Journey to the West: People are in heaven, working from nine to five

Chapter 666: I Tusheng is a fairy tale, a little boy who sells ashes!
  King Jiang III sent his greetings to Lingji Bodhisattva and his whole family in his heart!
  If Chu Hao hadn't stopped him, King Jiang III would have rushed up and slapped Lingji Bodhisattva. If Chu Hao hadn't killed Lingji Bodhisattva, King Jiang III would have wanted to kill him!
  I'm sick, isn't it? !
  Within the Three Realms, among the gods and Buddhas, even if you go to the River of Blood and the Sea of ​​Styx to propose marriage to Heavenly Concubine Wumo, it would be better than kidnapping the God of Law Enforcement and Prison of the Three Realms!

Isn’t it good to be alive?
  Prince Jiang III turned around and left without any intention of looking back.

Lingji Bodhisattva originally thought that King Jing III came to fish for him and that he would finally be saved.

But the cruel turn of King Jiang III made Lingji Bodhisattva so scared that he burst into tears, angry and frightened.

"Don't go, this is really not the case. Besides, creating disasters is also a task given by Buddha! Save me, don't go..."

Lingji Bodhisattva's physical body has been half destroyed at this moment, and he has basically lost half of his life.

Chu Hao looked at King Jiang III Ming with a joking look on his face.
  "Hey, he said that Buddha ordered him to kidnap me. Is there such a thing?"

King Jiang III Ming was so panicked that he waved his hands repeatedly and shouted:

"Don't listen to his nonsense. Don't spread rumors if you don't believe them!"

"Who are you, that strong man? We in Xitian don't have a young man like you. You have been expelled from Buddhism. Please stop engaging in illegal activities in the name of Xitian!"

Very simply, he was expelled from Buddhism on the spot!
  Lingji Bodhisattva cried when he saw it, I really am not, I really don’t have it, wuwuwuwu!

It was all a misunderstanding. He was a fishing law enforcement officer, and I was just a stupid fish caught.

Prince Ming of the Third Generation never looked back.
  Buddha will understand me.

Chu Hao suddenly said:

"stop!"

For a moment, King Jiang III Ming wanted to turn around and run away.

But he is still relatively confident. If the prison god wants to kill him, he will definitely die.

It’s so funny that you can’t escape at all, okay?
  Then, Prince Ming of the Third Generation turned his head, lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully:
  "Prison God, do you have any advice? If necessary, we at Xitian will provide free salvation services and raise the ashes of Lingji Bodhisattva."

"It turns into spring mud to protect flowers. This is the great mercy of Lingji Bodhisattva."

Under the wind and nothingness, Lingji Bodhisattva sticks to his soul.

But when I heard this, my heart felt cold, so cold.

The third generation of King Ming has already planned to turn himself into spring mud to protect the flower capital?

Damn it, why do the people of the West bother the people of the West?

Lingji Bodhisattva also felt that he might really have no chance to save himself. For a moment, he was filled with sadness that could not be cut off.

Chu Hao smiled and said to Prince Ming of the Third Generation:
  "Ah, since you want the ashes of Lingji Bodhisattva so much, it will be easy to handle. This is the case."

"Do you think his share of ashes is worth two acquired treasures?"

King Jiang III Ming: "???"

Sun Wukong: "??!"

Zhu Bajie: "?!!"

King Huangfeng: "!!!"

I, Cao, do you still have this kind of operation?
  For a moment, Prince Ming of Jiang III doubted his own world view.

Not only did King Jiang III think it was a little outrageous, but even Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie were shocked.

Damn it, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen such an elegant, easy-going, business-minded boss.

The ashes of the half-step quasi-sage strongman from Xitian were crushed and ashes were spread. He was not dead yet, and he was about to sell the ashes of Lingji Bodhisattva. Lingji Bodhisattva’s whole body is full of treasures.

Maximum utilization of resources is achieved.

Combining the real economy with the virtual economy and using ashes as packaging is actually selling a belief that allows Xitian to pay for their own theory of cause and effect.

Everyone had really thought about this kind of operation, and they were even more amazed.

Before they entered industrialization, Chu Hao had already integrated the business of arresting people, convicting people, executing people, cremating people, and selling ashes into an industrial chain!

The next step is to launch the package of six reincarnation selections, and Chu Hao will realize the closed loop that Xitian has dreamed of for a long time.

Absolute, absolutely absolutely!

Real boss, I'm willing to give in!
  Chu Hao looked at King Jiang III Ming with great sincerity.
  "I am very sincere. Of course, I am not forcing you to buy it. This kind of thing can be discussed by everyone."

King Jiang III Ming waved his hands repeatedly, with a look of madness on his face, but he still had to control his tone to be gentle and polite.

"No, no, we in the West are very particular about fate. The ashes of Lingji Bodhisattva are buried in this yellow maple forest. It is also fate. I believe he himself is very satisfied."

Lingji Bodhisattva has been blown to pieces with half of his body and half of his soul.
  When he heard Chu Hao's devilish operation of selling ashes, and Prince Jiang III's scattering of ashes casually, Lingji Bodhisattva lost his mind on the spot.

The entire body was shattered in an instant, and a pile of ashes was swept up in the wind of nothingness.

Before dying, Lingji Bodhisattva roared angrily,
  "What a ruthless and unjust Xitian. A catastrophe is coming. The third generation of Mingwang descends. I curse you to death. I curse Xitian to be bloodbathed by the devil!"

Lingji Bodhisattva was completely gone, the physical soul was completely shattered, and even the true spirit was destroyed by the emptiness and wind.

The third generation King Ming could not help but feel a little ugly when he heard that Lingji Bodhisattva cursed Xitian before he died.

What does Chu Hao, the murderer, have to do with me, the Third Ming King? What does it have to do with my Western Heaven?

Chu Hao saw that King Jiang III Ming looked unhappy, and he comforted him enthusiastically:

"Don't listen to him. Does it have to be a demonic attack on Lingshan? I think that kind of thing should be diversified. For example, I can do it, Sun Wukong can do it, and Zhu Bajie can do it."

"There can be no racial discrimination or sex discrimination in this matter. Everyone has this opportunity, so don't worry."

Prince Jiang III said with a dark face, "Thank you."

Good guy, you are not a son of man!

Did you comfort a ghost?
  Chu Hao grabbed a ball of ashes and placed it in front of Prince Jiang III.

Chu Hao shouted softly and softly:
  "Ashes are sold, ashes are sold! Young man, buy a box of ashes!"

"Newly baked ones are so cheap."

The little boy who sells ashes!
  Prince Jiang III Ming's face was completely dark, with no luster at all. He was already confused by Chu Hao's anger.

My blood pressure is a bit out of control.

However, King Jiang III was a sensible person after all. He was angry at this moment, and the next second he became ashes in Chu Hao's hands.

King Jiang III Ming gritted his teeth, firmly maintained the stiff smile on his face, and said:
  "Thank you if you don't buy it. I have something else to do, so I'll take the first step."

Chu Hao timidly said:
  "Old uncle, if you don't buy my ashes, I'll let you go see your grandma."

King Jiang III Ming was about to cry for a moment.

He really has never thought of such a trick!

Are all the little boys selling ashes so wild now?
  (End of this chapter)