Sometimes, it might be because of the difference in the position one sits in; one's rear end determines one's thinking. Naturally, there will be a natural animosity, as if the other party is the most ferocious beast in the world in your heart.

But at this time,

in the face of a car accident,

Bodhisattva chose to let Diting go down to save people.

This isn't hypocrisy, nor is it acting,

because here, no one really knows who they are. After saving people, the surrounding onlookers won't immediately kowtow and kneel, shouting for the Bodhisattva who saves from suffering...

You can't add incense, and you can't receive faith,

so,

this rescue,

is really without any utilitarianism.

And after reaching the height of Bodhisattva's position, there is no need to perform for anyone. Even, on the surface, there is almost no one he needs to worry about.

My Buddha is merciful, it's indeed not empty words.

But from another perspective,

Bodhisattva cultivated and condoned the Nine Attendants' usurpation of the throne, causing the gate of hell to be closed for more than a year. How many dead couldn't enter reincarnation and vanished like smoke;

If you really want to settle accounts, Bodhisattva will always have to bear a large sum.

Therefore, in this world, there is no absolute good and evil, especially after truly achieving a certain liberation and freedom, doing things is more about pursuing one's own willingness.

Just like Boss Zhou sometimes can empathize with the tragic stories told by ghosts entering the bookstore, even causing liver fire,

as if he really regards fairness as the golden rule and human life as supreme,

but this doesn't stop Boss Zhou from, while in hell,

directly smashing King Chujiang's palace with the moon.

When that moon went down,

countless people died and were injured,

how can it be said that they were all deserving of their sins?

Among them, aren't there any government runners like Old Zhang Gengchen who are devoted to public service?

The bus stopped, and Diting got out of the car directly, rushing to the burning cars.

When he had just returned to the yang world and landed on the sea, he was reprimanded by Bodhisattva for swallowing the essence and blood of a sea serpent. Therefore, after landing, he isolated his perception, which was equivalent to suppressing his supernatural powers.

Because Bodhisattva believes that only by being content with the situation and letting fate guide you can you find the person you want to find.

So,

at this time,

when Diting's hand touched the car body, he could clearly feel the scalding temperature on it, and he himself was enduring this pain.

"Bang!"

The twisted car door was pried open,

The previous violent rear-end collision should have caused the front car's fuel tank to rupture, and the sparks generated by the friction after the collision ignited the fuel tank.

Scenes of cars burning and exploding, which are usually only seen in movies, actually happened in reality this time.

Diting can feel the pain, but he doesn't care about these pains, so this kind of rescue is very efficient.

Soon,

the driver of the rear-ended car was dragged out by him and placed on the side of the road.

There were many onlookers around, most of whom were taking videos with their mobile phones. Of course, there were also some bolder people who, under Diting's lead, actively came to help.

Before long, Diting dragged the old man in the passenger seat out as well.

This is considered the city center area. After the car accident, the relevant departments responded quickly. Police cars had already arrived, and the sound of ambulances could be heard in the distance.

Diting glanced at the car that caused the rear-end collision; a woman was sitting in the driver's seat.

Diting lowered his head and looked at his hands, which had been severely burned, and then looked at the woman in the driver's seat.

He smiled,

didn't save her,

turned around and walked into the crowd.

No one stipulates that after cultivating Buddhism, one must always repay evil with virtue.

The woman slapped him in the face before and scolded him and Bodhisattva as "garbage,"

this debt,

Diting doesn't plan to settle.

After all,

normal people wouldn't go out of their way to retaliate against an ant.

But if you want him to put aside his past grievances and save her,

he really can't do it.

Bodhisattva often says,

cultivating Buddhism should follow one's heart,

if one's heart is not in accordance with one's wishes,

then what one is cultivating is not Buddhism, but a demon.

Bodhisattva was standing on the platform on the other side of the street, and Diting walked back to Bodhisattva's side.

The traffic police were already maintaining order and疏导交通 (shū dǎo jiāo tōng, directing traffic), and the ambulance had already taken the person to the hospital.

Another tourist bus on a different route arrived here and stopped at the platform.

Bodhisattva and Diting got on this bus,

the bus bypassed the congested section ahead and continued driving;

swaying,

swaying;

………………

Fire,

so hot,

so scalding;

The box of memories seems to be opened again at this time.

Zhou Ze felt someone open the car door and drag him out.

Immediately afterward,

he heard the most familiar sound of the ambulance, and that familiar... smell of the hospital.

The sound of instruments, mixed with the vague voices of doctors and nurses talking.

Zhou Ze really wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't do it.

He had experienced this feeling before; when he died for the first time, he had this feeling, and then he was pushed into the crematorium.

Although, at this moment, Boss Zhou didn't feel too unfamiliar with this feeling. Even if he was sent to the crematorium again, he wouldn't be afraid, but rather feel disgusted.

Fortunately,

this time it didn't seem to be developing towards the absurd ending of the first time he died, because Zhou Ze didn't feel the cold rack, nor did he feel the "warm" cold temperature of the mortuary.

Time seemed to be distorted.

He also didn't know how long had passed. In short, it had been this kind of Groundhog Day-like feeling.

At first, Zhou Ze tried to struggle a few times,

then,

he really let it go.

He couldn't fall asleep, so he started to fantasize about some beautiful things.

For example, he was lying on the throne basking in the sun at this moment,

for example, he was resting his head on Yingying's lap receiving a massage at this moment,

for example, he was slowly savoring a rich cup of coffee at this moment,

Boss Zhou really had a talent for daydreaming.

He didn't know exactly how long had passed,

in the air,

suddenly a meaty aroma wafted over,

not the simple grilled meat smell,

in fact, for a real gourmet, grilled meat is the type of food that can only be eaten occasionally;

firstly, grilled food is a great burden for people with poor stomachs;

secondly, the taste and presentation of grilled meat are inevitably a bit monotonous.

Someone should be stewing meat,

with a lot of side dishes added inside,

the meat should be tender,

this aroma...

Zhou Ze subconsciously opened his eyes,

and found himself lying on a piece of grass, not far away, there was also a small stream.

The meaty aroma was in front of him, where there was a pavilion, and a man in white was sitting in the pavilion, waiting in front of a small red clay stove, holding chopsticks in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand;

a ceramic pot was placed on the stove, with meat being cooked inside.

"Squeak squeak squeak!!!"

A somewhat familiar but unfamiliar cry;

Zhou Ze looked in the direction of the sound,

and saw a small monkey with a large skeleton holding a jar of wine, leaping over the stream and rushing into the pavilion.

The little monkey found bowls and chopsticks,

and carefully started pouring wine, afraid of wasting a drop.

Zhou Ze sat up,

not in a hurry to go to the pavilion,

nor did he call out;

in his memory,

there had been several times,

every time he saw this scene,

as long as he ran over or shouted,

this dream, this scene, would end.

Boss Zhou just sat there silently,

plucking at the dogtail grass on the ground, unconsciously twirling it between his fingertips,

perhaps it was too boring,

he even put the grass stalk in his mouth and slowly chewed it.

The sense of contrast in the picture came out,

others were eating meat,

he was gnawing on grass.

"Woo... tsk tsk tsk tsk!"

The man in white took out a large wooden spoon and scooped out a large piece of meat. The meat was stewed until it was tender and had a red color.

He picked up the chopsticks and poked it on the meat,

the meat skin was tight,

very elastic,

and then separated it from the inside,

adding one point would be too greasy, subtracting one point would be too lean;

the fat and lean were interspersed, just right.

Zhou Ze's gaze was unconsciously attracted to the pavilion,

and he swallowed unconsciously.

It wasn't that Boss Zhou was greedy to this point, like Sanmao in the old society.

This was probably a normal reaction when one person watches another person eat delicious food,

moreover,

Zhou Ze was really a little hungry now.

The man in white then looked outside the pavilion, falling on Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze was also looking at him;

Don't mention it,

this was the first time Boss Zhou had seen the appearance of the 末代 (mò dài, the last generation), he had only seen a figure before. This time, he saw it carefully.

The other person's appearance was less stiff than Wallace Huo, and less green than Hu Ge;

after seeing his face,

you instinctively get the feeling that those male protagonists who used to act in Xianxia TV dramas can all be remade.

Especially the aura on the other person,

phew…

no wonder he can fascinate those monkeys to death.

"The meat's ready, hey."

The man in white beckoned to Zhou Ze, as if inviting an old friend to come and enjoy the food together.

Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment,

forget it,

when the dream ends, it ends,

when the dream ends, I can order takeout,

it's always more practical than continuing to watch people eat and drink well here.

Getting up,

patting his hands,

Zhou Ze walked towards the pavilion.

What made Zhou Ze a little strange was that,

all the way until he walked into the pavilion,

this dream,

did not end.

This instead made Zhou Ze a little unaccustomed to it. After being stunned for a moment, he simply sat cross-legged in front of the small table.

The little monkey next to him picked up a wine jar that wasn't even as short as itself and poured wine for Zhou Ze.

Looking at its well-behaved and cute appearance, it was not inferior to the little monkey in his own bookstore.

But this guy is really hard to get along with after he gets older.

The little monkey poured the wine and pushed the wine bowl in front of Zhou Ze, with a bit of shyness and embarrassment, seeming very embarrassed.

Zhou Ze deliberately glared at it,

the fur on the little monkey's body trembled directly from fright,

with a "whoosh" sound, it窜 (cuàn, darted) behind the man in white.

"Hehe."

Zhou Ze couldn't help but laugh,

how could this guy be so timid when he was a kid?

It can't be that I'm so scary, right?

The man in white divided the meat and pushed it in front of Zhou Ze, then picked up the wine bowl,

and smiled:

"He thinks he's very smart."

Zhou Ze knew that "he" here should refer to Bodhisattva.

The man in white continued to laugh heartily:

"But the two of us are much smarter than him!"