Listening to Shang Weitian's words, Lin Fan nodded: "Although it feels weird,...it can be considered as making the best use of everything."
"The shadows of these five million legendary sea beasts are yours to call upon during non-war periods."
Shang Weitian took the Shura Order excitedly, with an uncontrollable smile on his face!
These five million fearsome legendary sea beasts will be Daxia's five million 10,000-ton cargo ships, galloping across the ocean!
Even more powerful than a 10,000-ton freighter. After all, freighters don't have the terrifying speed and flexibility of sea beasts.
The entire Blue Star will become a complete unit under this terrifying shipping capability!
Mr. Jin suddenly said: "We've almost finished unloading the goods. Is it time for you to go?"
He was really used to Lin Fan dropping his things and running away.
Lin Fan shook his head: "This time, I have three more things to explain."
"In other words," Lin Fan's tone suddenly became complicated: "Someone else has three things to explain to us."
Mr. Jin frowned: "Who? Do we have other friends in the God Realm?"
"It's not the God Realm." Lin Fan sighed, "After Asiu De died, I half-stepped into the threshold of the High Asura God."
"I saw the other side. I saw the plane of death governed by the Temple of Death."
the other side!
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
Mr. Jin suddenly looked extremely excited: "Have you seen those comrades who left?"
"I saw it." Lin Fan nodded.
Everyone present looked excited!
After all, they were brothers who once fought side by side!
"How are they doing!"
"Were they wronged there?"
"Those gods of death didn't bully them!"
"Tell those gods of death," Dao Wanqian's face was grim, and his body was filled with thunder, "If they bully my Daxia heroic spirits, I will risk my life and ask Thunder Lord to come out and chop them down!"
Seeing everyone's concerned expressions, Lin Fan was silent for a moment.
The brothers there...are you aggrieved?
Lin Fan thought about the gods of death who had their scythes taken away, the gods of death who were put on red robes, and the daily entertainment methods of the heroic spirits...
"Perhaps, they are living a better life than you think..." Lin Fan said complicatedly: "A base area has been established over there. I heard from the brothers over there that when they have nothing to do, they can catch the single Shinigami and come back to reform them.
Or go beat that little fat guy every day."
Jin Lao was stunned: "Little fat man? What little fat man?"
Lin Fan explained: "Ah, the little fat guy you can't forget, the former leader of the Free State. At that time, you thought it was too easy for him to simply die."
"Now he has been caught by our brothers. He failed to enter the Temple of Death for reincarnation. Instead, he became an experiencer of the eighteenth level of hell. He experienced the torture of the eighteenth level of hell and had to write down his experience every day to help others.
Xia transformed the eighteenth level of hell. I probably won’t be able to get out of it in the future.”
For a moment, Mr. Jin burst out laughing!
"Okay!" Mr. Jin smiled brightly: "The soldiers did a good job, you are worthy of being my soldiers of Daxia!"
"That's what the fat guy should be like!"
"Those who offend our Daxia will suffer eternal suffering and sink into hell without reincarnation or escape!"
"At that time, I thought it would be too easy for him to die, but now... haha, it's just right!"
"I guess that little fat guy didn't even think of it. Even if he dies, I, Daxia, still won't let him go!"
Others were also shocked.
"Our soldiers...this is too fierce!"
"Are you really going to take down the Temple of Death?"
"My blood is boiling after hearing this. I want to join them!"
Mr. Mo Zhi suddenly was stunned: "Wait a minute, what is Daxia Underworld? We haven't developed this project either..."
Lin Fan continued: "Ah, that was a project started after Master Compassion passed away."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
Especially Bai Qi's face suddenly became complicated, with regret and sadness occupying this rough man's face.
Compassion!
This is everyone’s pain!
The first of the Bactrian gods to die!
Lin Fan cleared his throat and continued to tell what he saw and heard: "Compassion is actually the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha. When he entered the plane of death again, he instantly remembered everything."
"He opened up the underworld of Bactria there."
"He also led the brothers to develop base areas, encircling the city from the countryside, and gradually surrounded the Temple of Death. He also used tunnel warfare and guerrilla warfare..."
"Organize soldiers to capture the lone Death, steal the Death's sickle, and bring the Death back to undergo ideological transformation."
"There are many souls who want to be reincarnated in other planes, but they have also been stopped and joined the Daxia Underworld, willing to fight for the liberation of the proletariat in thousands of planes..."
Everyone: "???"
For a time, the huge contrast made everyone forget their sadness.
Originally, everyone had been feeling sad about Compassion, but they never expected that Compassion would be so exciting down there...
"Really, so fierce!" Dao Wanqian looked stunned, "Ksitigarbha? Pity that guy turned out to be Ksitigarbha!"
Ksitigarbha!
In the legend of Daxia, it has an extraordinary status!
The transitional Buddha that connects the present Buddha and the future Buddha, the four great Bodhisattvas rank first and are famous for their grand vows!
"My most proud disciple turned out to be the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha!" The abbot couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice, "Amitabha, I knelt down to worship the Ksitigarbha statue yesterday. Isn't this a mess of seniority!"
The little monk, who had been silently absorbing the remaining divine power, suddenly raised his head and said excitedly: "Brother, he is still here! He is still the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha, and he is indeed my senior brother!"
But the biggest reaction was from Bai Qi.
"Compassion..." Bai Qi thought of the cassock figure who died for him, and looked at Lin Fan with some evasion: "Does he hate me so much? Has he ever mentioned me?"
Lin Fan did not answer.
Although Compassion told him to tell Bai Qi.
However, some words are more effective if said at the right time!
"So, those three things you mentioned... were arranged by Compassion?" Mr. Jin seemed to understand something.
Lin Fan nodded: "Yes."
"The first thing is that Compassion wants me to tell Bai Qi," Lin Fan glanced at Bai Qi: "But I won't say anything for now."
His face turned pale and became more and more disappointed.
He vaguely guessed what Compassion was trying to tell him. It must be the blame and scolding hidden under the joke.
"The second thing," Lin Fan continued, "Compassion wants us to help him burn paper and stick it through."
"There is no such thing as paper-making, right? How many paper-making shops are there in Daxia?" Mr. Jin readily agreed, "I will allocate a sum of money to buy paper-making nationwide!"
Daxia Paper Making Shop is an industry inherited from ancient times and has never been lonely.
After all, this is an ancient tradition in Daxia, a way to remember the deceased and express grief.
There has never been a vacancy in this industry and it is always growing.
but.
"I'm afraid it won't work." Lin Fan shook his head.
Mr. Jin suddenly stared: "Why not? If you want compassion, it must be really needed! Besides, it doesn't cost much!"
Lin Fan could only explain: "I'm not saying you can't buy it, I'm saying, I'm afraid you can't buy what he wants..."
"Why can't I buy it?" Mr. Jin looked unbelieving: "There is so much paper money in the paper-making shop and so many golden boys and girls, why can't I buy it? If compassion is needed, I will burn 100,000 paper-making beauties for him.
Just change ten every day!”
Lin Fan finally sighed: "What he wants is not paper money, but..."
"If you don't want paper money, what do you want?" Jin Lao asked curiously.
Lin Fan said complicatedly: "It's...paper-made aircraft, tanks, cannons, AKs, Gatling, bullets, grenades and other weapons..."
