Chapter 1154

"Do you want to start a war with everyone?"

Pu Xian seemed to see Su Jin questioning him in a trance, but it was just a trance. In the real world, Su Jin just filled his glass of wine slowly, and then looked at him with a smile. 0.8.

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

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

Su Jin burst out laughing, as if Pu Xian had said some funny joke.

However, Puxian did not 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 to dust

"My life?"

Pu Xian was stunned.

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

His heart was as gloomy as the sky now.

"Amitabha."

Samantabhadra softly recited the Buddha's name, clasped his hands together and said:

"If the little monk's life can allow Almsgiver Su to let go of my Xian Shouzong, then go ahead."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, exposed his neck, and waited for death to come.

Seeing Samantabhadra like this, Su Jin just took a sip of wine and said calmly:

"I don't want your life."

"What?"

Pu Xian showed a blank expression at this moment.

One moment it kills him, the next moment it doesn't kill him, what are you doing?

Could it be that you were playing a trick on him? But what fun does a little monk have?

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

Su Jin seemed to be surprised by Pu Xian's reaction:

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

After saying this, Su Jin looked at Puxian with a puzzled look and said:

"Speaking of which, I'm also very surprised. You seemed to be prepared to die before you came here. However, judging from our relationship, there shouldn't be any personal hatred between us."

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

Hearing this, Su Jin put down his wine glass and said calmly:

"Are you trying to say that the destruction of Arcadia was related to you? Or that the destruction of the 16 Moon Shadows City implicated Black Rabbit, or that you arranged the destruction of the Knights of the Box Garden, which led to Leticia's degeneration into the Demon King?"

"Let's not talk about whether these things are related to you. Just ask, do these things really involve me?"

Puxian suddenly understood what Su Jin meant.

Then after understanding it, he couldn't help laughing:

"Haha, hahaha! Yes, we really need to get to the bottom of these things. They really have nothing to do with you."

However, he laughed and burst into tears.

"It was my fault, little monk. I knew that Almsgiver Su had only been here for a year, but I placed the past hatred on you. This was my mistake, little monk."

"Yes, there is indeed no enmity or grudge between us."

"The person I have an enmity with is the Twelve Heavenly Protectors, the Canary, and Kasukabe Takaaki, but it's not you."

After saying this, Pu Xian took a deep breath and then said:

"I see what you mean."

"They are the ones who want me dead, right?"

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

"That's it, that's it!" Puxian murmured to himself.

At this time, Su Jin picked up the jade pot and spring vase, filled up the wine for himself, then poured it for Samantabhadra, and said as if he was chatting normally:

"But you can't say it has nothing to do with me at all."

"At least your death can establish my prestige, right?"

"So at least in that respect, I'm a vested interest."

"Yes, that's right."

Puxian nodded, picked up Su Jin's full glass of wine with a relaxed expression, and said with a smile:

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

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

"So, have I become a stepping stone?"

When he said this, he shook his head bitterly:

"Yes, I have blocked the way of too many people, and there are too many people who want me dead."

"If this were not the case, they would not threaten me with Xian Shouzong."

"Haha, the path of truth that I am walking on requires the existence of the Xianshou Sect and the extradition of sentient beings to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Only a very few people in the Buddhist sect know about these weaknesses except me."

"I think I figured out who I was blocking."

Having said this, Puxian put down his wine glass, stood up, turned around and left.

"Are you leaving just like that?" Su Jin asked with a smile while playing with the wine glass.

Puxian paused for a moment, then said with a relaxed expression:

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

"After all, you don't want my blood on your hands."

"Correct answer."

Su Jin raised his wine glass towards Puxian's back and said:

"I wish the Bodhisattva an early attainment of bliss!"

Hearing this, Pu Xian paused, smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"Killing is also heartbreaking. Sure enough, you are a much worse person than Emperor Shitian."

After that, he sighed and pushed the door open.

Su Jin watched Puxian go away. After he left, he put down his wine glass and continued to pour wine.

In the wooden house, the extinguished fire in the fireplace suddenly rekindled, and the orange-red firelight swayed, dispelling the chill brought by the heavy rain and cold wind.

The room gradually warmed up.

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Heaven, Mount Emei.

Samantabhadra, who returned here with his divine foot power, had just stepped into the Mahavira Hall when he saw three novice monks rushing out with joy in their faces:

"Ancestor!"

"Master, do you know?"

"Zong Wu, Zong Hui, Zong Xin."

Pu Xian looked at his disciples and grandsons one by one, then raised his head and looked at the disciples and grandsons not far away in the hall:

"You all know, right?"

"Know what?"

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

"Oh, Patriarch, are you talking about the Heavenly Army?"

As he said this, Zong Wu's expression suddenly became excited:

"Ancestor, the Heavenly Army has been disarmed, and our positions in the Heavenly Army have been abolished!"

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, right, right!" Zong Wu patted his bald head and said with a silly smile: "The point is not that, but that although we were abolished, we were transferred to the Brahma Temple to assist, what kind of secret contract do we have to sign, and the treatment is calculated according to the salary of full members , This is a rise in the dark. "

Puxian smiled and nodded, seeming to be happy about this too:

"Then what?"

"Then?" Zong Wu was stunned and returned stupidly: "Is there anything else to do next?"

"Master and brothers said that the commander-in-chief of the Heavenly Army has been replaced, and our status will definitely not be guaranteed. Now we have been demoted and promoted secretly. Is there any benefit?"

"That's true." Puxian looked stunned, then shook his head.

And at this moment, the shortest Zong Xin quickly reminded:

"Senior brother, senior brother, the ancestor may be talking about the one that was sent before the letter from the heavenly army."

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

With that said, Zongwu took out a sandalwood rosary, held it in his hand, and handed it to Samantabhadra.

"The Avatamsaka Sutra..." Samantabhadra was stunned for a moment when he saw the rosary.

Zong Wu was also stunned for a moment, and then said: "What is the Avatamsaka Sutra? Isn't this a rosary?"

"...Yes, it is indeed a rosary." Pu Xian let out a long sigh, then smiled and patted Zong Wu: "The ancestor is old and his eyesight is dazzled."

As he spoke, he picked up the rosary beads from Zong Wu's hand, held them in his hand, then smiled and said around him:

"Everyone, go down."

Seeing Pu Xian like this, all the disciples and disciples secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Pu Xian without hesitating to say anything. In the end, only the youngest Zong Wu and the other three were left, and then they left straight away.

"Ancestor, then let's..." Zong Wu and his companions looked at each other, and then asked Puxian.

Samantabhadra smiled when he heard this: "In half an hour, you will clean up the 390 rooms of the Main Hall. Now, please go down first and let me be quiet here."

"Yes." Zong Wu nodded after hearing this, and then retreated with the other two people.

After everyone left, Samantabhadra raised his head and looked at the Tathagata Buddha statue in front of him, which was made of brass and plated with a layer of gold paint, and suddenly laughed:

"Master, when I joined the Heavenly Army, my behavior seemed to be the same as those little guys, maybe even worse."

"At that time, were you looking at me like I just did?"

The golden Buddha sat with flowers in his hands, his eyes lowered, without any desire or thought.

Puxian waited quietly for a while, and after not hearing a single sound, he sighed:

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

Outside the Main Hall.

As soon as Zong Wu and others walked out of the Main Hall, they saw many senior brothers and uncles kneeling on the steps, holding wooden fish in their hands, tapping and chanting sutras.