Although we often joke that he's just a showy fighter,

it really is just a joke.

Feng Si'er had sent word some time ago that the small temple on Mount Tai was empty.

At the time, Zhou Ze didn't think much of it, empty was empty, but who knew that the Bodhisattva would actually come to Hainan, to Sanya.

Zhou Ze had actually guessed a little about what Old Daoist had done in his previous life. Zhou boss often boasted about what he had done to that Bodhisattva.

Before, everyone was playing a masked game; once out of the masked ballroom, no one knew who anyone was, so naturally, they could all be uninhibited and wild.

But in reality,

all of that was no longer realistic.

A sense of urgency had already arrived.

The Late Night Bookstore crew had only been in Sanya for a few days when that person came as well, which couldn't help but make Zhou Ze think even more.

Compared to that Bodhisattva, the threat of the Sea God could really be ignored.

"How can I save you?"

Zhou Ze asked.

"Blood...blood...blood..."

"Blood?"

"Your...vital blood..."

The Sea God was injured by Di Ting because Di Ting had almost completely drained its blood while on Mount Tai in hell. After its return to the yang realm, it urgently needed to replenish itself and happened to encounter the Sea God.

Without greeting or preamble, Di Ting went straight up and tore the Sea God to pieces, absorbing nearly everything before tossing it aside like trash, leaving it to fend for itself.

Those who have eaten snake meat may not know, but those who have killed snakes certainly do;

you cut off a snake's head, then peel off all its skin and use scissors to cut it open from top to bottom;

even like that, this "snake," like a rubber tube, can still wriggle.

That's how the Sea God was. Although Di Ting didn't bother to completely kill it, its own vitality, as tenacious as a cockroach, was the fundamental reason it was able to drift to where it was now.

Now,

it needed Zhou Ze's vital blood.

Transforming into a dragon was something it didn't dare to think about anymore, nor was it realistic. What it now hoped for was another path.

However, there was already a Death Servitor in the bookstore, and Zhou boss really had no intention of creating an enhanced version;

in addition, Xiao Tudou (Little Potato) was all eaten on this trip. If he were to bleed for this Sea God here again, he might be so weak afterward that he wouldn't even have the strength to struggle.

"Don't even think about it."

Zhou boss refused decisively.

Time was precious, and he was too lazy to continue wasting effort here.

"I...I can...can...recognize you...as...as my master..."

The Sea God's voice was very urgent.

What it wanted now wasn't actually recovery. Asking for Zhou Ze's vital blood earlier was just with the thought that one should always have a dream.

Now, what it most urgently needed was a carrier, a carrier that could allow its remnant soul to be preserved.

Even if it meant sacrificing its freedom for it, it would be worth it.

Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment,

then nodded,

agreeing.

Zhou boss hadn't been without similar things before, some he caught himself, some Feng Si'er sent, but just like some people can't even keep a cactus alive,

Zhou boss's things were also consumed very quickly.

He lightly scratched his palm with his index fingernail, creating a bloody cut, though not much blood dripped out.

Zhou Ze pressed his palm against the sea serpent's head.

A green light flowed out from the sea serpent's head, entering Zhou Ze's body through his palm.

Ordinary people would think carefully before accepting such a thing, because it could be very troublesome if it backfired. A slight mistake could lead to being ousted from one's own position.

However, Zhou boss had Tie Hanhan (Iron Idiot) in his body and really didn't care about this issue.

Just treat it as finding something for Tie Hanhan, who had lost all his figurines, to do for the time being, saving him from being so depressed now. Now that's good, he can play with snake skin himself when he has nothing to do.

The sea serpent entered Zhou Ze's body,

or rather,

it entered a vast sea.

But this sea was completely different from the sea where it was born and raised.

In the center of the sea,

a white bone throne stood towering.

Above the throne,

sat a bare-chested man.

The man rested his head on his right hand, as if dozing off there.

The sea serpent instinctively wanted to approach and say hello,

but,

the man slightly opened his eyes,

just a crack.

The sea serpent was immediately struck by lightning,

and immediately and obediently submerged into the sea, not daring to show its head again.

The man closed his eyes again.

He seemed really sleepy,

as sleepy as Old Daoist.

………………

After taking in the Sea God, Zhou Ze, knowing that the Bodhisattva had already arrived in Sanya, dared not delay any longer and prepared to return to the shore immediately.

Whether to seize the time and leave Sanya quickly or hide in place, he needed to come up with a plan quickly.

The boss was still treading water with iron palms, and Old Zhang Tou made as if to swim over with him.

But he was grabbed by the shoulder by Lawyer An, who was also in the water.

"What are you doing?" Old Zhang Tou asked puzzledly.

"Damn, you can't leave all the dirty work to me, can you?"

"What do you mean?"

Old Zhang Tou had a look of confusion, as if he didn't know anything.

Lawyer An glanced to the side and behind,

and made a "ka" sound in his throat.

Behind them,

the female constable was still soaking in the water, hugging the subordinate she had rescued, seemingly shocked by the scene just now and still unable to recover.

"The boss didn't say anything, you..."

"The boss forgot, but we can't forget. The boss is kind-hearted, but I'm just a bad guy."

Lawyer An said very seriously.

Old Zhang Tou took a deep breath.

"Think about your Old Zhang, think about your Xiao Feng. Your Old Zhang family is now on the same rope as us. Once we're exposed, we're all done."

"Can't you do it alone?"

"I want to see you get dirty too."

………………

The human cities really are completely different from before.

The Bodhisattva and Di Ting walked together on the street. They refused Lu Wenliang's arrangements and just wandered around the city casually.

They walked for a while, then took a sightseeing bus, not knowing where they were going, just walking and looking around randomly.

Even when night fell, the two of them continued to stroll through the city streets.

Fortunately, this amount of exercise really wasn't much for them.

"Bodhisattva, it's time for dinner."

The Bodhisattva nodded.

Di Ting went to a fast-food restaurant across the street, put his hands together in front of the clerk, and begged for alms.

The clerk didn't know why she was so moved that she cried and voluntarily offered two meals, carefully packing them up and handing them to Di Ting.

Then,

the Bodhisattva and Di Ting sat on a bench on the side of the road,

each with a boxed lunch in hand.

They ate just as slowly and deliberately, very seriously.

One should not be picky about what one receives through alms, but treat it with sincerity.

Whether it was back then, as a young novice, or now, in charge of hell, there was no change in the Bodhisattva.

He had not become a Buddha, but he had always lived by the standards of a "Buddha."

Whether or not he was a Buddha was, in his eyes, really just an illusion, a title, and even, it could be said, not worth mentioning.

At this moment, a woman with a strong smell of alcohol came over. She was walking somewhat unsteadily, and as she passed the bench, her high heels twisted, and she fell directly toward Di Ting, who was sitting on the bench.

Di Ting grabbed the boxed lunch in one hand and supported her with the other.

"Slap!"

Who knew that after the woman steadied herself, she would slap Di Ting across the face with her backhand.

"Damn, you dare to grope me, don't you look at your poor appearance!

Let go of me, let go of me, if you don't let go, I'll call for help!"

Di Ting released his hand,

ignored the drunken woman's shouting, and continued to pick up his chopsticks and start eating.

The woman glanced at the two people sitting on the bench and snorted, "Losers!"

The Bodhisattva continued to eat his meal,

Di Ting continued to eat his meal,

on the bench,

there was only the sound of chewing food.

The woman must have been in a very bad mood, otherwise she wouldn't have drunk so much, but no matter how bad your temper is, you can't continue to vent your anger on two lumps of cotton.

She immediately took out her car keys from her handbag, opened a Maserati next to her, and got in.

The car started,

the engine made a series of noises,

and sped away.

The Bodhisattva put down the boxed lunch in his hand,

and Di Ting looked at the Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva pursed his lips

and said:

"Thirsty."

Di Ting got up and went to a milk tea shop called "Gan Cha Du" behind him to beg for alms.

The two young clerks cried again,

and the customers waiting in line next to them were really confused, and some were still questioning why beggars could cut in line.

The two clerks threw away the milk tea and juice that they had just prepared for the customers,

crying and saying, "These are all made with rotten fruit, not fresh, we're going to replace them with fresh ones for everyone."

The customers in line: "............"

Di Ting brought a cup of juice over

and handed it to the Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva took the juice,

took a sip,

and then continued to pick up his chopsticks and start finishing the remaining boxed lunch.

One should beg for as much as one can eat, and one must not waste a single bit.

Finally,

the Bodhisattva finished the boxed lunch.

Di Ting also finished eating, took the juice that the Bodhisattva hadn't finished, and drank it himself.

"Not full, are you?"

The Bodhisattva asked Di Ting.

"I don't dare to eat freely."

Di Ting smiled somewhat naively, his lips were also a little pale on his thin face.

"Following me, you've suffered, you've been hungry for so many years."

"If it weren't for following the Bodhisattva, I would have been gone long ago."

Just then, another tour bus came along in front.

The Bodhisattva stood up. Now that he had eaten, he could continue to stroll around. He would walk when there was a road, and get on the bus when there was one, going wherever he pleased.

Di Ting, on the other hand, put away the boxed lunch and juice and walked to the trash can not far away to throw them away.

The Bodhisattva stood under the platform waiting.

This bus stopped and then drove away.

Only then did Di Ting come over. He had been delayed, causing the Bodhisattva to miss the bus just now.

"Why so long?" the Bodhisattva asked.

Di Ting scratched his head, somewhat shy,

and said:

"I was separating the dry and wet trash."