Ting, who had just been smashed away by the orange, and had finally managed to return to the lotus seat, seemed to sense a threat that was both innate and imminent,

It lowered its body and began to growl.

But Di Ting only stretched its neck, suppressing its voice, not daring to pounce, while also keeping an eye on the Bodhisattva sitting above it.

The Bodhisattva's gaze also fell on Old Zhang, and the gaze projected through the mask carried a hint of profoundness.

He couldn't see through it.

He only felt that the whole thing was starting to develop in a direction he couldn't predict.

Bodhisattvas have always been wise. Here, wisdom is a positive word. Buddhists are wise;

Furthermore, its Di Ting can listen to the eight wastelands. Its own wisdom, coupled with a well-informed intelligence network, naturally allows it to be both well-informed and have inner clarity.

But some things,

Have already surpassed a certain level and can no longer be calculated simply by divination. Even when they are happening right in front of you, you cannot see them clearly.

Just as when the Bodhisattva wanted to find the old Taoist, as long as the old Taoist didn't court death and show his face, he really had no way to determine the old Taoist's location.

The reason he was able to come here was also due to so-called "fate," which is commonly known as "a blind cat catching a dead mouse."

This requires a huge amount of luck, and therefore, the Bodhisattva consumed a large amount of merit.

Ordinary people may never encounter this probability in their entire lives, but for people at their level, they can use special methods to increase this probability.

However, it can only be used to find the old Taoist. Even now, the Bodhisattva has not been able to see through Zhou Ze's identity, and the Xie Zhi within Old Zhang has long transcended the constraints of the world and evolved into a kind of rule.

Before it completely reveals its true form, the Bodhisattva will have difficulty discerning who it is, and will only think of it as some means of the people opposite him.

On the other hand, his Di Ting, after all, isn't human. Generally speaking, they are both divine beasts, so there may be an instinctual reaction of mutual repulsion.

"At our level, do you still believe in fate?"

The Bodhisattva asked as he stood up from the lotus seat.

Of the three people in front of him,

He couldn't completely see through any of them except the old Taoist.

Originally, he thought they were just two followers of the last Yama, perhaps extraordinary, but ultimately just that.

In this world, the old immortals who have survived since ancient times are just those few. How could he be so lucky as to meet them all at once?

But as the light appeared on Old Zhang's chest,

A sense of crisis began to surge,

Forcing the Bodhisattva to take action first.

But he still didn't walk very fast. He was still pursuing the consolidation of this Sumeru Small World.

Some things are truly imprinted in the bones, such as personality.

This has no essential difference from the height of your position, but the way it manifests may change, and the higher you are, the more serious the impact of personality may be.

Seeking stability and pursuing everything to be under control is the Bodhisattva's personality.

From his entry into Buddhism as a mortal, then into the Buddhist realm, then his departure from the Buddhist realm alone to hell, to the subsequent change of flags on the city walls and the replacement of the Yama lineage, and finally to the rise of the Nine Attendants.

Every step he took was planned, step by step. While he lost the thrill of the so-called "accident," it was particularly reassuring.

"Fate?"

The old Taoist smiled,

And said:

"Do you know what kind of people say things like 'My fate is up to me, not the heavens'?"

The Bodhisattva shook his head slightly while continuing to walk forward.

"Hehe, people with bad fate.

Because their fate is bad, they think of some inspirational words to encourage themselves. This old man has such a good fate, why shouldn't I believe in it?"

As the old Taoist spoke, he casually touched his crotch, touched it, touched it again, and continued to touch it.

Eh, why can't he find it?

"You've changed clothes several times already."

Zhou Ze reminded him.

Since being admitted to the hospital, the old Taoist has been in the operating room several times. There may have been talismans hidden in that old place at the beginning, but it is estimated that in the process, they were taken by some nursing worker and tossed into the washing machine.

"Alas."

The old Taoist sighed, seemingly saddened by not being able to find the talisman.

"What's wrong with Old Zhang?"

Zhou Ze asked, looking at Old Zhang.

Old Zhang, after his initial panic, had calmed down. He could roughly guess what was about to happen, so at this moment, he didn't tearfully say some touching farewell words to Zhou Ze and the old Taoist.

He just lowered his eyes,

And continued to silently recite the words he had been repeatedly reciting these days;

He knew that when he became that thing, he would also disappear;

But he hoped that the psychological suggestion and obsession he had formed now could influence that being.

His own life was nothing,

But if he could save Boss and the old Taoist,

It would really be worth it.

He owed Zhou Ze. He knew how lazy Zhou Ze was, but the other party had helped him so much in the past. Not to mention, he still owed Zhou Ze a life;

As for the old Taoist, although the current old Taoist was unfathomable to him and felt strange, the old Taoist of the past was indeed a very good person. Just from a social contribution perspective, Old Zhang felt that the old Taoist, who had donated hundreds of millions over half his life, was more valuable than himself.

If an outsider were to evaluate the value of others, it would definitely be biased, even inherently incorrect, but these thoughts 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,

Pointed at himself,

Then waved his hand,

"Yo yo yo, brother, don't blame me, I didn't do anything."

"If you didn't do it, who did?"

At this moment,

Zhou Ze seemed to be able to guess what was happening to Old Zhang,

And because of this,

He was instinctively annoyed by this act of taking the lives of his subordinates as consumables behind his back.

He was afraid of being poor in his previous life, so he was naturally stingy in this life;

He was afraid of being lonely in his previous life, so he naturally valued his own people in this life;

Boss Zhou had never been a hegemon, and he was too lazy to be a hegemon. In his opinion, the whole family of the bookstore was together, and he could drink a cup of coffee and read a newspaper every day. This life was very comfortable. What else could he ask for?

So, when he really encountered danger, Boss Zhou wouldn't bother to do things like sacrificing a pawn to save the knight. At worst, everyone would fight to the death. Was he really afraid of dying?

The old Taoist frowned. Faced with Zhou Ze's accusation, he wasn't angry. Instead, he seemed a little aggrieved.

"This matter really can't be blamed on me."

"If I don't ask you, who should I ask?"

"............" The old Taoist.

At this time,

The Bodhisattva had walked to a position less than fifty meters away from the hospital bed.

He looked up,

His golden mask seemed to have reached a harmony with the sky,

The entire small world's sky seemed to have been embroidered with golden edges, and similarly, the surrounding flowers, trees, and the small bridge and flowing water were also outlined with a layer of gold.

It's done.

This Sumeru Small World

Has been consolidated.

The old Taoist didn't dare to continue arguing with Zhou Ze. After all, the Bodhisattva was already here. It would be too much to quarrel with his own people.

Not because he thought doing so would make those close to him grieve and those who hate him rejoice, but simply because he felt,

Damn it, do you think Jizo is air? Doesn't Jizo need face?

"Actually, Jizo, you are really smart. When I first saw you a thousand years ago, I felt it.

But there's no way. If you had another thousand years, things might really be different."

The Bodhisattva seemed to ignore the old Taoist's words,

And then let his hands fall,

The next moment,

The wind rose,

The clouds surged.

"It's done."

The Bodhisattva said.

The old Taoist smacked his lips,

Reached out and pushed Old Zhang, who was standing next to him,

Shrugged his shoulders,

A little helpless,

A little coy,

Like an elementary school student going on stage to recite his outstanding composition to the whole class.

With a hint of shyness and introversion,

"Coincidentally, we're done too."

………………

Only one update today. There's a family gathering tonight.

Well,

Because today is Long's birthday.