Chapter 1128

When Bodhisattva went up, he made a choice that many people didn't think of. In fact,

for thousands of years,

he has been sitting in the highest position in hell, but his purpose and pursuit are not this.

Ancient emperors, asking for immortals and even going to court in Taoist robes, were not obsessed with Buddhism and Taoism, but just wanted to live longer and sit longer in this position.

Bodhisattva is different. After all, even if he has the whole hell, all he has is a single temple on the top of Mount Tai plus a small flower garden in front of the temple.

He is just a knowledge seeker and a Buddha seeker. He is instinctively curious about the nature of the world.

Unfortunately,

he failed,

he failed in the calculation of the last emperor of the government,

he failed in the level of his opponent, which is not exactly what he can cope with,

he failed in young.

Last day, Bodhisattva once said a word:

this world owes me a thousand years!

If he had a thousand more years, everything would be different.

There are not many people who are unwilling or angry at all.

there are some,

only deep regret.

Unfortunately, he could have been more leisurely to see the scenery he wanted to see, rather than in such a hurry.

But, in fact, he did not fail.

Bodhisattva has always stood aloof from the rest of the world. The purpose of hanging the curtain is not to pursue the desire for power, but to see the scenery.

As for him,

under himself,

whether he is the ten hall Yama or the ten regular attendants is no different,

in fact,

who can make himself more likely to see the scenery outside, he will let whoever comes to the stage.

His name has been indistinguishable from the scrotum for thousands of years, but it's hard to say what he has done or changed.

Whether it's the little monk in the temple on earth or the Bodhisattva in the temple on Mount Tai in hell,

all of these can only be regarded as his process, his journey and his resting post.

For him,

the world of man, the world of Buddha and hell are just passers-by.

He has too many things, not completed, he has too much preparation, not enough time to do.

The order of yin and Yang hasn't been reversed; the altar of Mount Tai Temple is still empty; in the end,

can only sigh a little bit,

life is beautiful because of its imperfections.

Xumi's small world has completely collapsed, like a dream. When you wake up, it will be gone.

As it appears suddenly, it leaves quietly.

It's like a huge blackboard eraser, which erases all traces left here.

What has happened here, who has appeared, except for a few parties, will be completely annihilated.

The sickbed, or the sickbed, the cigarette box in the bedside table, is still empty.

Zhou Ze sat on the bed, next door, where the old man did it with his knees crossed. He had no eyes.

"Whoo..."

Boss Zhou took a long breath of relief. What he exhaled was air. What he left was emptiness.

Lao Zhang is here, and he is gone again.

In terms of sadness,

it's impossible to see Lao Zhang again. When the library starts to eat, there won't be another person at the door who will come in with the food point stuck,

pretending to be surprised and shouting:

"Yo, what a coincidence!"

On the positive side,

after

Xiao Feng can watch the stars with his children at night,

one is looking at his father,

one is looking at his grandfather.

The reason why beautiful things are beautiful is that they have been used to cover up scars, which is really not so good.

Zhou Ze got out of bed. He was going down to buy cigarettes.

Nicotine has no effect on Zhou's body for a long time, but he needs to use this way to relieve his current mood.

Perhaps, for the vast majority of smokers, cigarettes have become a sense of ritual in their lives.

Lao Dao is still sitting on the hospital bed, with no eyes.

Zhou Ze stooped, leaned in front of the old road, and waved his hand in front of the old road.

Lao Dao looks at Zhou Ze in a daze and his lips move.

This scene, like an old man, about to myocardial infarction.

"It's safe."Zhou Ze said.

In any case, the immediate crisis was finally solved.

The mountain, the Bodhisattva, which had been pressing on the hearts of all the people, was gone.

He went to see the scenery he wanted, and he couldn't come back.

"You said..."

The old Taoist said in some confusion.

"What's the matter?"

"You say, how do I suddenly feel?"

"What do you think?" Zhou Ze finds out Lao Dao's wallet and withdraws the money.

"How do I suddenly feel that compared with the underground, I have some, some of which are not able to be on the table?"

Lao Dao's eyes are a little turbid.

Obviously,

the last generation hasn't left,

the old way hasn't changed back.

In fact,

after Bodhisattva took the initiative to go to heaven to see Xuanyuan sword, it means that the millennium plan of the last Prince of the government has been successful.

He doesn't need to change back.

Zhou Ze tried not to let himself think in that direction. He just lost a friend. He didn't want to lose another one, even if it was just a short-term self deception. Zhou Ze also wanted to let himself slow down, slow down

Last generation, you can go back.

As long as he wants, he can go back to hell now. Jiu Chang's servants just cleaned the hell and made room for him.

It's impossible for all the people to obey, rise up and welcome Wang Shi when the prince returns.

After all, the image of the last generation has been practiced to the extreme in the thousands of years of talks. And after the gentle boiled frog in the age of ten halls and Yan Luo and the Qing Dynasty washing by nine regular attendants, there will not be many people who have much feelings for the government and Mount Tai.

But none of this matters.

As long as the last generation can get rid of jiuchangshi, this hell belongs to their hometown.

Or, he can choose a place to meditate. In his previous words, it will take decades to make up for the lost millennium. At that time, everything he wants will be at his fingertips.

Bodhisattva for the dead has gone up to meet Xuanyuan sword.

At present, the last generation, just like the prisoners out of prison, can enjoy the free air.

What's more, unlike yinggou, he is still strong. He has capital. He doesn't have an inch to advance, but he still has a thick foundation. He can be unrestrained and unrestrained.

Just, for the moment, he doesn't seem to have that happy mood.

"A little, indeed."

Boss Zhou never comforts people. Besides, he doesn't want to comfort him now.

"Ha, ha..."

The old Taoist smiled twice,

took a breath,

said:

"you said, how can I be compared with him?"

To be strong all his life, he thought he was the winner. In fact, he was also the winner, but in the end, he didn't realize the joy of being the winner and the winner.

On the contrary,

the lip is bitter.

"Don't leave here. I'll buy a cigarette."

The old road nodded in a daze.

Zhou Ze went out of the ward, took the elevator to the first floor, went to the supermarket in the hospital to buy cigarettes, then did not do anything to delay, and took the elevator again.

At any time, the last Fujun may leave here, because Zhou Ze can't figure out what reason he has to stay in the library.

The previous orders only made a request. At least, let me and the old Taoist stand alone and squat together for a cigarette.

After entering the ward, Lao Dao was still sitting there.

Zhou Ze hands out a cigarette. The old man shakes his head and doesn't take it.

Boss Zhou ordered one for himself and sat down on the next bed.

I haven't changed back. I haven't come back.

"Alas..."

Lao Dao sighed again.

"I said, what are you really struggling with?"

"I don't know. It's just a sudden feeling. It's boring."

"You survived, you won, and now you can go back and continue to be king, isn't it good?"

"Okay?"

"It's flirtatious."

"Well, maybe, you say, why didn't he come and die with me?"

"Didn't he say it all himself?"

"Disdain?"

"It's not worth it."

"Not worth it?"

"Well."

"I can make him feel unworthy!

What qualification does he have to ignore me!

He clearly can't beat us and play us, so he pretends to fly up freely!

These guys, they like to act with affectation most. Yes, he must think so.What do you come to the world, you want to see the sun!

All excuses, all perfunctory!

He is a loser, he does that, so choice, nothing more than want to let oneself go a bit more dignified.

He just moved himself for himself, by the way, disgusted me again!

That man, from the first time I met a thousand years ago, I saw through him, ha ha ha ha, he is such a person, that's it!

When he left, his last choice will not affect me, will not, I will not let him succeed, will not! "

"Yes, yes, that's it."

Boss Zhou simply nodded along with the old saying, and at the same time, spit out a cigarette.

"I won!"

Lao Dao reached for his face,

"I'm the winner, I won, I survived! I'm still me, I'm still me!

I didn't become a rule like that beast of Dharma, which is no different from being dead, that is to say, to fool myself.

I'm not seriously injured, as long as I think about it now, I can go back to hell right away!

I can go back to hell tonight and shovel out his little temple!

What ten hall Yan Luo, what ten regular attendants, these are all top-notch things! "

"Yes, you can. You're good."

Boss Zhou is close to perfunctory.

"I'm still me, I lost a thousand years, but I can still get all of them back!

Hell, it'll be mine!

Mount Tai, it will be mine!

Yin and Yang will be controlled by me!

My position,

My glory,

my future,

My Avenue,

my two monkeys... "

The old way,

is silent.