Chapter 414 Compassionate monk father is obsessed with obsession 33
Chapter 414 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 33
Barbs sprouted from the vines and hooked into the flesh, warning Po Meng to speak easily.
Want to pity you? Fuchen rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you know what's going on with the longan?"
"Longan? Longan from Santu River?" Po Meng shook her head, "I don't know. The old woman only makes soup and gives soup to those who don't want to drink soup. She doesn't care about anything else."
Fuchen nodded, and the tree vine retracted from his feet and returned to his hands. "Thank you."
"Let's go slowly. If you want some soup, you're welcome at any time." Po Meng said respectfully.
Fuchen walked back to the monk.
"What did the donor ask about?" the monk asked.
"Nothing." After thinking for a while, "Don't drink Meng Po soup randomly, she likes to put her nails in it, it's so dirty." Fuchen reminded.
The monk nodded, but the donor was still as naughty as before.
The two of them followed the Huangquan Road back to Guimen Pass and asked Niutou, "How do we get up there?"
Bull head kick over!
Fuchen experienced how fast she was running. Before she could react, she landed, and the real touch told her: she was on the ground. She lay on the ground, rubbed her butt, and asked the monk standing next to her, "How did you get up here?"
"I followed you up." The monk said. His expression was indifferent, and there was indifferent persistence in his eyes.
"I'm going, why are you kicking me?" Fuchen was speechless and looked around, but didn't notice anything strange about the monk.
The place where he was kicked up happened to be Yinling Mountain.
It was now July 17th. It was broad daylight. The forest was still filled with white mist and surrounded by dead trees. Nothing could be seen except dead trees and graves.
There are only grays and blacks, and the white that is shocking is nothing but dead bones.
Fuchen didn't expect that he had already stayed in the underworld for three days and two nights during this trip.
"Floating dust." The monk suddenly shouted.
"Huh?" Fuchen responded, turning around to see the monk clasping his hands. This look was always seen when he was about to do something.
Even when she wanted to buy a little book on credit in advance, she had this look on her face.
He is very persistent and too principled.
Without thinking much, Fuchen had already guessed what he was going to do.
"The poor monk can't accompany you anymore, Fuchen, you can go and play by yourself."
Fuchen looked at the surrounding graves and was speechless.
The monk solemnly looked at the misty Yinling Mountain, "I want to save these 30,000 ghosts."
Not surprising.
After being attacked by thousands of creatures in the Santu River, the monk will definitely want to save the ghosts here.
"Okay." Fuchen agreed, "You come to save them, and I will take them to Huangquan."
If you become Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, then I can only be the truth listener to accompany you.
The monk raised his head, his waveless eyes rested on Fuchen's face, and suddenly smiled, "You will be a good god."
What to say?
Fuchen smiled, inserted the wooden knife into the soil, and the roots quickly spread throughout Yinling Mountain, rolling the exposed corpses into the ground, and moved the stones to mark their names.
"Monk, you sit here." Fuchen pulled the monk and sat on the big tree. If any soul without eyes dared to touch him, the big tree only needed to reveal the body. If that didn't work, it could send his soul flying to annihilation.
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"I'm going to play for a while, and I'll come back with my soul in the evening," Fuchen said.
The monk nodded.
Fuchen stood aside and listened to the scriptures for a while, feeling an undercurrent in his heart.
Thirty thousand Yin spirits cannot be saved just by being saved.
The effort spent during this period is not just as simple as time. Not to mention a year or ten, even the willpower spent during this period will drag down the monk's cultivation.
At that time, the monk will have no merit and no ability. If he wants to become a Buddha or an immortal, he can only rely on the enlightenment of gods and Buddhas!
Fuchen's cold eyes, Sanzheng...judge.
She was very sure that Zhang Xian was Sanzheng. The only reason he could let the monk go to Santu River for no reason was because Sanzheng was "meddling" in Yinling Mountain.
If a monk wants to become a Buddha, nothing else can exist.
Fuchen Luck flew to the Dongling Palace in a hurry. When he landed, he kicked open the door of the south study room and said, "Ah Wu!"
The sound is like a kicked-in door, it has explosive power.
Jiang Zi Wu Zao felt the floating dust, raised his head and wondered, "What's wrong? You are so grand, who can offend you?"
Xiao Hei next to him bowed his head and saluted Fu Chen. Because of his eyes, Xiao Hei owed Fu Chen.
"A dead man!" Fuchen said directly, bulging with anger, like a frog about to explode at any moment.
Jiang Ziwu packed up the copywriting at hand and put down his brush, "Tell me, why did the dead mess with you? You even sent him to the underworld?"
"You're right." Fuchen slapped the wooden desk, which made a loud "bang" sound.
"He tricked me into going to the bottom of the Santu River, and then arranged for the monk to save 30,000 ghost souls. Now the monk is kneeling to death in Yinling Mountain while reciting sutras. What do you think I should do with him?"
Jiang Zi said expressionlessly, "Whip the corpse."
Fuchen pointed at Jiang Ziwu, "You are really right. I just want to whip the corpse. Then," Fuchen said with cold eyes, "the soul is gone."
She has always protected those in her circle. Because of the damn restrictions of this world, she might ruin the monk's path to becoming a Buddha - which made her feel guilty deep down in her heart.
Now someone is suppressing the monk and bullying him. Fuchen explodes directly, and he will not allow this person to threaten the monk.
"Tell me who it is." Jiang Ziwu said calmly. He waved his hand to signal Xiao Hei to leave and give him some space to be alone.
"Taoist priests are three upright. Moreover," Fuchen stared into Jiang Ziwu's eyes, "I also want his descendants and sect."
Jiang Ziwu nodded, got up and went to look for a scroll in the Bogu shelf, "My master is a eunuch in the palace. He was forced to flee to the palace by the Sanzheng sect. Since he wants to take revenge, count me among them." Jiang Ziwu took out a set of scrolls.
, expand, "After I ascended the throne, I found out all the Taoist sects around the world." Pointing to a location, "Sanjiang Sect."
Fuchen looked over, "Xichang Kingdom?" He raised his head in surprise and looked at Jiang Ziwu.
Jiang Ziwu nodded to Fuchen, affirmative.
"This is fun." Fuchen raised his eyebrows.
"What is Sanzheng doing in the underworld?" Jiang Ziwu asked to learn more about the situation.
"Judge."
"Judge..." Jiang Ziwu murmured again, holding Fuchen, "You still need someone."
"Who?" Fuchen wondered.
"A new judge." Jiang Ziwu said.
Fuchen stared at Jiang Ziwu, this man was invincible. He could think of everything she wanted.
"Have you ever had a close friend before?" Fuchen wondered.
Even if they haven't seen each other for a long time, even if it's just a few days, they don't need any false politeness to get along with each other. The distance between them is very close.
Ah Wu stretched out his hand and touched Fu Chen's head, "No, I've been alone." He stared at Fu Chen seriously and said, "Have a good life."
Fuchen subconsciously shrank his head to endure the force of the touch on his head. It felt a little uncomfortable to have someone else do this kind of intimate feeling.
Not everyone is a monk and can touch her head.
Fuchen opened Ah Wu and stared at him for a moment, "You can deal with it." He remembered something, "I showed the maintenance order you announced to the world to the ghost general. You may really be in some trouble."
Ah Wu straightened his back and looked at the information on the museum shelf in front of him, "Nothing."
The two discussed for a while, and Fuchen wanted to go to Xichang Kingdom to directly find the tomb of San Zheng. However, Ah Wu asked him to go to Xichang Kingdom two days later.
Fuchen didn't ask any more questions. She believed in Ah Wu and even more in this guy's methods, so she left the matter to him to plan.
After having a meal together, Fuchen ran to Haimen Village to find the Flower Demon Mountain God. If this guy lives a long time, he might know more information.
Haimen Village is still surrounded by mountains and rivers. I flew all the way over the mountains until I got close to the village, and saw the barren bare soil exposed by the mountains. After the mountains moved and heavy rains, there was no longer the shelter of the big trees in the sky, and many animals and plants disappeared. The villa
There was a lot of nudity nearby.
The people in the village didn't have many ideas. Without the intrusion of wild beasts, there was more land to open up. They still stayed in place.
"Hey, little monster." Fuchen shouted above the village.
As soon as he shouted, a voice rushed out. "Stop shouting!"
Mr. Yan walked out of the Liu Mansion. He was now respected as a mountain god. What if he was called a little monster?
Fuchen looked down, saw Mr. Yan, and flew down. "Hey, there is a pig." Fuchen saw the big white pig following Mr. Yan, "You also raise pigs."
"Get out!" Mr. Yan was angry. What kind of pigs do I raise? What kind of pigs do I raise?
"Just in time, let's chat while eating roast suckling pig." The dust came naturally.
The big white pig was so frightened that it hid behind Young Master Yan.
"Stop teasing him. He will have to be castrated and slaughtered tomorrow. It's hard enough," Mr. Yan said.
"Huh?" Fuchen took a closer look and found Ni Duan. He looked at the pig and said to Young Master Yan, "Are you going to let him suffer the consequences of being an animal like this?"
"He volunteered."
The great good man who was supposed to go to the underworld and go to the animal realm has now turned into a pig, carrying all the memories of being a human being and enduring the pain of a pig and the humiliation of a human being.
Fuchen didn't understand this feeling, and didn't intend to ask any more questions. He turned his head away and went straight to the point, "Sanzheng, do you have any impression of this person?"
Mr. Yan's eyes moved and he glanced at Fuchen, "Did you offend him?"
"He provoked me." Fuchen said cautiously.
"The Smiling Tiger, the Killer Scholar. This person is selfish and has no bottom line. He does things based on his own preferences. If he messes with you, he will light a lamp in the toilet and seek death." Mr. Yan spoke, hurting the two of them.
Fuchen rolled his eyes, "Can you tell me some useful information?"
"Yes." Mr. Yan clapped the fan in his hand, "It is said that he wanted to use his corpse to become an immortal."
"Zombies?" Fuchen asked.
Mr. Yan shook his head, "After the Feng Shui treasure land was destroyed, he became blind and continued to cultivate. He changed to using corpses to refine souls."
Fuchen narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Just cut his body into pieces." He continued to ask, "Where is the tomb?"
"Tomb? He built an underground palace for himself! Remember the last time the mountains and rivers were diverted to flood the Dongling Kingdom," Mr. Yan said, "The palace of the Xichang Kingdom. He was buried in it as a national master. Others only regarded it as..."
Accompanying the emperor is actually forcing the emperor to be the leader."
"If the mountains and rivers really change their course, and the Xiling Kingdom becomes a country near the sea, its three righteousnesses will be the dragons that are about to enter the sea, and their corpses and souls will become immortals." Mr. Yan said.
"He wants to be beautiful." In this world, only one person can become a Buddha or a god. It would be better for him to want to become a second immortal. Fuchen glanced at Mr. Yan, "How do you know so well?"
Mr. Yan rolled his eyes, "How can I still be careless after living for a long time? How can I compare with a little brat like you?"
Fuchen turned around and took out the "City Guard" token. A door appeared on the ground. The locked door opened automatically. Fuchen walked in and the door disappeared.
The villagers of Haimen Village happened to be walking this way, and when they happened to see it, they heard a "ghost" sound and collapsed to the ground in fright.
Mr. Yan marveled at the token in Fuchen's hand. This treasure was given to her. It's true that stupid people are lucky. Hearing the movement behind him, he glanced at the man on the ground and kicked the pig behind him, "Go quickly, Ji Yin De
The opportunity has come."
The big white pig walked over with its belly swaying and grabbed the person in its mouth.
Fuchen rushed to the gate of hell and kicked the cow's head in frustration while waiting for someone, "Who does this damn Ah Wu want me to wait for?" The tied horse's face burst into tears.
"Sir, are you waiting for someone?" someone shouted from behind.
Fuchen turned around, his hair and eyes were like two little lions hiding deep in the forest.
"Who asked you to come here?" Black and White Wuchang wanted to teach Fuchen a lesson, so she took out the token and showed it to them. They had no choice but to untie their brother without saying anything.
"My lord, the king of Dongling Kingdom." The lion man said as he took out something like an official document.
"May I have your name?"
"My surname is Zhong Mingkui."
"Zhong Kui, right? I want you to be the new judge." Fuchen said.
"What happened to the old judge?" Zhong Kui asked.
Fuchen glanced over and said, "He died today." His eyes showed murderous intent.
The monk doesn't allow her to be cruel, so she just doesn't let him see her.
Fuchen has never thought about gods and Buddhas.
Zhong Kui was waiting at the gate of hell. The master asked him to go to the King of Hell in two quarters of an hour, but he could only wait a moment.
Fuchen hurried to Santu River. Fuchen was not very clear about the conversion time between the human world and the underworld. She promised the monk to go there at night, but she did not want to break her promise.
"Brother!" Fuchen shouted.
"Floating dust." There was a distant voice. The giant dragon stood up, and the Santu River stirred up turbulent waves.
Fuchen shook his hand and threw two copies of "The Monkey King" into the turbid river water, "Where are the people?"
Something rose up from the river, and it was wrapped in vines and couldn't be seen clearly.
Fuchen flew over to see clearly. This was her vine.
The giant dragon behind the tree vine held two things that looked like mung beans in her eyes. Her eyes looked towards the ghost below...
Half of the tree vines fell off, and the density of the binding was reduced by half. The whole appearance of the ghost was revealed: half of the soul was lost, one left arm was missing, one right leg was missing, the right cheek was missing, and the nose was missing.
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"How about it? I said keep half of it." A child's voice sounded.
Fuchen turned around and suddenly found a baby with a red bellyband lying on the water reading a book holding "The Monkey King".
The child is so festive. At first glance, he looks like a New Year doll. The atmosphere...
"Um...brother, are you a child?" Fuchen was confused.
"No. I just wanted to read the little book. But the book was too small, so I found that this height is just right." The child said casually.
It happens to be a milk doll.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" The baby girl was unhappy. She rolled her big eyes, but she wasn't fierce at all.
"As expected of us demons, everything we do is direct and effective." Fuchen suppressed a smile, "Big brother is a role model for the demon clan!" He turned around to deal with business, but he still couldn't help laughing.
Zhang Xian couldn't bear to be played with and ignored, and even though his voice was weak, he did not forget to threaten, "Aren't you afraid that the King of Hell will blame you for harming the ghost officials?"
Fuchen spread his hands, "If the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come. He has a new judge, why should I blame him?"
"What?" Zhang Xian probably didn't expect there to be this level. After all, Fuchen and the monk seemed simple-minded.
"What, what, what? What do you want to say?" Fuchen said innocently, "Oh, and your disciples, your zombies, don't worry, they will be gone in the next two days." Fuchen smiled with his eyes.
"Impossible!" Zhang Xian shouted. His soul also appeared strange.
"Sir!" Zhong Kui happened to come over, silently giving Fu Chen strength.
"How are things going?" Fuchen asked, staring at Zhang Xiande's appearance.
"After getting used to it in the past two days, I officially took over the position of judge. But the judge seal has to wait." Zhong Kui said respectfully.
"No need." Fuchen said, and the vines took out the seal from Zhang Xian and threw it over. The vines grew horizontally and blocked Zhang Xian's mouth.
"He is..." Zhong Kui was confused.
"He is a ghost. I picked it up and gave it to you." Fuchen replied.
"Thank you." Zhong Kui bowed to Zhang Xian respectfully.
Zhang Xian was furious.
"By the way, what did Ah Wu give you?" Fuchen asked next.
Zhang Xian took out an imperial list from his sleeve and handed it over, "The emperor's letter to the King of Hell. Introducing his plan to attack Xichang within three days."
Fuchen's eyebrows and eyes are all smiling.
This boy is so domineering that he dares to write a letter to the King of Hell. He can really think of an emperor who dares to send a "judge".
They can still cooperate like this above and below the ground... I have to say that Jiang Zi is truly unparalleled.
Fuchen even thought that if there were no monks, it would not be impossible for this person to achieve enlightenment and become a god or Buddha. Even if there were no monks, she would be happy to help her.
"Don't worry, I will definitely dig your grave and find your body when the time comes!" Fuchen patted the left side of Zhang Xian's only face. His eyes were burning: How did you deceive the monk, how can I clean it up?
He must be a Buddha!
Zhong Kui thought that Fuchen was doing good deeds, and bowed to Fuchen again, "Your Excellency, you really have the heart of a Bodhisattva."
"That's right." Fuchen agreed directly without any politeness.
The baby girl glanced at Zhang Xian, nodded her finger, and Zhang Xian and the tree vine sank into the water. The big eyes on the doughy face looked at Fuchen, "It's not enough, bring me more tomorrow."
"Okay." Fuchen responded.
After settling the matter, Fuchen left and returned to Yinling Mountain but couldn't help but laugh.
"Fuchen, what good things happened to you?" The monk couldn't help asking. He asked Fuchen with a gentle face.
Fuchen nodded, knowing that the monk had empty and extravagant hopes for him, so he made up random things, "If I help someone pick up money, that person will be grateful to me."
The monk smiled.
Fuchen smiled and brought the thirty souls into the gate of hell. There was a new judge who was one of his own, and the thirty souls were quickly led to Senluo Hall. The monk helped them resolve their karma, and these people were sentenced to the human realm.
After finishing his work in the underworld, Fuchen took a look at Wangchuan River. On the edge of Wangchuan River, Po Meng was "washing the bucket" again, and the baby girl was still lying on the Santu River reading a book, and from time to time she let out a horrifying laugh.
Such a scene is also full of life. Fuchen silently records such times.
Soon, Jiang Ziwu took action.
On the third day, when the dust flew to the Sanjiang Sect founded by Sanzheng of the Xichang Kingdom, the young master of the Sanjiang Sect had already bowed in front of the mausoleum and said, "Your Majesty is here, we have been waiting for a long time. The ancestor's body will be brought in front of the Reverend
go."
The young master also had a scholarly look on his face and looked harmless. Such a person could order people to destroy the people of a country at will.
Face does not represent three views.
Fuchen looked at the people around him. This person was sent by Ah Wu to contact her, and his name was Jing. Compared with the young master of Sanjiang, this person was dark, taciturn, and a bit scary. He had a fierce face and was not a good person.
But those sent by Ah Wu will definitely not harm her.
"Your Majesty, nothing happened. The master has used the last incident to encircle and suppress the Sanjiang Sect and sow discord between the Sanjiang Sect and the Xiling Kingdom. Especially knowing that the Sanzheng occupied the feng shui of the imperial mausoleum, and the coffin was buried under the human emperor's coffin, he directly blocked it
He conquered the Sanjiang Sect and ordered capable officers and soldiers to reward anyone who can release Sanzheng's body. The power of the Sanzheng Sect in the human world has been destroyed," Jing said.
Fuchen nodded, feeling reassured about Ah Wu, and followed Young Master Baipi to the imperial mausoleum.
But he saw a bunch of people surrounding the imperial mausoleum and did not dare to move. He asked Jing, "Where is this song coming from?"
"Sir, the corpse was blown up." Jing lowered his head and said.
"Oh, he became a zombie. Did he grow hair?" Fuchen was curious.
Jing shook his head, "My subordinates don't know, everyone who goes in is dead."
Fuchen looked at the young master who was secretly worried in front of him. He looked quite refined and well-mannered. He seemed to have not grown up yet.
"Hey! Boy, are there no adults in your sect? I want you to come over." Fuchen asked.
"Back to your venerable master, all the young masters and uncles are missing. Their life and death are unknown. I have the highest status in the sect." The young master said respectfully.
Fuchen recalled those six bastards. Four were taken into the pagoda by the monks, and two were hiding. To say that they had no contact with this guy - haha.
Looking at the sky, Fuchen shouted, "Bai!"
A layer of snow-white clouds immediately gathered in the sky.
"Listen to my command!" Fuchen shouted. He turned to ask Jing, "Your master said you can do whatever I want here."
"Yes. Under the premise of Your Majesty's safety." Jing replied respectfully.
Oh, I just ignored what I said and didn't hear it. Fuchen took out his wooden sword. The wooden sword turned into a vine whip and rushed into the imperial mausoleum.
Two quarters of an hour later, Fuchen pulled a zombie out. Just after leaving the imperial mausoleum, Fuchen flicked his whip and the zombie was rolled out.
"Bai, open!" Fuchen shouted.
The white clouds in the sky dissipated, revealing the fiery sun.
It is hot summer now, and the sun in the morning is very hot.
The zombie screamed and wanted to escape into the tomb. Fuchen stood nearby and saw that he was approaching the entrance of the tomb. He flicked his whip and threw the corpse away.
"Ouch!" The zombie was exposed to the sun and his whole body was burning.
"Snap!" The whip hit the zombie, causing it to fly away in pain.
The dusty whip has a golden inscription given by the monk, and has a restraining effect on zombies.
With a whip, Fu Chen showed no mercy.
Half an hour later, the sky was clear all around.
The zombies tried to escape into the woods, even tried to dig in the soil, and tried to use their clothes to block the sun, but they were thrown back to the open space by the dust and their clothes flew away.
Within a quarter of an hour, the corpse on the ground turned into black residue and rotted on the ground.
Fuchen watched coldly and glanced at the young master who was kneeling with his head lowered, "Tell me, master, uncle, there are still two people left for the monk's golden pagoda. If they don't go, you will have to stretch your muscles and bones." He slapped the young man on the ground with his backhand.
Abandon his cultivation. This life will have no connection with the Tao and Dharma.
Fuchen doesn't like to bring trouble to the whole family, but this young master is very much like the Three Uprights, an old Taoist, shameless and good at pretending, so it will be a disaster if he remains.
"well."
"Sir." Jing lowered his head.
"Destroy the cultivation of everyone in their sect and cut off their Qi veins." Fuchen said coldly, "In two months, without any other instructions from me, they will have cramps and broken bones, no matter old or young."
"Yes." Jing De ordered.
Take a look at the dog-like "beauties" on the ground. Take out the token and the door will open.
The floating dust leads to the Santu River without any obstruction.
By the Santu River, there is a flower from the other side.
the other side……
A baby girl ran out of the river, pulling Fu Chen with her, "Brother, where is my little book?"
"No." Fuchen replied. He was only doing three things, so he didn't even remember to buy books. He changed the subject directly, "Brother, you don't have dignity like this."
Milkman sat down by the river, angrily, with his back to Fuchen and said, "Who dares to say that I don't have dignity? I can't kill him!"
"Where are the three righteousnesses?" Fuchen asked.
Milkman tried to snap his fingers again, but found that his fingers were too fleshy to snap, so he yelled, "Bring that guy up here!"
Several ghosts soon appeared on the river and brought Sanzheng up.
Fuchen knocked, "Another half less."
"I just told you to keep half, what's wrong with you?" Milkman yelled immediately.
Several ghosts trembled, "Your Majesty!"
"Call me the Dragon King!" Milkman roared.
"Beautiful Dragon King, you asked me to keep half of it, so we just ate half of it." The little devils were cautious.
"That's right." Milkman turned to Fuchen and said.
"..." Where is the brain? Fuchen is speechless. Looking at the middle, most of it has been chewed away. There is only one leg left, only the corners of the body, only a little beard on the neck, one eye, and one mouth. The brain has been chewed away.
of the Three Righteousnesses.
Fortunately, this is a soul. If it were a body, the person would have died long ago. As for the soul, it can still hold on for a while according to the power of the three righteousnesses.
I can only hold on for a while.
One of them was eaten by ghosts without paying attention.
Fuchen's eyes were fixed directly on Milkman.
"What for? Aren't you satisfied?" Milkman turned around and ordered, "Take another half!"
"No need!" Fuchen quickly stopped and looked at Sanzheng, "You still understand what I'm saying."
"I'm in high spirits." The three righteousnesses hang down like silk.
"That's good." If you can still be stubborn with me, then your consciousness will be fine. "Is your corpse aware of it?"
"Humph." Sanzheng was being held by the kid's neck, and the kid was eyeing him eagerly to take a bite. Even so, he still looked unruly.
Fuchen asked the ghosts to leave. When the ghosts saw that Milkman didn't respond, they went down.
"I'm very curious as to how you were selected to become a god." Sanzheng's only remaining eye was like an eagle's beak biting the dust, "I think you have practiced the ghost way."
"You're right." The more sinister the enemy is, the more arrogant Fuchen is. "The way of heaven stipulates that only one of us, the monk, can achieve enlightenment and ascend. So I take the ghost path of yin and yang, and he takes the path of Wuji Buddha. After all, there are no rules in the way of heaven, and I am not allowed to enter."
"I have been planning for six hundred years, but I was defeated by you monster. What's even more ridiculous is that you still followed my path! Hahahaha." Sanzheng mocked, "You think you can succeed? Six hundred years are not mine.
Become an immortal? But what’s the result?”
"Who do you think you are? How special are you?"
"You are just following the same path that I took. Do you think you can survive after he becomes a Buddha?" Sanzheng became more and more crazy, and seemed to have found a balance point. He mocked wildly, "The only thing that Heaven has no worries about is human beings. You can't,
In hundreds or thousands of years, there will always be another chosen one. Can you survive?"
"You can only die without a burial place." Sanzheng said gloomily.
