"Why should I die? Those people hate me and dislike me. Is it my fault or they are wrong? If I am wrong, I will change, but if they are wrong, why should I die?" Chen Jiu suddenly understood everything.


    So far, Chen Jiu gave up suicide. He turned and left and began a different life!


    Three times a day, when he is scolded, he first bears it silently, and then considers whether he should scold. If he is really wrong, he will carefully correct it, but if it is not his fault, it is someone else''s fault, then he will not stay and teach him a lesson.


    How to live in life depends on what you think. Since then, although Chen Jiu has often been hated and chased, his mood is no longer hurt, but with a grateful heart, he smiles at everything!


    The world has created people, and people can also change the world. Day after day, year after year, Chen Jiu is getting old, but he has an admirable Buddha light.


    A reincarnation, a kind of practice, Chen Jiu has become the most respected monk in the world. No matter what happens, everyone will come and ask him for advice!


    Finally, one day Chen Jiu was going to die, and the creatures of the whole world came to see him off. Looking at the world full of love, he smiled contentedly.


    "Po!" With a slight sound, as if some shackle in his heart had been broken, Chen Jiu''s consciousness returned to reality again.


    "My Buddha relic, is this your life?" Chen Jiu said to himself silently, and took the relic from his head with his hand.


    "What? Chen Jiuda woke up. He took away my Buddha relic!" the saint couldn''t help shouting because she had been paying attention to Chen Jiu.


    "I see, how can this be possible?" the Western devil turned his face black into pig liver.


    "Big belly donkey, thank you for letting me experience a different life. I can do well. Just smoke your fat and light the lamp!" Chen Jiu looked at it.


    "Don''t come here and return my relic!" the Western devil''s greatest reliance was broken. He was really afraid now.


    "King Wu''s divine seal!" Chen Jiu turned his hands and offered a seal. He covered his head to the Western devil in the air.


    "Ah, let me go..." the Western devil screamed and couldn''t escape for a while.


    "Hum, refining!" Chen Jiuyi pointed out that the big seal rotates, and the inexplicable magic light of martial arts is squeezed down, which makes the Western demons like being squeezed by heaven and earth.


    "Zizi..." visible to the naked eye, a trace of grease was squeezed out of the Western devil, which made people feel extremely terrible.


    "This... The stomach seems to be getting smaller!" the saint was stunned and stared. She really felt very happy that you should destroy our good deeds.


    "Saint, how do you think I should punish you if you come to disturb me again and again?" surprised the saint, Chen Jiu soon targeted her.


    "I..." looking at the tragedy of the Western demon general, the saint couldn''t help being very timid. "Won''t you smoke my oil, too?"


    "Why? Are you afraid?" Chen Jiu sneered, without mercy.


    "Chen Jiu, you see I''m so forward and backward. You''re really willing to smoke my fat?" the saint couldn''t help but show her beautiful figure.


    "As I said, I don''t like your beauty!" Chen Jiu was not enchanted.


    "What do you want to do? People admit their mistakes to you. Do you have to kill them all?" the saint lowered her head timidly, and people felt pity.


    "Mo Jie, I don''t need you to admit your mistake. You just have to swear that you won''t come to trouble me next time!" Chen Jiu thought for a while, which was an extra kindness.


    "I''m afraid not!" the saint refused directly.


    "What? You really think I dare not move you, don''t you?" Chen Jiu was immediately angry and stepped to the saint.


    "You... What do you want?" the saint looked at the tall figure and felt inexplicably moved.


    "What are you doing? Of course it''s to convince you!" Chen Jiu decided to give the saint some color to see. Otherwise, it''s not a matter for her to be so endless.


    "Ah, you hooligan, let go of me. What are you doing?" the saint screamed. She suddenly found that she was carried by Chen Jiu.


    "Pa..." a loud slap stunned the saint and suddenly stopped the noise!


    "Mojie, you asked for it. It makes you endless. It makes you trouble me. It makes you shameless..." Chen Jiu carried the saint, put his arm around her leg with one hand, and slapped the incense and buttocks with the other hand.


    Chen Jiu really enjoyed beating up beautiful women, and the saint made a big red face and was hit with a trace of happiness!


    One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Originally, this scene will continue, but suddenly Chen Jiu found something and stopped.


    "Well, why don''t you fight?" the saint seemed to enjoy it and wanted to continue to be beaten.


    "Mo Jie, you are also a noble saint of the Tianmo sect. You are not so poor that you can''t afford your pants?" Chen Jiu lowered his voice, which was a serious comment.


    "Ah, I......" the saint screamed. She was so ashamed that she wanted to find a seam to drill in. She didn''t wear it. Wasn''t she pulled off by the red fog just now?


    "Hum, come down!" Chen Jiu was disgusted and threw the saint down.


    "Chen Jiu, I..." the saint was unwilling. She pulled her skirt to explain something.


    "Saint, I had a good impression of you, but your repeated actions disappointed me. I hope you will know your way back and be a good woman!" Chen Jiu seriously taught.


    "Chen Jiu, what happened today is an accident. You must believe me!" the saint can''t stand Chen Jiu''s eyes and wants his understanding.


    "Well, I''d like to believe you, but you should be more clean in the future!" Chen Jiu nodded and easily believed it.


    "Do you really believe me?" the saint doubted again.


    "Your taste is enough to show that you are still a good girl!" Chen Jiu couldn''t help explaining that we can still distinguish the fragrance of Chu Zi.


    "Ah, you see?" the saint Jiao quickly covered the bottom with shame.


    "Are you afraid of being seen by me because your skirt is so short and you don''t wear small pants?" Chen Jiuli said of course.


    "I......" the saint looked at Chen Jiu in silence and accepted it calmly. Anyway, she had eaten it for him. It seemed that there was nothing left.


    "Ah... Let me go, I''m almost out of oil, and the lamp is dry..." at this time, the Western devil sounded the scream again, and a mass of greasy oil hung in the air, which made people feel particularly creepy.