Heaven's Last Big Boss

Such a big man, no matter how detached, must pay attention to his own face.

Even if Master Avalokitesvara intends to sit here and give them advice, how could Master Avalokitesvara sit down and drink tea by himself if he, a little monk, didn't speak up.

The so-called opportunity, in fact, is often between those two sentences.

Zhou Zheng walked forward and bowed to the Buddha, and said respectfully: "Bodhisattva, please take your seat."

Master Avalokitesvara nodded with a smile and walked slowly forward. Li Zhiyong quickly brought a dining chair and placed it in the middle of the living room.

"Thank you."

Master Guanyin said in a warm voice, sitting in a natural and casual posture, and his eyes fell on Li Zhiyong who walked back behind Zhou Zheng.

She asked, "How is the revered master recently?"

Li Zhiyong lowered his head to avoid Master Guanyin's sight, and said respectfully: "Thank you for your concern, Master, there is no trace of the master, and the disciple does not know how the master is doing."

"Taibaijinxing should be unhindered."

Guanyin said with a smile: "But you don't have to worry too much. Your master came to see me the year before last and told me about a few dreams he had happened by accident. He also mentioned that he accepted you as a young disciple."

Li Zhiyong's smile was slightly embarrassed.

Zhou Zheng knew about it. In fact, this guy felt a little bit resentful towards the teacher who asked his dream to accept his apprentice and ran away after accepting it.

Living alone is pretty hard.

"Bodhisattva," Zhou Zheng took the initiative, "disciple..."

"Before the poor monk, you must not call yourself a disciple."

"Eh?" Zhou Zheng was confused, "Who was I in my previous life?"

"Not to be said."

Master Avalokitesvara showed a smile on his face: "One is that the secret must not be exposed, and the other is that the timing is not enough."

"Bodhisattva, I really have doubts in my heart, can you please explain one or two for me."

"You can."

Zhou Zheng simply asked the questions in his heart one by one:

"What is my weird golden wheel vision?"

Master Avalokitesvara's voice sounded in Zhou Zheng's ears, but the others only vaguely felt that Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva was speaking, but they couldn't hear what they were talking about.

She said: "The ban imposed by the Great Heavenly Venerable on you."

"Why did he block me?"

"You are his pawn and the key to heaven's comeback."

Master Guanyin said slowly:

"The turmoil more than three hundred years ago was just the beginning of this catastrophe. Yang Jian is now trapped in the Heavenly Court, and Wukong is now locked in Lingshan. They are two sunspots, but you are a white one.

"You are all involuntary, and you were selected by two chess players."

Zhou Zheng nodded half-understood, and asked again: "In other words, my memory was also erased?"

"In 300 years, you have gone through ten reincarnations, and this life is your last chance.

"However, having a body of pure yang for nine lifetimes has given you a solid foundation in cultivation, and doing good deeds and accumulating virtue for nine lifetimes has also allowed you to gather great luck."

Guanyin said slowly:

"The only ones who know about this matter are the Queen Mother, the Empress Dowager, and the poor monk. The reason why the red boy was able to go out smoothly this time is because the poor monk deliberately indulged him. It is logical to come here to meet you."

"Thank you Bodhisattva for clearing my confusion," Zhou Zheng asked again, "Then what should I do?"

"be yourself."

Guanyin sighed softly, with a hint of compassion in his eyes.

"The great catastrophe has begun, the great Tianzun is dead, and everything is irreversible."

"Dead?" Zhou Zheng's eyes widened.

"Dead."

"Bodhisattva, the Great Tianzun is not the Jade Emperor, the ruler of the Three Realms, who claims to have achieved the true fruit after countless calamities."

"It's him," Avalokitesvara sighed, "He wants to die with the Dao of Heaven, but unfortunately, the Dao of Heaven is recovering in Yang Jian's body now, even if he fights with all the immortals and Buddhas in the sky, he will not be able to defeat the Dao of Heaven in the end."

Zhou Zheng frowned tightly, and suddenly said: "Is the way of heaven perfect?"

"Not yet," Guanyin said with a smile, "but it will be soon."

Zhou Zheng scratched his eyebrows.

Sure enough, there were other secrets behind the accident 300 years ago, but these were too far away from him as a little monk.

Zhou Zheng was actually very grateful that the Bodhisattva could say so much to him.

Heizi, Baizi, and Tianzun are dead.

Inexplicably, Zhou Zheng felt a sour feeling in his heart, as if he suddenly heard about the death of his old friend, and he had a complicated emotion that he couldn't describe now.

Zhou Zheng sighed: "Bodhisattva, I have one last question... Is it possible to restore my past life memory?"

"Didn't you throw it away?" Bodhisattva asked back.

"Lost it?"

"That's right," Master Guanyin said slowly, "During your first reincarnation, you said three words to yourself."

"what?"

"be yourself."

Zhou Zheng was slightly taken aback.

Master Guanyin floated up slowly, with a jade bottle in his hand, a willow branch was inserted in the bottle, a willow leaf flew slowly, and disappeared behind Zhou Zheng's head.

"This is the purpose of this poor monk's trip, to bring you a leaf of wisdom, which may be useful in the future.

"Do you need other treasures?"

"It's gone, the Bodhisattva can solve my doubts for me, it's a great... er, that."

Zhou Zheng was a little embarrassed to speak, and asked in a low voice: "Do you have more of that kind of lotus platform that can emit pure spiritual energy?"

Guanyin showed a gentle smile. Although the corners of his mouth were twitching slightly, he still did not curse, showing extremely high tolerance and self-cultivation.

That is, a cloud of mist appeared under the feet of Guanyin Bodhisattva, Mu Zha, and Hei Xiong Jing at the same time.

Immediately leave!

Zhou Zheng sneered, and with a flash of light in his heart, he hurriedly asked, "Bodhisattva, how can I undo the seal left by the Great Heavenly Venerable?"

"The time has not come."

The figure of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva slowly floated up, becoming more faint, and his voice echoed back and forth in the living room:

"Zhou Zheng, right now you are just muddled.

"Only when you meet the person who is destined to erase the peach blossom birthmark on your buttocks, can you undo the ban on your back and find your own way.

"Remember, if you gather luck, you will have to bear the troubles that luck brings to you.

"This world is dying, and the road ahead is difficult and difficult. I hope you will cherish it."

The figure of the three big brothers has gradually disappeared.

Zhou Zheng hurriedly said: "Bodhisattva!"

A response came from outside the door: "Huh?"

"There is no lotus platform, but lotus seeds are actually fine."

"Take it!"

Whoa!Avalokitesvara is fierce!

Zhou Zheng shivered, seeing a few light spots floating from outside the door, he quickly held them in both hands, and couldn't help grinning.

But the three people beside him and the Persian cat hiding in the corner all set their eyes on Zhou Zheng's buttocks, causing Zhou Zheng to shudder several times.

……

Beyond the blue star, above that 'thin' atmosphere.

Avalokitesvara stands on the lotus platform with his Dharma appearance, while Mu Zha and Hei Xiong Jing stand on the left and right.

She stared at the star, with a hint of thought in her eyes.

Mu Zha asked: "Teacher, what do you mean by those words you said to Zhou Zheng?"

"About the ban he bears."

Guanyin slowly withdrew his gaze, and with a kind smile, said gently: "What do you two think of Zhou Zheng?"

The strong man turned into a black bear showed a slight smile: "Very good."

Mu Zha said: "My disciple thinks that he is a bit too smokey."

Guanyin said with a smile: "This is not a bad thing."

"Teacher," Hei Xiong Jing said, "Can I stay here for a while, hide my name and ignore trivial matters, just want to increase my knowledge and learn more skills."

"Yes," Guanyin waved his hand lightly.

The hoop on the top of Black Bear Jing's head flickered brightly, and golden lines appeared on his body surface. These lines disappeared quickly, but they untied his primordial spirit.

"Thank you teacher."

Hei Xiong Jing saluted, then transformed, the purple gold cassock turned into a black suit, his muscles bulging, saluted again and again, turned around and turned into a streamer to return to Blue Star.

Mu Zha asked in a low voice: "Teacher, should the disciple supervise him?"

Avalokitesvara glanced at him, and Mu Zha laughed sarcastically. Compared with the black bear spirit, he was not too restrained.

"Let's go," Avalokitesvara said in a slow voice, "I will go see an old friend with my teacher first, and then return to Luojia Mountain. You are not lucky enough to move around too much in this chaotic world."

"Who is the teacher going to see? Is there any senior expert here?"

"It's not considered an expert, but now it can be regarded as not weak," Guanyin said with a smile, "You will recognize him when you see him."

Mu Zha's eyes were full of light: "Who? My disciple is very curious. Teacher, please tell my disciple."

"He has been a monster in Fuling Mountain for several years, and now he calls himself Uncle Fu, calling Zhou Zheng's nephew every day to take advantage of others, and staying here is to repay Zhou Zheng's kindness for saving his life in his previous life."

Mu Zha stared: "The envoy of the clean altar is also in Blue Star?"

Avalokitesvara smiled and said nothing, the lotus platform turned slightly, and found the "stationary" space station.

"Isn't it right here?"

Behind the face-sized glass, Fu Bo shook his stomach, listening to the melodious classical music, trying to pour a box of canned food into his mouth.

Chapter 67 The strategic weapon of the Futian League!

When the Three Heavenly Immortals guarding the Twelve Cities of the East China Sea arrived at the squad villa, they saw the disappearing three heroes of Luo Jia and the remnants of Buddha's light and charm in the house...

Xiaoyue's whole dog is not well!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could Master Guanyin appear in such a remote place like ours!"

Bing Ning glanced at the room, nodded slightly: "It should have been here."

Feng Tong was much more direct, smiling and approaching Zhou Zheng, and bumped him with his elbow.

"Hey, what's the benefit? Let's open our eyes, the Bodhisattva will not come empty-handed, right? All three of her family's thugs are trapped here."

Zhou Zheng chuckled, turned his left hand over, revealing the six lotus seeds in his palm.

A wisp of fragrance drifted through the house, and all the immortals felt refreshed.

Xiaoyue suddenly became nervous, turned around and ran to the door, closed the anti-theft door, and then arranged a few barriers, then looked at Zhou Zheng's palm with lingering fear.

It knows the goods, and said in a low voice: "The lotus seeds of the virtuous golden lotus!"

"Golden lotus of merit and virtue?" Feng Tong leaned closer to observe carefully, "Isn't that a treasure of Buddhism? How could a Bodhisattva give it away so easily, it should be a lotus seed of the second and third generation."

"The second-generation lotus seeds only imply the Buddha's light, and they can cultivate eight-grade lotus stands," Xiaoyue explained with staring eyes, "Look at the folds on these lotus seeds, each fold is the imprint of a lotus petal, and one has eleven petals! All of them can produce top-quality little treasure lotuses! The other five have nine and ten petals, which are obviously capable of cultivating ninth-grade and ten-grade lotuses!"