human suffering

Chapter 1234 I'm ashamed today

Giving Bowl Arhat just now heard Mu En's constant pleading for help, and was very upset.

Why can't you be a little bit more responsible?
Pushing Cai Gen out just now shattered all his bones, and he struggled to stand up, how much threat could it be?

Besides, even if there is a threat, can't I think of a way?

Why is there no subjective initiative at all?
How did such a useless Fairy Moon Palace cheat so many great people?

Hey, the rumors are unbelievable.

It is estimated that those big shots have already calculated, but they just put on an illusion to make her cheat.

Complaining about Mu En in his heart, the arhat raised his bowl and quickened his pace. He really didn't have enough confidence in Mu En, so he had to finish the job quickly so that he could feel at ease.

Relying on my induction, I finally arrived at my destination.

But the scene in front of him made the Bowl Arhat confused.

What's happening here?
Newspapers and magazines scattered all over the place, piles of various books, and a lot of CDs and videotapes are mixed inside. At first glance, it looks like a dilapidated place.

Shouldn't it be solemn?
What's up with this random scene?

Did you go to the wrong place?

After walking around the sundries twice, but didn't find what I expected, the Bowl Arhat was a little annoyed.

Suddenly, there was a voice in the pile of debris.

"Brother, are you there? Brother."

The voice is relatively immature, as if young.

The arhat who raised his bowl didn't care about appearances. It's normal for old guys to pretend to be young, so you can't use common sense to speculate.

Without hesitation about the other party's words, he followed the voice and climbed up the pile of debris. After searching randomly, a small red coffin was exposed in the middle of the pile of debris.

It is said to be a small coffin, but the coffin is not small at all. Even if the arhat holding a bowl stands on the pile of debris, it is not as tall as the coffin.

It’s just that it’s much smaller than expected by the Bowl Arhat. After all, the ancestral souls just now were all of such a large size, and the coffin that normally stores Gonggong’s remains should also be large.

After completely cleaning up the sundries on the coffin, the arhat raised his bowl and stood beside the coffin, hesitating a bit.

so common?

Is the coffin with Gong Gong's remains so common?

Don't talk about geniuses and treasures, there should always be coffins and coffins, right?

Just such a lonely small coffin, made of extremely ordinary materials, made the arhat who lifted the bowl think for a while, did he find the wrong place?

I turned around the small coffin, and then turned around again, and I'm sure, I didn't find the wrong place.

If there is really Gong Gong's remains here, it must be in this small coffin.

Who was it that spoke just now?
Is Gong Gong not dead?
How could it be put in a coffin if it wasn't dead?

The arhat raised his bowl and carefully revealed the golden body of the arhat, and patted the small coffin with his hands.

"Who's in there? Don't play tricks."

The arhat who raised his bowl was able to reply, which seemed to make the people in the coffin extremely happy.

Hearty laughter came from the coffin, kind of crazy.

"Ah, an outsider, it turns out to be an outsider, and he's not dumb.

Great, tell me quickly, is One Piece over?

For the rest of my life, this has always been a thought I can't let go of. I'm really afraid that I won't be able to wait for that day.

By the way, how many seasons has Evil Force been released, has that little angel turned back to evil?
It is said that the theatrical version of Poison Master was released, and Boss Tong did not send it to me. I have always wanted to see what the final outcome of Xiaofen is. I am really curious.

And, and, huh?
How did you come here?

Didn't my people bother you?
Oh, I fell asleep just now, and I didn't pay attention, so you held it all with the bowl.

Either way, save them from bothering me.

You have such great ability, why don't you send them away.

I can send it anywhere, and I'm so upset that I'm tossing around here every day.

The more you say you can't go out, the more they won't listen.

It's all for their own good, I just don't understand.

Hey, who made me feel sorry for them, I can't beat them, and I can't scold them.

So does the stinky cook, why is he so narrow-minded?
Am I just on the wrong track?
Besides, I paid the price.

The whole family, old and young, are all in the house, what do you want me to do?
It is said in the book that if young people make mistakes, God can forgive them.

I have never seen God, but I was so young back then.

Brother, do you know God?
You call him over, talk about it, and forgive me.

No, you should lead God to the stinky cook, and persuade him well, forgive me.

If you can help me make this matter clear, it will be in your favor.

Many of the small discs out there are orphans, and I allow you to take three of them.

Uh, let’s take one, three is a bit much.”

The arhat holding his bowl was outside the coffin, his brain was buzzing.

What kind of mess is this? Could it be that after staying here for a long time, and finally meeting an outsider, the chatterbox can't be stopped when it opens.

I am in a hurry, and being able to hear this patiently is already considered a deep-seated arhat. It is a mule or a horse, and it must be pulled out for a walk.

"Don't bullshit me, I want to see what you are."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pushed the lid of the coffin with all his might.

After getting it, it was beyond the expectation of the Bowl Arhat.

The coffin lid was really an ordinary wooden plank, and it seemed to be opened frequently, without any mechanism to fix it, it was lifted very easily.

A puff of thick smoke gushed out from the coffin, startling the arhat who was holding a bowl.

Due to too much force, the coffin lid was lifted and flew out, falling far, far away.

The thick smoke dissipated, and the arhat who raised his bowl no longer hesitated, put his foot on his feet, and looked into the coffin with his head.

"Brother, why throw it so far?

I'm running out of cigarettes here, I'll definitely pick it up for me later.

Coincidentally, I also take a change of air, and it's not very good to keep smoking inside.

My old waist is lying on the ground. "

Moji's words didn't stop, and the person inside the coffin sat up, wanting to stretch.

But at this time, the head of the Bowl-holding Arhat poked in, and a meeting ceremony came directly.

Moreover, this meeting ceremony was a bit fierce and blunt, and neither party restrained themselves.

The arhat holding a bowl thinks that he has a golden body of an arhat, even if he is made of iron, I can also forge an iron, just smash your head with one blow, and it will be settled once and for all, so you don't have to worry about it.

As for the person in the coffin, since he hadn’t moved his body for a long time, he stretched his waist halfway, and was feeling refreshed. He wanted to stop halfway, but he was a bit reluctant, so he just let himself go and made his posture full.

"when!"

There was a sound of metal impact, and then a powerful shock wave spread out from the coffin as the center, blowing debris into the air.

A loud curse sounded from the coffin.

"Fuck, why are you so tough?

Hey, brother, don't go, what are you doing?

You pick up my coffin lid back.

I did not do it on purpose
Come back, don't run away.

I have good things here, come back and I will give you good things."

The arhat holding his bowl covered his face, didn't dare to say a word, and ran towards Mu En.

Fortunately, the person in the coffin just shouted with his mouth, and did not chase him out.

Even so, it didn't give the panic-raising arhat much sense of security.

It's over, it's sloppy, it's a shame today.

(End of this chapter)