indianbanksassociation Chapter 136 Your magical treasures are not as numerous as mine! The Two Western Saints: What, are we
Chapter 136 Your magical treasures are not as numerous as mine! The Two Western Saints: What, are we
Xing Tian's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets.
Pointing at Dijiang's bloodied and mangled back.
"Big...Big Brother?!"
"You're not dead?!"
"I saw how pitifully you were screaming just now."
"I thought you were going to die here!"
Dijiang waved his hand dismissively and spat out a look of disdain.
"Tch, it's just acting!"
"Your elder brother is the Ancestral Witch of Space, with thick skin and tough flesh!"
"This is just a superficial wound; it didn't even cut through my dermis. It's nothing!"
"If I don't scream louder, will that mad dog stop?"
"That's called tactical weakness!"
Looking at the knife wounds on Dijiang's back that were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zhao Gongming standing at a distance.
I couldn't help but give a thumbs up and exclaim in genuine amazement.
"Holy crap..."
"Truly the most shameless person in the primordial world!"
"It's not just that it's shameless, its health bar is incredibly thick too!"
"A pure tank and a scoundrel!"
At this point, Di Jun and Bai Ze were too lazy to bother with this stubborn person anymore.
He snorted coldly and turned back to the Demon Court.
Lu Ya was with Wuzhiqi, who had just received a new toy.
Excited, it transformed into a stream of light and descended to the mortal realm.
I'm going to find a few unlucky monsters to test the power of my damn stabbing.
Outside the South Heavenly Gate, only the three members of the Wu Clan and Zhao Gongming remained.
Dijiang waved his hand and spoke to Xingtian and Jiufeng.
"Alright, that's enough excitement. You two should go back to the Pangu Palace."
"I have some personal matters to attend to."
After sending my younger siblings away.
Dijiang turned around, and his arrogant and shameless expression vanished instantly.
He rubbed his two large, fan-like hands together, taking small, quick steps.
With a fawning smile plastered on his face, he moved closer to Zhao Gongming.
"Hehehe... Brother Zhao..."
"My nephew?"
Zhao Gongming was stunned by this title and took a step back warily.
"Uncle-Master, what are you up to now?"
"I don't have any money on me!"
Dijiang blushed and said awkwardly.
"It's not about the money..."
"I just wanted to ask... could you teach your teacher uncle the secret to making friends?"
"Uncle-Master, I... really want to make friends!"
"I don't want to get beaten up wherever I go!"
Looking at Dijiang's little eyes, full of longing and grievance.
Zhao Gongming was stunned.
"this……"
"Uncle-Master Dijiang...has finally come to his senses?!"
……
"Uncle-Master, what do you mean by this?"
"The secret to making friends?"
"Aren't you supposed to be the number one social butterfly in the primordial world...?"
"No, wait, the biggest troublemaker in the primordial world?"
Dijiang's rugged old face blushed slightly, a rare occurrence.
He scratched his bald head somewhat embarrassedly and said awkwardly.
"Oh dear, nephew, you don't understand me at all."
"Actually, you can tell that all I've done—extorting money from people everywhere, faking accidents everywhere—"
"I'm not after that piece of junk!"
"I just... I just want to get everyone's attention!"
I want to make friends with everyone!
Dijiang sighed, his tone revealing a hint of loneliness and grievance.
"However, my method is clearly wrong."
"When I was born, I was very straightforward and only knew how to use my fists to express myself."
"Besides, I don't have many friends, and I don't know how to make friends."
"After all, within the Witch Clan, everyone is a brother or sister with blood ties, and they're used to playing around and bickering."
"Going out and making friends with strangers... I really don't know how!"
At this point, Dijiang stared intently at Zhao Gongming.
His eyes were filled with a thirst for knowledge.
"You're different, my junior disciple!"
"Your friends are all over the world!"
"Disciples of the three religions all listen to you, and the prince of the demon race calls you brother."
"Even I, the most ill-tempered of the Ancestral Witches, am your good friend!"
"How about... you teach me, junior disciple?"
How can I become as popular as you?
Seeing Dijiang's tough-guy tears and his earnest pursuit of knowledge despite being a school bully, I was struck by his appearance.
Zhao Gongming remained silent.
He never expected that this powerful ancestral witch of space would be so formidable.
The underlying logic of causing trouble everywhere.
It's because of... social anxiety and a lack of love?!
What an epic level of unexpected cuteness!
"well……"
Zhao Gongming sighed deeply and patted Dijiang on the shoulder.
"Alright, since you're so eager to learn, Uncle-Master, I'll guide you."
"Then come with me. Let's start by practicing in the easy mode."
"Go find my two martial uncles, Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi!"
"After all, these two are considered to have the best personalities among all the quasi-saints in the entire prehistoric world."
"They're also your peers, so communication will be easier."
Upon hearing this, Dijiang slapped his thigh in excitement.
"Okay, I'll do as you say!"
"I'll definitely do my best!"
"I'll try to make two good friends today!"
……
Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.
Zhao Gongming, accompanied by Dijiang, had just torn through space and descended in front of the Taoist temple.
"My two senior uncles, Gongming has arrived..."
Zhao Gongming was about to give a polite greeting.
Never thought.
Boom! Boom!
Two terrifying quasi-saintly pressures erupted instantly!
There stood the Old Ancestor Hongyun and the Great Immortal Zhenyuanzi.
Like startled birds, they darted out of the Taoist temple in an instant.
Hongyun gripped the talisman with the comical expression on it tightly in her hand.
Zhen Yuanzi held up the size 45 old cloth shoe of Sister Yu high in his hand.
The two were on high alert, as if avoiding a formidable enemy or a venomous snake.
He pointed at Dijiang and reprimanded him sternly.
"Dijiang, you dare to come back?!"
"Get out of here right now, stay away from our Wuzhuang Temple!"
"Otherwise, we won't be polite!"
"Fine, I'll make you squat in the toilet again!"
"I'll give you another beating with the sole of my shoe!"
Faced with this tense situation...
Dijiang's enthusiasm for making friends was instantly dampened.
He scratched his head awkwardly, standing there at a loss for what to do.
Seeing this, Zhao Gongming couldn't help but exclaim that he was an expert.
"Uncle-Master..."
"Your reputation as someone who is hated by both men and dogs is unique in the entire prehistoric world."
"Even the two most temperamental beings in the primordial world."
"They'd pull out their weapons the moment they saw you."
"What terrible things did you do in the past?"
Despite his complaints, Zhao Gongming quickly stepped forward.
He acted as a peacemaker, opening his arms to explain.
"It's a misunderstanding, my two senior uncles, a huge misunderstanding!"
"Quickly put the magic weapon away, lest it misfire!"
"Uncle-Master Dijiang isn't here to stage an accident today."
"He came specifically to apologize to the two of you!"
Upon hearing this, both Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi were stunned.
He stared at Zhao Gongming with a completely bewildered expression.
It was as if I had heard the funniest joke from the primordial era.
"An apology?!"
Zhen Yuanzi sneered, his face full of disbelief.
"Nephew Gongming, please don't make fun of us!"
"Did Dijiang come to apologize?"
"You might as well say... those two stingy and miserly Western saints."
"Suddenly, they've taken pity on us and started distributing innate magical treasures to all living beings in the primordial world for free!"
"This is absolutely ridiculous!"
……
Meanwhile, in the distant west, Mount Sumeru.
The two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti.
He was sitting upright beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
He preached and expounded the gospel to the Western Christian disciples below.
Sudden.
"Achoo!"
"Achoo!"
The two saints sneezed loudly in unison.
The shock caused ripples to spread across the Merit Pool.
The Medicine Master, Maitreya, Ksitigarbha, and others below looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Even saints catch colds?"
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance.
He frowned slightly, and at the same time did some calculations with his fingers.
After a while.
Zhunti Daoist's distressed face instantly fell.
He looked up at the sky and sighed deeply, his face full of resentment.
"What a tragedy..."
"We, the two brothers, were simply preaching the Dharma at home honestly. What did we do to deserve this?"
"How could the cause and effect be so far away in the East?"
"What about us?!"
"I was just sitting at home, and trouble fell from the sky!"
"This prehistoric world is uninhabitable!"
……