The Sage Who Transcended Samsara - Chapter 1235 70, Back In The Days Of Buddha

Every night, he prayed. To every god on Earth.“Please, transport me to a fantasy world when I wake up tomorrow.”And then one day, his prayers were answered.Just not in the way he had hoped for.

Knights of the Round Table, Dino Fighter, King of Fighters, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Metal Slug, Street Fighter, Samurai Shodown, Journey to the West, countless arcade games, have made their debut in the form of special copies.And the adventurers who take risks in these games are destined to have every journey as a life-and-death contest, except…A white dagger and a white pistol are fused to a green pistol.A green pistol and a green pistol are fused to a blue revolver.A blue revolver and a blue BOSS exclusive equipment are fused to Terhune’s wife… Hey?!Looking at the upgraded new equipment in his hand, Qin Ming was a little dumbfounded.No! Director! This is different from what was agreed!

Rogers Darren is a smoker, drinker, liar, lothario, gold-digger, rule-breaker.At a brutal Marine HQ hearing, Darren faces accusations of scandalous wages, stolen Germa tech, suspicious Celestial Dragon deaths, and a few too many questionable entanglements with nobles-just another day for the greatest disgrace in Marine history.Biting his cigar, Darren simply grins: “I smoke, I drink, I lust for money and women, I crave power, I lie, and I break every rule... but I'm a damn good Marine.”Silence fell like a dropped anchor.(￣□￣；) (ーー゛) (￣o￣)

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.