Monk Linghui said: "The poor monk was not good at strength back then. Do you think that the improvement of the realm in the future will be a competition of strength? The competition is rules, spirit, and the understanding and application of the world. You think it is all recklessness.

Is it better than a fist? A wise man works hard, a fool works hard. Fifteen billion is so amazing, hum!"

"Hahahaha..." Luo Jun said: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, okay!"

He thought it was funny, but Linghui actually minded a little bit.

Luo Jun also knew in his heart that the higher he went, the less the competition was about strength. Although strength was important, it was not the most important thing.

Then, Luo Jun said goodbye to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. He really still had too many things to do, and his time was really running out. He had to race against time.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said in a deep voice: "Little benefactor, once I leave, this poor monk will look forward to seeing you again someday."

Luo Jun said: "It is really the junior's fault that Bodhisattva is worried about me. I hope to see you again in the future."

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said: "The poor monk cannot see the fog of the future, but the poor monk sees that the little benefactor is definitely not a short-lived person. The poor monk believes that the little benefactor will definitely make another village bright and bright, and maybe he will go up to the next level."

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"I accept the Bodhisattva's auspicious words." Luo Jun clasped his fists, saluted, and then slowly retreated.

Luo Jun soon left the eighteenth level of hell in the Yuqing world, and then came to the eighteenth level of hell in the Western King's Realm.

Luo Jun then found the Demon King. The moment the Demon King saw Luo Jun, tears filled his eyes.

They were even more excited than the common people when they met their uncle from the People's Liberation Army.
Chapter completed!