He is not affected, and can still come up with some thoughts of his own from this sophistry:

"You have never thought that everything you have now exists because of you alone - the holy slave, the ghost beast, and your other trump cards that I don't know about..."

"I know what you want to say." Bazun smiled knowingly, "This is exactly what Wuxiu, and even all of them ordinary people, will consider."

"That's good. I have a question that others may not dare to ask." Xu Xiaoshou was too direct and said:

"What if you fall?"

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.

Even the water ghost couldn't help but look at Ba Zunzhen, this desolate middle-aged man who was so frail that he seemed to die peacefully if he coughed in the next second.

Ba Zunzhen shook his head slowly and said calmly: "I will not fall."

"You are very confident." Xu Xiaoshou laughed.

"If I don't have confidence, no one in this world would dare to talk about confidence."

"Then have you ever thought about it, if you can't afford the Holy Slaves, the world under the rule of the Holy Temple will actually be relatively stable?"

When everyone heard this, especially the elderly, they all looked at Xu Xiaoshou in surprise.

This thought has actually occurred to some people, but it doesn't make much sense. Thinking too much will only lead to self-denial.

Xu Xiaoshou has obviously grown up after the battle on Void Island. Thinking that this level has come... Mei Jiren shook his fan and couldn't help but speed up his movements.

Everyone's eyes turned to Bazun again, expecting an answer. Xu Xiaoshou seemed to be out of tune. Sometimes the world is sober, and the problem has depth.

The Eight Masters are still smiling.

His turbid eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one, lingering on the water ghosts, Mei Jiren, etc. for a long time, and said softly:

"I can't afford to be a saint. Mr. Jiren will not be canonized so far. Of course, he doesn't care about it."

"I can't afford the Holy Slave, Yu Mo will not become a water ghost, and the first name of the Spiritual Department will be spread all over the world. Of course, he doesn't care about this."

"I can't afford the saint slave. Cen Qiaofu will become an expert in the southern region, Ning Honghong will wander around the world, and Sang Qiye will shrink into a spiritual palace. Of course, they don't care about this."

"I can't afford to be a saint slave, Gou Wuyue is still a saint, the gods are also living on the cross street corners, Cao Yihan dreams of death and drunkenness, Wen Ting wipes his sword and practices Taoism, and Yuebei Huarao Dao is high in the clouds, of course they don't care about this.

"

Bazun's knowledgeable eyes fell back on Xu Xiaoshou, his tone was still calm, but his emotions were no longer single:

"There are no saint slaves in this world, and mortals are still at ease, because if they have saint slaves or not, the outcome will be the same for them: birth, old age, sickness, and death."

"But there are no saint slaves in this world, and geniuses will never be able to succeed. Of course they will find it acceptable, because it has always been this way."

"But with the top of the head covered, the flowers can only bloom sideways, right?"

"But isn't this deformed?"

The Eight Masters laughed a long time, shook their heads and said again:

"Others can tolerate it, but I cannot tolerate it; others can avoid it, but I cannot avoid it."

"Sword cultivator takes one breath and goes against the Nine Heavens... If I can't stand the darkness, I will stand up. I have a problem with this."

"If God had not given birth to me, the world would have enjoyed peace; if God had given birth to me, there would have been no peace for a long time."

Ba Zunzun said these words calmly, and everyone nearby heard the sound like thunder, and everyone was moved.

If Xu Xiaoshou's thinking is indeed profound, then the concept of the Eight Masters shocked everyone.

He is standing in a higher dimension and he is always awake!

Even Mei Jiren broke out in a cold sweat and realized that he had had enough of being submissive. People get used to it.

If there were no Holy Slaves, if there were no Holy Temple, if there were not five Holy Emperor families...

In his time, he wouldn't have waited so long to be canonized on Void Island, right?

What was it that made me in my early years not care whether I was a swordsman or not, and why I lost my ambition to make progress as a swordsman?

Mei Ji almost couldn't find his original intention, but Bazun knew the answer at this moment:

It’s time!

In the wrong era, only the wrong flowers can bloom.

If we don't fundamentally change, the flowers will be just greenhouse playthings without any wild fragrance.

But humans are also beasts, and they are inherently passionate and wild. How can we really cut off our fangs and claws?

The water ghost remained silent.

He knew that this was the answer he was looking for, and it was also his original intention of practicing Taoism.

And now, through a conversation with Xu Xiaoshou, Ba Zunzhen revealed his answer.

"Is this a battle between great avenues?" Xu Xiaoshou was also in a state of confusion, but he saw the wounds all over the Void Island.

The broken bones, the broken country...

The spirit of resentment and unwillingness intertwined into the whining sound of the wind, and weakness and self-love turned into bitter and sour fruits...

The gods are fighting, and the mortals suffer.

The Void Island is like this. After returning to the Holy Spirit Continent, if the battle between the avenues starts again, how much trouble will it cause?

Xu Xiaoshou tried not to think about these things that had nothing to do with him. He only focused on himself and the people around him now.

But at this time, he was moved by the words of the Eight Masters, and he became more confused and at a loss.

Bazun looked at the young man as if he had seen his old self, and said with a smile:

"I have also had the same confusion as you. In other words, as long as we are human and have human nature, we should have such thoughts..."

"But Xu Xiaoshou, you are wrong."

Xu Xiaoshou raised his head, his eyes puzzled.

"They are not innocent!"

"People die for money, and birds die for food. Their fate is destined to perish here. Even if they escape here, they will not have a happy ending."

"Risks and opportunities coexist. This is their choice and has nothing to do with you. Self-pity will not make you more awake, it will only make your mind bound to yourself and breed demonic obstacles."

After Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a moment, he felt like he was enlightened.

Yes, along the way, who of the people I killed didn’t have a way to die?

From Wenchong, Feng Kong, Shao Yi, Zhang Xinxiong, Zhang Taiying and even the entire Zhang family...

From the major killers such as Red Dog, Shuangdai, Golden Foot, and Three Incenses, as well as aliens, Rao Yaoyao, and even Teng Shanhai, Jiang Buyi, Yan Wuse, etc. who have been able to control the death situation by themselves...

Who has no way to die?

Everyone is fighting for their own interests. The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. How can we show mercy?

"I see."

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the Eight Masters and understood a lot at the same time.

He turned over the Sang Laoling in his hand again, and suddenly realized why Bazun Shui had said so much to him.

This guy clearly hates trouble and looks down on everyone, including himself...

"What does this mean?" Xu Xiaoshou mentioned the token.

"You guessed it."

"But that's your master's order. I just gave it back to you for safekeeping. You should be able to protect it now."

Bazun said knowingly and took out another token from his arms.

This token is black, with the emblem of the Holy Slave still on the back, but a different word on the front, the word "Receive".

The water ghost's expression changed.

Xiao Kongtong raised his eyebrows.

Mei Jiren's paper fan freezes, a little unexpected.

Zhu Yiyi looked at the token, and his eyes were already starting to shine.

The Eight Masters handed over this "Order to Accept Words" and said with a smile:

"Before this, you and I just had a simple forced relationship. As far as the Holy Slave is concerned, you are still in the assessment stage."

"In the battle on Void Island, I saw your growth, and you gained the ability to be a chess master on your own."

"Of course you can go out independently on the first floor of the sky, but you still need the help of the saint slaves from all aspects."

"The vacancy left by Wuxiu's departure also needs to be filled urgently...and I think you are now able to overcome all opinions and suppress all voices."

"Being frightened, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar black token, and looked at the Eight Masters in disbelief.

Ba Zunzhen still maintained the action of handing out the token, cleared his throat, looked serious but a little joking, and said in a rather strange tone:

"Now, I, the Eight Masters, formally extend an invitation to you!"
Chapter completed!