After leaving the post office, Wang Ye turned around and came to Zhang Ziliang's office.
The two chatted for three hours before Wang Ye left.
About half an hour after Wang Ye left, Zhang Ziliang made a phone call and also went out.
Next stop...
Home.
At this time, the Long-eared Buddha was sitting cross-legged on the relic with some resentment. He looked at Wang Ye and said, "Donor, can you stop leaving me at home all the time."
"No matter what, I am a Buddha after all."
"You have to give me a sense of presence, otherwise I won't be able to feel my own value, and I'll be very panicked."
Wang Ye glanced at him lightly: "In the next few days, your role will come out."
"In about four days, I will enter a secret realm."
"Anyway, in that secret realm, I need everyone's attention."
"Cooperate with me!"
"understand?"
Hearing Wang Ye's words, the long-eared Buddha's eyes lit up instantly, and even his back straightened a lot: "Don't worry, this is my specialty!"
"In just one day at most, I will make you the only one in the audience!"
"My reputation for having long ears is not in vain!"
As he spoke, he seemed to be afraid that Wang Ye wouldn't believe it, so he patted his chest, but unfortunately it didn't have any substance, and his fist came out directly from his chest.
...
"what's your name?"
Wang Ye suddenly looked at him with deep meaning.
"Long ears..."
The long-eared Buddha was a little confused at first and said subconsciously, but after seeing Wang Ye's eyes becoming more and more dangerous, he suddenly had a hint of understanding: "Master, my name is Xiao Xiaoliu." '
"Um."
Wang Ye nodded with satisfaction.
Brainwashing needs to be done step by step.
At the beginning, the big stick should be used hard to impress the incident deeply in his mind. Later, he should be gentler and occasionally give a piece of candy.
With Chang Er's IQ, he would probably forget his identity as the Long Ear Buddha in Lingshan within a month at most.
"By the way, Master, please allow Xiao Xiaoliu to say one more word."
"Is the secret realm you mentioned called Yaochi?"
The long-eared Buddha seemed to suddenly think of something and looked at Wang Ye and asked.
Wang Ye was startled and looked at the Long-eared Buddha with a hint of interest in his eyes: "Do you know? Or did you also go to that battle that year?"
The long-eared Buddha shook his head slowly.
"No, at that time I was spreading the Buddha's light in Lingshan... No, I was forced by those bald donkeys to deceive people, so I didn't participate."
"And in the Yaochi back then, except for the threat from the owner of the Yaochi, other people were not afraid."
"So there is no need to mobilize troops and mobilize people."
"It's just that they were too arrogant at the time, so they accidentally let the Lord of Yaochi seal Yaochi at the cost of his life and write new rules."
"Because of this incident, Buddha was very angry and punished many people."
Even after so many years, Long-Eared Buddha still felt lucky when he mentioned this matter again.
If he had given up back then...
Among those who were punished, he might be the one who would be punished.
…
Buddhist country.
At this time, most of the entire Buddhist country has been reduced to ruins, and flames are still burning faintly on the ruins of buildings.
The corpses of monks can be seen everywhere on the ground.
It looked very miserable.
However, although the war was very cruel, many people still took advantage of this opportunity to increase their strength by leaps and bounds.
Too much blood...
Everywhere.
There has been a real fight between the top management, after all, too many people on both sides have died.
Now it's not even just the so-called battle for the Buddha's throne.
That's just the ultimate goal.
Who doesn’t have a few friends anymore? One of you will die, and one of my friends will die.
Then the fight continues.
A few more people died here...
Back and forth, unable to clear out at all.
In layman's terms, it's a red eye. As the day when the Buddhas return gets closer, they have completely fallen into madness.
In particular, the two forces split into three parties.
If you want to truly win, you need to kill all the others before the Buddhas return.
At this subtle moment, a man in a cloak entered Qingfeng Village. He didn't know what they were talking about. Anyway, half an hour later, Qingfeng Village became chaotic.
A group of old guys started walking around.
Even a few middle-aged farmers picked up hoes, dug directly into the ground, and dug out coffins one after another.
Then, they just carried the coffin and set off.
He has high morale and exudes murderous aura.
He's obviously going to get ruthless.
…
"Time is running out. Your foundation is better than I thought, but it's not enough!"
Lu Dongbin said with a cold face.
At this time, Mao Yongan was in ragged clothes, lying on the ground like a dead dog, panting heavily.
As for Lu Dongbin's words, he simply ignored them.
There is no other way. Whenever this guy opens his mouth, it will always be sarcastic. At first, he felt ashamed, but after hearing it too much, that's all.
Lu Dongbin was obviously helpless about Mao Yongan's condition.
Then he took out a wooden barrel and threw it on the ground.
Then he took out an unknown herb and threw it in.
Those herbs quickly melted into the water in the barrel, making them look yellow and smelly.
"Go in and soak."
"Absorb with all your strength!"
As if he disliked the smell, Lu Dongbin controlled himself and flew up a little further.
Mao Yongan's face fell at this moment.
"Senior, this is a joke, right?"
"It must be a joke!"
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the bucket next to him was like the most terrifying abyss, which he couldn't bear to look into.
...
"Get in!"
Lu Dongbin seemed a little impatient. He waved his hand, and with a wave of mental energy, he directly lifted Mao Yongan up, and then slammed him into the barrel.
I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but after Mao Yongan entered the barrel, his mental energy shook, causing Mao Yongan's steps to become a little unsteady, and his whole body was submerged in the liquid.
Very viscous.
Lu Dongbin's face looked a little ugly at this time, as if he had accidentally scratched himself by flying sand, and it flew up a little higher again.
At this time, everything Mao Yongan could see was filled with viscous liquid.
Smelling the stench around him, he almost vomited.
But at the same time, his body became very hot, and the mental power in his mind boiled even more.
Mao Yongan's face turned red for a moment, and he roared subconsciously.
This feeling is simply wonderful.
Strength is flying!
Although the liquid was still very smelly, Mao Yongan fell in love with the taste.
Lu Dongbin looked at this scene and shook his head, looking very hurt: "You are really taking advantage of me. I never enjoyed this back then."
"Sure enough, a genius who surpasses all others in skills is ultimately no better than a single loser."
Lu Dongbin sighed.
