MTL - Thank You For the Invitation, I Am In the Box Garden, I Have Just Become a God-Chapter 1154

"Do you want to go to war with everyone?"

In a trance, Puxian seemed to see Su Jin questioning himself, but it was just a trance. In the present world, Su Jin just slowly filled him with wine, and then smiled at him 0.8.

At this moment, Pu Xian pursed his dry lips. His mouth was not dry, but he thought it was dry:

"What do you want me to do to let go of Xian Shouzong?"

Su Jin burst out laughing, as if Pu Xian said something funny.

However, Pu Xian didn't dare to laugh, he looked at Su Jin without blinking, staring at his face, trying to get the answer he hoped for.

Under his gaze, Su Jin smiled gently at him and said calmly:

"I want your life."

Boom!

There was thunder outside the window, and there was a crackling sound from the wooden roof.

It's raining!

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Chapter 1693 Dust to Dust

"my life?"

Puxian was stunned.

The rolling thunder roared outside the window, and the torrential rain crackled.

His heart is also good, the sky is now gloomy.

"Amitabha."

Puxian chanted a Buddha's name softly, and folded his hands together:

"If the little monk's life can make Su Shizhu let go of my sages, then come on."

As he said that, he lowered his head and exposed his neck, waiting for death to come.

Seeing such a Puxian, Su Jin just took a sip of wine and said indifferently:

"I don't want your life."

"what?"

Puxian showed a blank expression at this moment.

This time it will kill him, and the next time it will not kill him, what are you doing?

Could it be that he was playing with him? But what fun does he have as a little monk?

"Can't you understand? Then I'll make it clearer."

It seems that Su Jin's reaction to Puxian is not surprising:

"Personally, I don't want your life."

Said that Su Jin looked at Pu Xian with a puzzled expression:

"Speaking of which, I'm also very surprised. You seem to be ready to die before you come. However, in terms of relationship, there should be no hatred between us personally."

"Are you... sure?" Puxian frowned and asked tentatively.

Hearing this, Su Jin put down the wine glass and said indifferently:

"Are you trying to say that the demise of Arcadia is related to you? Or that the demise of the 16th Moon Shadow City has affected the Black Rabbit, or that the demise of the Hakoba Knights is also your arrangement, causing Leticia to degenerate into a Demon Lord?"

"Let's not say whether these things are related to you, just say that these things really involve me?"

Puxian suddenly understood what Su Jin meant.

Then after he understood, he couldn't help laughing:

"Haha, hahaha! Yes, these things really have to get to the bottom of it, and it really has nothing to do with you."

However, when he smiled, he burst into tears.

"It was the little monk, I was wrong. I knew that the Su Shizhu had only been here for a year, but put the hatred of the past on your head. This is the little monk's mistake."

"Yes, we really have no grudges between us."

"I have a grudge against the Dharma Protector Twelve Days, the Canary, and Kasugabe Takaaki, but it's not you."

After saying this, Puxian took a deep breath and said:

"I understand what you mean."

"They want me to die, aren't they?"

"Because my existence has hindered their interests, coupled with new hatred and old hatred, they will continue to push you and me to the current confrontation."

"So it is, so it is!" Puxian muttered to himself.

At this time, Su Jin picked up the jade pot and spring bottle, filled himself with wine, and then filled Puxian, saying like a normal chat:

"But it can't be said that it has nothing to do with me at all."

"At least your death can establish prestige for me, right?"

"So at least in this regard, I am also a vested interest."

"Yes, quite right."

Pu Xian nodded, took up Su Jin's filled wine with a relaxed look, and said with a smile:

"As far as the matter is concerned, you are also one of the vested interests, and one who has no hatred and no grudge against me."

Speaking of this, Puxian drank the wine in one gulp, sighed, and said with emotion:

"So, have I become a stepping stone?"

When he said this, he shook his head bitterly:

"Yeah, I got in the way of too many people, and too many people wanted me to die."

"If it weren't for this, they wouldn't use the Xian Sect to blackmail me."

"Hehe, the path of truth I'm taking requires the existence of the Sage Sect and the extradition of sentient beings to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Except for me, only a very few people in Buddhism know about these weaknesses."

"I think I've figured out who I'm getting in my way."

Speaking of which, Puxian put down his wine glass, stood up, and turned to leave.

"Did you just leave?" Su Jin asked with a smile while playing with the wine glass.

Puxian paused for a while, and then said with a relaxed expression:

"It's useless to stay here, isn't it?"

"After all, you don't want my blood to get your hands dirty."

"correct."

Su Jin raised his wine glass and lifted it towards Puxian's back, saying:

"May the Bodhisattva attain bliss early!"

Hearing this, Puxian froze and shook his head with a wry smile:

"Murdering is even more punishing. Sure enough, you are much worse than Di Shitian."

After all, he sighed and pushed the door out.

Su Jin watched Puxian go away, and after he left, he put down the glass and continued to pour.

In the wooden house, the extinguished fire in the surrounding stove suddenly rekindled, and the orange-red fire flickered, dispelling the coldness brought by the torrential rain and cold wind.

The room gradually warmed up.

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Heaven, Mount Emei.

Puxian, who had just returned here with his magical powers, had just stepped into the Mahavira Hall, when he saw three novices rushing out in delight:

"Ancestor!"

"Master, do you know?"

"Zong Wu, Zong Hui, Zong Xin."

Puxian looked at his disciples and grandchildren one by one, and then looked up at the disciples and grandchildren not far away in the temple:

"You all know that, right?"

"Know what?"

Zong Wu, who was thin and tall, froze for a moment, then patted his head:

"Oh, Patriarch, are you talking about the Tianjun?"

Speaking, Zong Wu's expression suddenly became excited:

"Patriarch, the Heavenly Army has been disarmed, and our positions in the Heavenly Army have been dismissed!"

The fat novice Zonghui next to him patted his senior brother:

"Idiot, can you be happy about being dismissed? Hurry up and say what's important."

"Ah yes yes yes!" Zong Wu slapped his head bald and said with a smirk: "The point is not this, but although we were dismissed, we were transferred to the Brahma Temple to assist us, and what secret contract should we sign? , this is the rise and fall of the light."

Puxian smiled and nodded, and seemed to be happy about it:

"and then?"

"Then?" Zong Wu was stunned, and returned stupidly: "What else is there then?"

"Masters and brothers said that the commander of the Heavenly Army has changed, and our status is definitely not guaranteed. Now that it has risen in the dark, is there any benefit?"

"That's really gone." Puxian looked suddenly, then shook his head.

And right here, the shortest Zong Xin quickly reminded:

"Senior brother and brother, the ancestor may have said that, the one that was sent before the letter from the Heavenly Army."

"Ah yes yes yes!" Zong Wu patted his bald head again, and his head turned red and said: "Just now, Tian Court sent a gift back to the Patriarch. I was so happy about the Tian Army thing that I forgot it."

Saying that, Zong Wu took out a sandalwood rosary, held it in his hand, and handed it to Puxian.

"Huayan Sutra..." Puxian was stunned when he saw the rosary.

Zong Wu was also stunned at this time, and then said: "What Huayan Sutra? Isn't this a rosary?"

"...Yes, it is indeed a rosary." Puxian let out a long sigh, and then patted Zong Wu with a smile: "The ancestor is old and dazzled."

He said that he picked up the rosary from Zong Wu's hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and then smiled and said to the surroundings:

"Go down."

Seeing Puxian like this, the disciples and their grandchildren breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at Puxian before saying anything, and in the end only the youngest three Zong Wu were left, and then they left.

"Ancestor, then we..." Zong Wu and his companions glanced at each other, and then asked Puxian.

Puxian smiled when he heard the words: "After half an hour, you guys will clean the 390 sanitation in the Daxiong Palace. Now, let's go down first and let me be quiet here."

"Yes." Zong Wu nodded when he heard the words, and then retreated together with the other two.

When everyone left, Puxian raised his head and looked at the Brass-cast Buddha statue plated with a layer of gold paint in front of him, and suddenly laughed:

"Master, when I joined the Heavenly Army, it seemed that my performance was the same as those little guys, or even worse."

"Did you look at me like I did just now?"

The golden Buddha is sitting with flowers in his arms, his eyes are downcast, and he has no desire or thought.

Puxian waited quietly for a while, and after hearing no sound, he sighed:

"...I can't go back after all."

Outside the Daxiong Palace.

Zong Wu and the others just walked out of the Mahavira Hall when they saw many brothers and sisters kneeling on the steps, holding wooden fish, knocking and chanting sutras.