Journey to the West: God-level Gathering Technique

Jiang Han and Ziduan were like little white rabbits with drooping ears. The two of them entered the room one after the other. Ziduan resented this a little more deeply, and couldn't stop talking, and kept thinking: "If I wake up early A little bit is fine, if the barbarians don't bark..."

Jiang Han had to comfort him: "Brother, it's okay, at least one thing we can be sure of is that Manjusri Bodhisattva has not been transferred. Judging from his current attitude, he should not be hostile to us, so you should also Don't worry too much."

Zi Duan still looked sullen: "It's sure that nothing good will happen to him here, who knows what he will say this time, and we rescued him with good intentions, he also said that we left him in the wilderness, if we really Do, I don’t even know where his bones are.”

Jiang Han chuckled: "Yes, yes, it's all his fault, then let's go and hear what nonsense he wants to talk about. What's wrong with the presence of the two parties, can we refute it?" Zi Duan thought for a while You will find that it is such a reason, and strode into the house.

Jiang Han was the last to go in, and closed the door by the way. After the three of them sat down at the table, they didn't speak. Those who drank water drank water, and those who fiddled with the cup fiddled with the cup. In the end, Jiang Han coughed: "Time is running out, what do you want to say?" Say it now."

Manjushri brought the teacup to his mouth, and the teacup blocked half of his face, and he raised his eyebrows: "Okay." His tone was very calm again, and he continued: "I know that there is a relationship between us. There were a lot of misunderstandings, of course, and thank you for saving me."

Hearing this, Ziduan squinted at the teapot next to him: "Is it too late to realize that it was a misunderstanding? Besides, we didn't feel how grateful you are. Didn't you still say that you are here to settle accounts? What are you talking about? In the suburbs, we have nothing to say."

Manjusri Bodhisattva was not annoyed when he heard Ziduan's "thorny" words, put down his teacup and said with a smile: "Didn't I just want to find a topic to talk about? It was true that I was too impulsive before. It is reasonable for you to say something about me , I really want to communicate well this time.”

Seeing that Ziduan still wanted to hate, Jiang Han hurried out to smooth things over: "As long as you have this kind of heart, it's good to have this kind of heart. Brother, don't we often say that knowing our mistakes can make a big difference? It's a good thing to have this idea, and we have to give others a Isn't it a chance? Let's talk together."

"Three immortals, I'm Manzi, I'm here to deliver food, it's still warm!" Manzi's voice came from outside the door, Jiang Han hurriedly responded: "Come in quickly." Manzi pushed the door open When he came in, he carried a lot of things in both hands.

"Because there are a lot of things, I can only bring them in like this first. I hope the three of you don't dislike them." Manzi explained while putting the things on the table: "This is the special food of our village, and there is also homemade wine. But it’s all very light.”

The three of them watched Manzi lift the lids one by one, and the room was immediately filled with various scents. Jiang Han said happily: "There are still glutinous rice cakes, which look so soft and glutinous. It's really troublesome. It's early in the morning. There are so many things prepared for us."

Manzi smiled honestly: "Unfortunately, unfortunately, it is our honor to prepare food for the three immortals. My sister must be very happy to know that the glutinous rice cakes she made were praised by the immortals." ..