“Sigh.”

This sigh,
Contained too much helplessness;
A bit like when everyone in the dormitory has gone to bed at night, and the last person who can't stand the light finally gets out of bed to turn it off.

It's also a bit like when playing a team game online, the monster is right in front of you, but the tank warrior is still standing behind, smoking and watching the scenery, and the mage can only helplessly step up to the front.

But it is undeniable that,
An expert's move shows whether they're skilled or not,
Especially this "sigh," which at this time played a natural finishing touch!

In terms of style, ritual, impressiveness, upbringing, heritage, and experience,

Seriously,

Lofty Mount Tai has stood in Hell for thousands of years,

When the first generation started their business and the later generations of Yama Lords were keeping it going, the fruits under the Bodhi tree hadn't even fallen yet.

This, placed in the Yang realm (the world of the living), would be an unprecedented dynasty, with etiquette, rules, ingrained elegance, and the skill of putting on a show to establish a reputation all maxed out.

To put it bluntly, even if he farted, he would know how to make the surrounding people feel more refreshed.

The terrifying, majestic body,
Was supported by one hand,
And just froze there,
Adding a "sigh,"
As if it were sprinkling water, light and fluttering,
Everything,
Seemed insignificant.

This scene, although brief, was really not inferior to the special effects of the Bodhisattva's appearance earlier.

Not to mention next,
The old Daoist flicked his wrist,
And uttered two words from his throat:
"Get lost!"

"Buzz!"
This sky-covering and earth-shattering majestic body was thrown out like a discus.

It's a pity that this Diting (mythical creature known for its ability to distinguish truth from falsehood) looks so mighty and magnificent, but at this time it's like a weak quail, tossed here and thrown there.

Diting's body began to shrink, and finally, it transformed into the image of an adult man, kneeling under the Bodhisattva's lotus throne.

"Amitabha, after a thousand years, we meet again."

The Bodhisattva is, after all, a Bodhisattva,
Consistently carrying out his elegance from beginning to end.

The old Daoist, on the other hand, seemed much less refined.
Sitting on the hospital bed, he reached out and picked at the gap in his big toe, and then put his finger to his nose and smelled it;
This scene was truly flavorful to the extreme.

"Oh my, isn't that right? I've missed you so much after all these years."

After the old Daoist finished speaking, he chuckled, reached out from behind him on the bed, took out an orange, and continued:
"Have one, quench your thirst."

After speaking,
The orange was thrown directly at the Bodhisattva.

The Diting next to him immediately stepped forward,

"Bang!"
The Diting was smashed away by an orange.

"Tsk tsk tsk, fruits are so expensive now, people can barely afford them. If you don't want to eat it, fine, but how can you let an animal spoil it?"

The old Daoist seemed a little dissatisfied, used his little finger to pick his ear, and then blew on it, blowing out snowflakes.

The Bodhisattva didn't mind, after all, he had been clear about what kind of person this person in front of him was a thousand years ago.

"A thousand years, and you haven't improved at all."

The Bodhisattva's eyes were like torches, and he could see many things at a glance.

Since the old Daoist disappeared a thousand years ago, he had been completely without news. The Yin realm (Hell) couldn't find him, and even the Diting couldn't sense him.

In terms of the ability to hide, honestly, the old Daoist was really no weaker than Ying Gou (one of the Four Zombie Kings).

However, Ying Gou did it because he had too many enemies after his fall, and it was a last resort.

The old Daoist took the initiative to "collect" himself, more like he was playing a big game.

Of course, everything has its pros and cons. This kind of hidden life is naturally impossible to be like the hermitage and cultivation in mythology.

The Bodhisattva said that he hadn't improved at all in a thousand years, and that was probably what he meant.

"Hehe, actually, I wanted to work hard too. I didn't do anything else every day, just focused on facing the wall and meditating with a lamp in front of Buddha."

As he spoke,
The old Daoist himself laughed,
And continued:
"But there's no way, who told me I'm such a genius? Sometimes I really have to be careful. I squat in the latrine, and in that short amount of time, I might have seven or eight epiphanies.
Alas, it's really too torturous."

The implication was,
What does it matter if I haven't improved in a thousand years?
As long as I want,
I can amaze the world at any time and make up for those lost millennia.

"Just a sword, is it worth you wasting a thousand years?"

The Bodhisattva asked.

The two sides seemed to be talking, as if they were reminiscing about the past.

In reality,
The Bodhisattva was reweaving this Sumeru (Buddhist cosmology) small world,
This is the Yang realm,
He is very tall,
The last Yama Lord in front of him is not shorter than him,
Two very tall people standing together,
Would be very eye-catching.

This sky has a temper, and the sky of the Yang realm is an even more bad-tempered master. It won't take the initiative to cause you trouble like the Xuanyuan Sword (legendary sword), but if you jump around too happily under its nose, it won't sit idly by.

Mending this Sumeru small world is actually laying the groundwork for what's next.

Even gods fighting have to take mortals into consideration.

"What's a thousand years?" The old Daoist said irritably, curling his lips, "What this Yama Lord wants is heaven and earth, ten thousand years!!!"

For some reason, Zhou Ze's eyelids twitched when the old Daoist said these words.

It seemed that at this moment,
The old Daoist was the real last Yama Lord,
The one who, when he got angry,
Would throw away his ancestral legacy without hesitation.

Willing to throw it away,
Because he wants to get more!

What he wants is ten thousand years of the world, what he wants is eternity. Compared with ten thousand years, losing only a thousand years is really just a drop in the bucket.

Just like many students in the Yang realm who isolate themselves in middle school for six years in order to strive for a good university.

Especially on the blackboard in the senior year classroom, they like to write short chicken-soup sentences like "Today's suffering is for tomorrow's sweetness."

"So, the ancestral legacy can be thrown away so easily?"

The Bodhisattva continued to ask.

At the same time,
The golden lotus petals under his seat began to fall into the land below,
Even the sky above seemed to be slowly inlaid with a golden border.

The old Daoist yawned and waved his hand,

"This little legacy is nothing! As long as you give this Yama Lord time, this Yama Lord can build a bigger legacy than our ancestors!"

From the time the old Daoist made his move until now when he was communicating with the Bodhisattva, Lao Zhang had been watching the old Daoist with a wide-mouthed expression.

Especially the words that the old Daoist answered the Bodhisattva were truly... majestic.

You wouldn't think he was talking big, because the confidence and aura exuding from his body really gave people the feeling that since he said it, he could definitely do it if he wanted to.

Lao Zhang finally understood now,

Why Lawyer An, who was usually extremely picky about food, would be willing to partner with the old Daoist to go to small alleys and comfort those big sisters who looked even older than Lawyer An's own body.

In the past,
Lao Zhang thought that those in the bureau who liked to curry favor and flatter were already extremely good, but who would have thought that Lawyer An was the real master of this path.

Just those few answers just now shocked Lao Zhang, who considered himself very "upright," so much that he had a thought in his heart that he wanted to get closer to the old Daoist.

Boss Zhou secretly lit another cigarette,

Smoking is harmful to health, endangers others, and is a wrong and foolish act!

But at this moment, Boss Zhou felt that there was nothing else to do except continue to be "foolish."

At this moment, he understood why Ying Gou hadn't said anything before;

Yes,
He hasn't recovered yet, and is still licking his wounds,
And there's a lively guy standing in front of him,
If he doesn't go, should he let himself go with his injured body?

At worst, they can compare who isn't afraid to die,

Hehe,
In terms of not being afraid to die,
Do you dare to compare, you guy who threw away your ancestral legacy early because you were afraid of dying in a thousand years?

However,
Zhou Ze also saw,
This barrier, or small world, anyway, Boss Zhou doesn't know formations, and he doesn't know what the specific name is.

But he could clearly feel that everything here was becoming more and more real, which meant that this barrier was becoming more and more consolidated!

The urn has been reinforced, so is it time to catch the turtle next?

Zhou Ze really wanted to remind the old Daoist,
Stop just bragging,
Hurry up and fight,
And then whether to run or continue to fight, they can talk about that later, but right now they have to seize the time.

However, after thinking about it, Zhou Ze didn't say this reminder, but continued to foolishly "blow smoke";

The old Daoist is even more afraid of death than himself, would he not know the changes around him?

"It's a pity, you wasted a thousand years, but what you got in return was today."

The Bodhisattva put his hands together,

"Amitabha, today, this monk only needs to make you truly move, and the tribulation you have imposed on this monk will also dissipate."

The reason why the Bodhisattva consolidated the formation here was not actually to strangle the last Yama Lord here.

Even a centipede doesn't fall down easily when dead, although one hasn't improved at all in the past thousand years, and the other has cultivated hard for a thousand years and is no longer what they used to be;

But the Bodhisattva really didn't want to fight the last Yama Lord to the death here.

The reason why he consolidated this small world was not to catch a turtle in an urn as Zhou Ze thought, but to make it easier to force the Yama Lord to show his strength under his attacks here.

That's all he had to do. After he was done, he could leave directly, whether he was traveling or returning to Hell, he could do so with composure.

And as long as the last Yama Lord really "moves,"
The Xuanyuan Sword will be able to sense his aura,
At that time,
The real master will be discovered,
And the scapegoat will no longer be a scapegoat.

This was the Bodhisattva's plan. Just like when Hell changed drastically that year, when facing Ying Gou and the later first Yama Lord, the Bodhisattva just silently took the punches without resisting or getting entangled.

To put it nicely, he's Buddhist; to put it bluntly, he's also lazy;

Too lazy to spend even a trace of energy on things he doesn't care about and doesn't need.

The old Daoist laughed,
Laughed very... smugly,
Laughed in a way that also lost him favor;
This laughter was eerily similar to the villain Boss in TV dramas before being killed by the protagonist.

"Ksitigarbha (another name for the Bodhisattva), do you know where the biggest gap between you and me lies?"

In the distance,
The Bodhisattva lowered his head slightly,
And said:
"Seeking explanation."

"Nothing else." The old Daoist stretched, then pointed to his face and smiled, "My fate is better than yours!"

………………

At the same time,
In a wax museum in Tong City, thousands of miles away,
A person,
Bent down,
Lowered his head,
Opened his mouth:
"Snap!"