If you give too much expectation and trust, disappointment may come to your face.

……

The first bodhisattva of the underworld is the appearance of a young man.

Nothing surprising.

Anyway, life and death are under the control of the underworld, and the aging of the face is really just a trivial matter involving the epidermis, which is not enough to worry about.

Wan Zu just retired, he was given a hand by Jizang, and he almost lost his soul when he was besieged, and finally escaped with a wisp of divine thought, hidden in the world, and did not dare to alarm the Bodhisattva, and casually called a little ghost god, which was so rude.

"I beg you?"

"My ancestors have never begged anyone since they were born."

"Hmph, little girl, look at your bullishness, the master let you save it, that's your blessing." Wan Zu in the big black umbrella had a high-spirited expression.

The former first bodhisattva of the underworld actually called himself master? It's more than enough for you to be your grandfather.

But whether it is the bodhisattvas of the underworld or the immortals of the immortal court, they all know the mantra of Wanzu, he just likes to say that the master, and even the skin is the appearance of little fresh meat.

At this moment.

Wan Zu was angry.

Cha Duoyu is even more angry, she is very patient now, and in the embattled situation, she is in the mood to go to the haystack to find a needle to find a broken umbrella, in her opinion, it is enough to give face to that call.

"My aunt and grandmother braved the rain to move forward, put her heart in her heart, and shame on your face, right?" Cha Duoyu held his cheeks, his face was a little unhappy.

The little gluttonous saliva was about to fall on the bed, so that Cha Duoyu glared back again.

If Cha Duoyu doesn't dare to confirm it, just guess, then just look at the expression of his own King Kong, there must be something in it, and he is gluttonous.

Big supplement.

Cha Duoyu squinted and waited for three more breaths.

The big black umbrella was indifferent, and even the feeling of electric shock before was gone.

"King Kong, are you hungry?" Cha Duoyu suddenly began to communicate with his pet.

The little glutton nodded vigorously.

"Want to eat this umbrella?" Tea and fish asked.

The gluttony shook his head, then nodded again.

"Then you wait." As he spoke, Cha Duoyu began to tear the pages of the big black umbrella.

Cha Duoyu's simple physical strength is not as good as Li Hongxian, but it is more than twice as strong as an ordinary boxer.

After three breaths.

Cha Duoyu's cheeks were a little red, and the umbrella pages were intact.

It's embarrassing.

In the gray space of the big black umbrella, Wan Zu was already a little unhappy, when did the ghosts and gods in the world be so unreasonable.

Violence at every turn?

Isn't the original intention of ghosts and gods excessive? Dismantling the umbrella without saying a word? Fortunately, this umbrella is a ghost weapon that I threw in the world in my early years.

"Tear it, tear it casually, if you can tear this umbrella with your bare hands, I'll call you grandma." Wan Zu sat in the gray space of the big black umbrella and muttered.

Cha Duoyu first used the power of his body, then added the power of ghosts and gods, and then saw King Kong rubbing hard against him.

"You can get this umbrella." Cha Duoyu rubbed the little glutton's head.

King Kong drooled and nodded.

Gluttony is notoriously gluttonous, and legend has it that the gluttonous stomach digests everything.

Umbrella?

Not to mention the umbrella, even if it is a wisp of divine thought in the umbrella, it dares to eat, and it may be supported, but King Kong is a glutton!

"Eat!"

As soon as Cha Duoyu gave the order, he directly threw the umbrella to the little gluttonous King Kong.

Wan Zu in the gray space of the big black umbrella was still full of confidence just now, and he was beaten back to his original form in minutes.

"A little ghost god, a little girl, can actually raise a glutton!"

"Isn't this ancient spirit extinct a long time ago?"

"Where did she find that?"

Wan Zu's face began to look ugly as King Kong's mouth approached the big black umbrella.

He is just a wisp of divine thought now, without any supernatural powers, and he can't stop the tea and fish at all, let alone eating umbrellas, even if he eats himself, it is only a matter of time before he digests it.

"If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan!"

"The master doesn't have the same knowledge as her!"

"The most important thing is to restore strength."

Wan Zu took a few deep breaths, and a voice came out of the big black umbrella: "Keep your pet away, say whatever you want, I'll listen." ”

The tone was full of emotion.

Very dissatisfied.

I'm angry.

Cha Duoyu listened to the voice in the big black umbrella: "Who are you?" What am I called to do? It's not what I want to say, it's what you want to say? If you ask me to do something, have a better attitude and put yourself in the right position! ”

For this kind of thing that hides its head and tail, Cha Duoyu doesn't catch a cold, her time is precious, and it is better to sleep or kill a few wild ghosts if she has time.

"I am the Bodhisattva of the underworld." Wan Zu's voice came from the big black umbrella.

In his view, ghosts and gods are meant to cooperate with the Bodhisattva, the Bodhisattva is a regular worker, and the ghosts and gods are only temporary workers.

"You just do what I say, hurry up and go out to catch a few wild ghosts, preferably at the level of the ghost king, I'm injured and need to recover from the ghost." What Wan Zu said is a matter of course.

In his opinion, this is a matter of course, and your ghost's job is also to hunt ghosts.

Wan Zu had been blinded by Jizang before he retired, and during this time, whether it was the affairs of the underworld or the affairs of Huangquan, he did not know, let alone the world.

He's too unconcerned.

Too lazy.

Almost the laziest of the first bodhisattvas of all ages.

And very naïve.

Up to now, many things have not been thought through by the ancestors, saying that he is the first bodhisattva of the underworld, but if it is not good, he is a puppet, just like the ancient emperors who only loved poetry and songs.

It's just that Wan Zu loves philosophy, and he rules the underworld by doing nothing, and almost kills himself.

And then.

Wan Zu saw that there were many fish in the tea outside the big black umbrella, and his face was disdainful.

The corners of his mouth sneered.

Directly prepared to throw the big black umbrella to the mouth of the little glutton.

Wan Zu was dumbfounded, when did the ghosts and gods in the world become so impure? Is it so difficult to do a little favor to the Bodhisattva?

Wan Zu quickly convinced himself: "Maybe this little girl is still young, and she doesn't know what the concept of Bodhisattva is, or if she has any other ideas. Master Xiao doesn't care about villains, I'll make things clear to you. ”

Wan Zu began to introduce: "What do you ghosts and gods do, what do we Bodhisattvas do, we are a family, I am still the first Bodhisattva of the underworld, now you help me, I will definitely give you ten generations of Ronghua in the future!" ”

Cha Duoyu listened to the big black umbrella in his hand and bragged here: "Still the tenth Ronghua?" Also the first bodhisattva? When I'm a fool? ”

"If a broken umbrella is the first bodhisattva, then I am still the immortal emperor!"

Cha Duoyu sneered: "Tenth Ronghua? Is that to wait until I die before I am reincarnated? Your promise is enough, the blank check is quite fresh and refined, and the knowledge has increased! ”

"You don't believe me?"

"I don't believe it."

"How can you believe it?"

"I can't believe it, I don't even dare to let people see it, how can I believe it."

"I only have a wisp of divine thought left now, and I can't get out."

"The first bodhisattva will only have a wisp of divine thought, then you are really powerful."