"It's a deal." The Buddha smiled and nodded.

"How about we bet and predict the future?" Zixian looked at the Buddha with a smile, how to look like a little fox who was about to succeed in his conspiracy.

"Predicting the future? You are now mortal, will you still be able to do it? The Buddha asked, somewhat incredulously.

"The Buddha said dare not to bet." Zixian raised his head and looked at the Buddha defiantly.

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

"Good. Very good. Zixian looked at the Buddha and said word by word: "My prediction is that my master, as well as my friends, will have some punished. ”

Deathly silence.

The Buddha and the King of the Earth looked at Zixian in shock, but they were speechless.

According to Zixian, if the Buddha wants to win, he can't let Zixian's master and friends be punished in any way.

In other words, Zixian wants to make a bet with himself in exchange for the safety of the master and his friends.

What kind of woman is this, in this case, she can still think about the safety of others.

"How is it, Buddha, have you ever distinguished between winning and losing?" Zixian's eyes are like water, and her smile is like a flower.

But that bright smile, in the eyes of King Jizo, was so heart-wrenching, heart-wrenching to despair.

"You're laughing again, why are you so stupid......" Jizo's voice was a little hoarse because it was full of too much emotion, and his tone was flat and low, as if he was talking to her, as if he was talking to himself.

The words "You will save me anyway" still lingering in her ears, a sweet and glutinous voice without fear, revealing a natural trust.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really can't save you this time.

The Buddha looked at Zixian with admiration in his eyes: "I won, but in fact I lost; You lose, but you actually win. Xiu Fan is an immortal, and he is really still so smart. ”

"Haha, thank you Buddha for your fulfillment! I've got my wish, so let's go. Zixian smiled openly and wantonly, and her plain white skirt was windless and automatic, like a misty cloud.

"World-honored, don't ......" For the first time in his life, King Jizo showed a begging look.

"Jizo, it's not easy for you to achieve today, do you have to self-destruct your cultivation?" The Buddha looked at King Jizo with a little disappointment.

"I ......" King Jizo also knew that he was very gaffe, but he couldn't do it if he was indifferent.

"Bodhisattva, there is a good saying, you are willing to gamble and lose. If I have lost, how can I not fulfill my gambling agreement?" Zixian's clear eyes were full of smiles, and there was no trace of fear and sorrow at all.

"Can you stop laughing, do you know what you're facing?" King Jizo's anxious voice was tinged with anger.

For some reason, every time he saw Zixian's indifference to his own safety, an evil fire sparked in King Jizo's heart for no reason, almost burning his reason to the ground.

"Hehe, of course I do. But so what? This is already the best result. Zixian was still smiling, but Di Ting on the side couldn't help but shed tears.

Zixian touched Di Ting's head and said softly: "Di Ting, don't cry, listen to the Bodhisattva in the future, don't make him angry." ”

"Di Ting just saw the future, you are covered in blood and tied to the Zhuxian Pillar, don't go, don't go, I won't let you go!"

Zixian shook his head: "It's too late, and it's all my own choice." Fu turned to the king of Jizo again, put his hands together and said, "Bodhisattva, I am afraid that I will not be able to repay your kindness." I hope that the Bodhisattva will live forever, be safe and happy, and fulfill his long-cherished wish as soon as possible. ”

The king of Jizo was speechless for a moment.

"Let's go." The Buddha held out a hand.

"Okay." Zixian smiled and nodded, jumped slightly, and landed on that hand.

The Buddha's light flashed, and the Buddha and Zixian disappeared.

King Jizo stood in place, stunned for a long time, and finally sighed: "There is no Amitabha Buddha......

The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to it?

The sound of the whistling wind sounded in my ears. Zixian was very bored, so he chatted with the Buddha.

"Buddha, how far can you extend this hand?" Zixian lay on the palm of the Buddha's hand, pillowed his arm behind his head, looked at the Buddha and asked.

"It's not measured, it's always a few million miles. When I'm free, I'll ask Goku to do a few more somersaults to measure. "There was no one around, and the Buddha put down the shelf.

"Good idea. Buddha, I heard that you were a prince before you became a monk, and you were married to a princess. Have you ever seen her later? Is she doing well?"

"She was doing okay and later founded a sect. In total, she put it down before I did. There was a gloom in the Buddha's eyes, and it was fleeting.

"I'm sorry, I was just curious, not intentionally." Zixian said slightly apologetically.

"It doesn't matter."

"Buddha, will I die this time?" Zixian still couldn't help but ask this question.

The Buddha smiled: "What, regret it?"

"Not really. That is, I just want to know the ending, and I have a good number in my heart. ”

"It's all up to you how it ends."

"It's me?"

The Buddha nodded, closed his palm, and Zixian suddenly fell into darkness.

"Buddha, Buddha!" Zixian stood up, made a trumpet shape with his hands, and shouted twice, but the Buddha did not speak again, and only two echoes were faintly heard in the darkness.

"Stingy, isn't it that you're not happy when I mention the princess." Zixian pouted and sat back in the palm of the Buddha with some dejection.

Holding his knees, in the darkness, Zixian began to think calmly about some questions.

I will be in the current situation, and it seems that it is really the result of the original choice.

If you can compromise when facing some problems, and be able to turn a blind eye to the pain of others, won't this be the case? Is it possible to be an ordinary person in the world calmly and quietly?

But can you? Can you do it yourself? Can the innate haughty soul accept that kind of self?

If that's the case, I'm afraid Mozi Immortal is not the real Mozi Immortal.

At this moment, an evil voice sounded from the depths of his soul: "Didn't you swear revenge? Didn't you say that whoever dares to stop you, you will kill him? But look at what you've become now! Prisoners? ”

Zixian's body was shocked, and she recognized it as Chonglou's voice.

"Heavy building?"

"It's the deity."

"What are you doing here?"

"I've always been in your soul. I thought you had woken up, but I didn't expect you to act so stupidly. ”

"Say whatever you want." Zixian really didn't have a good impression of this evil demon venerable.

"Cultivating immortals, as a creation god, are you really willing to be treated like this by these low-level gods and Buddhas?" Chonglou was already a little annoyed.

"What do you have to do with it?" Zixian's voice was cold and cold, very alienated.

Chonglou has also tasted the honor of the world, and when he has received this kind of anger, he can't help but roar: "Cultivating immortals, sooner or later you will pay the price for your stupid behavior!" ”

"Thank you Demon Venerable for reminding me, sooner or later, I'll pay the price soon, but I don't regret it." Zixian sneered: "If the Demon Venerable doesn't want to be affected, please leave by yourself and find another host, that's it." ”

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