He is a pure-blooded dragon in the miniature garden.

Chapter 232 Merit belongs to the virtuous.

Finally, after hearing Alger reveal that he had practiced demonic arts, the Cloth Bag Monk could no longer hold back.

"Your Majesty Arger, why do you mock this humble monk?"

He cultivates a path that leads directly to double digits; at least, the demonic path reaching double digits won't be blocked by enlightenment like that of Buddha.

Countless great masters in Buddhism have reached the limit of three digits, yet they have never been able to advance further, to attain true freedom and transcendence.

But is it appropriate to say this out loud?
"What? Finally ready to make a move?"

Alger sneered, revealing his snake-like golden vertical pupils.

"You're clearly cultivating the demonic path I created, yet you dare not admit it? Demon Prince, you should show some spirit!"

"The Buddha's teachings must not be insulted. This humble monk advises Your Majesty to behave accordingly."

In an instant, the tattered bag behind the Laughing Buddha revealed an extraordinary suction force, as if trying to swallow everything in its path.

"Shiva, someone is causing trouble at the gates of the heavenly army!"

Before Alger could respond, a male voice rang out.

"Let's see who dares to cause trouble in front of the Tianjunmen headquarters!!"

Shiva's tone was filled with joy, but after seeing the Laughing Buddha at the door...

The smiling face instantly transformed into a terrifying, ferocious expression. A jet-black eye split open on its forehead, and black flames suddenly appeared, burning the bag behind the cloth-bag monk to ashes.

"Pfft!!"

A mouthful of pitch-black blood spurted from the mouth of the cloth-bag monk.

"My cloth bag!!"

Looking at the handful of ashes on the ground, the Laughing Buddha's eyes widened in horror. This was the divine artifact of power that he had nurtured for thousands of years and was most proud of.

Even Maitreya Buddha's human seed bag is nothing more than this.

"I want you……"

Watching his beloved artifact being completely destroyed, the Laughing Buddha stared intently at Shiva with his blood-red eyes, like a man-eating demon, his body radiating dark demonic energy, transforming into roaring celestial demons.

But before he could say those words, Dingguang Buddha and Jinguang Xian stopped him and covered his mouth.

"Lord Qici, calm down!!"

"Whatever you do, don't attack the Heavenly Army's law enforcement personnel!!"

Otherwise, even if the three of them were killed by Shiva, no one would necessarily say anything.

On the contrary, the Buddhist community had to send someone to apologize to Shiva.

"Yes, the attack on the Heavenly Army law enforcement personnel failed. At the gate of the Heavenly Army, an attack was launched on the plenipotentiary ruler, the fiancé of the Lord of the Heavenly Army, and the important asset of the World King's younger brother."

"He will be convicted of multiple crimes and imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison for five hundred years, or await parole."

"Any comments?"

Shiva skillfully took out a stack of administrative penalty slips and began writing them, looking at the Laughing Buddha.

Ah no, he shouldn't be called the Cloth Bag Monk anymore. After losing the cloth bag, the Cloth Bag Monk is just a fat monk.

"no comment."

The fat monk spoke through clenched teeth, and the demonic aura around him slowly dissipated, gradually returning him to his original appearance as a kind, holy, and radiant Buddha monk.

"If you have no objections, that's good."

Shiva handed the administrative penalty notice to the fat monk, indicating that he should go into the prison and find himself a room.

As for Dingguang Buddha and Jinguang Xian... they have already been released on bail, and now they need to bring this news back to the Buddhist community.

Let someone of high enough standing in the Buddhist community bail out the fat monk.

While Shiva was dealing with the Laughing Buddha, Su Nian glanced at Arger with a somewhat speechless expression.

"You've only been out of my sight for a short time, and you've already caused this kind of trouble."

"Are you afraid that the Buddhist community won't know your plans?"

"Tch, so what if they know? Anyway, they wouldn't dare to actually take this path to double digits."

Argel curled his lip, completely losing his previous arrogant demeanor.

If they dare to break into double digits, based on her understanding of Shakyamuni, the first person to smash their heads would be Shakyamuni himself.

"Besides, the more Al-chan makes faces, the happier that ugly woman is, isn't she?"

As Argel said this, a slight playful smile appeared on his lips.

The more she draws the attention of the Buddhist forces, the fewer tricks the Buddhist forces will do to thwart Athena in the Heavenly Army, which will be more conducive to Athena's complete control over the Heavenly Army.

"Besides, there are some names in this little garden. Since they don't dare to take them, then Al-chan won't be polite."

As Argel said this, he couldn't help but lick his lips.

After all, in a miniature garden, lies, if told too often, might actually come true, and the impact and achievements of an action, if left unclaimed for a long time, can also become problematic.

So if someone dares to step forward, they can take away this credit.

For example, the Buddhist community has been tirelessly disrupting the order of the Garden of Heaven for so many years, stuffing malignant tumors into the heavenly army. There are also so many people in the Buddhist community who have practiced the wrong Buddhist teachings and turned themselves into Mara.

Those within the Buddhist community absorb these merits in secret, never daring to openly share them.

Since they dare not, then naturally those who dare to come will be allowed to absorb it.

Then Al-chan won't be polite.

Merit should be attributed to those with virtue.

Just now, her act of openly declaring herself a demon was certified by the central authority of the Little Garden, and her fragmented Mara spirit was directly repaired.

Therefore, the more she dances as a demon, the more deeply this demonic identity penetrates the hearts of people in the Little Garden, and the more she can use this to reap the fruits of Buddhism's efforts over so many years.

In the area of ​​"winning without effort".

Of course, Arger knew even better that the reason she was able to dance so happily was mostly because she had Su Nian backing her.

To be honest, having a publicly acknowledged double-digit background is indeed awesome.

"Alright, stop making a fuss!"

Su Nian tapped Alger on the head speechlessly, as if he was afraid that their hatred in the eyes of Buddhism was not high enough.
Of course, the highest level is only Alger.

However, one must consider the owner before beating a dog. Currently, Su Nian is Alger's owner, so protecting Alger should be easy given their relationship.

And I imagine Kurima enjoyed the play quite a bit.

"We've come back to help Athena with her official duties."

At this point, Su Nian felt a headache coming on, and his gaze involuntarily shifted to Shiva.

"By the way, Shiva, as one of the former Twelve Guardian Deities, you should be able to take over Athena's duties for a while, right?"

"The power transfer among the Greek gods still needs her to handle; it's a lot of troublesome stuff."

"Yes, that's possible~~"

Shiva paused, then rubbed his hands together.

Su Nian immediately understood what Shiva meant and said it casually.

"You're in charge of handling the bail money for the Laughing Buddha."

Su Nian patted Shiva on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Knock as many times as you can. If anything goes wrong, Athena, Argir, and I will take responsibility."

“The boss is awesome.”

Shiva shouted without any restraint.

Integrity? What is that? How much power can it buy?

She now regrets not making a decision sooner. Actually, letting Marta make a big fuss back then wasn't so bad, was it?
At least following Su Nian means you'll actually get to eat meat (benefits).

In just a few days, she has already earned almost two power points by following Su Nian, and has paid off one-two-hundred-and-fiftieth of her debt.

If things continue like this, as long as I keep following Su Nian, I'll have tons of money.

Paying off the debt is just around the corner.

Thinking of this, her gaze toward Su Nian grew even more fervent.

This isn't some mischievous little rascal who's always causing trouble; this is clearly her precious little darling.

"Shiva, what do you want to do?"

Arger stood in front of Su Nian, looking at Shiva with wary eyes.

You wouldn't be trying to steal Su Nian from Athena, would you?

"Ahem, I didn't mean to do anything."

Shiva coughed awkwardly twice, pretending to be nonchalant.
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The heavens, Mount Olympus.

At the summit, the most majestic, towering, and magnificent temple of Zeus stands.

“Zeus, as you know, Athena is still too immature and not yet qualified to inherit the throne of the fourth generation of gods.”

The young man, with his seaweed-like blue hair and frivolous face, spoke with obvious resistance.

He was the least supportive of Athena succeeding to the throne as the fourth generation of Greek gods, regardless of his personal grudges with Athena... well, not entirely unrelated.

He is Poseidon, one of the twelve Olympian gods of Greece and one of the three great gods. His genitals were completely destroyed by Sasha and have not yet recovered.

"Modern human history no longer supports the birth of new myths, nor does it support the continuation of Greek mythology..."

In fact, Greek mythology in human history has long been abandoned, or rather, Greek mythology was just describing Zeus becoming the king of the gods, and the path to omniscience and omnipotence was being paved for Zeus when the rise of the Greek gods was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of Yawi.

Otherwise, even if Yavy is God, she would only be known as Little Zeus.

Zeus was at this time the holder of the highest interpretation authority among the gods, and also the strongest natural god.

But later, everyone found out.

I'm so sorry I didn't let Lady Yawei have her fill of fun.

Therefore, the Greek pantheon is, in fact, without a future; it is an incomplete myth.

Even if it exists, it's not something that can be perfected right now; at the very least, it might only be possible once the next sandbox is created.

"But Athena is destined to become the fourth generation of the God-King."

At this moment, a man with black hair, shrouded in a black robe, spoke calmly.

Hades, the god of the underworld, is the oldest male god among the twelve Greek gods and is widely recognized as the strongest Greek being after Zeus.

"Letting the other party accept responsibility and get used to pressure in advance will be very beneficial to Athena's growth."

"But it's not right to hand over the divine genealogy to her so soon."

Poseidon's tone was playful, and the shadows in his narrowed eyes revealed a cold glint.

"At least we haven't figured out our own path forward yet."

"Ha, is it so hard to admit that your potential has been exhausted?"

Hades glanced at Poseidon and said indifferently.

“It’s time for us old folks to hand over our positions to the younger generation.”

"At least Athena has already proven her strength, hasn't she?"

As he spoke, Hades glanced at Poseidon's genitals almost imperceptibly.

Poseidon's expression changed several times, then he turned to look at Hades and gave him a kind smile.

"Brother, you're right."

"But that's for her own sake. At the very least, she needs to publish her ability to simulate star charts and prove herself."

"I've heard that completing that simulated star map requires the solar sovereignty of the twelve zodiac signs."

It's worth noting that even the Ouroboros's intended savior, Gargi, only needed ten portions of solar sovereignty to complete the simulated star map.

In a sense, Athena's simulated creation chart has already broken the record of the Little Garden. It is very likely that when Athena fully releases this simulated creation chart, she can complete the leap in spirit level and become a two-digit figure.

"There's no need for Poseidon to worry about that."

A clear, cold voice rang out, and a red-haired goddess appeared in the Temple of Zeus at some unknown time.

This is Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, the eldest daughter of the Greek gods of this generation, and her power is extremely terrifying; even Zeus cannot underestimate her.

With Hestia's arrival, the true leaders of the twelve Greek gods were now all present.

"We have no right to inquire into the mysteries of Athena's simulation of the star map."

Upon hearing this, Poseidon immediately fell silent and said no more.

He had a past full of misdeeds and had been scolded by this older woman many times. He didn't want to experience the power of her sacred fire again.

Instead of wasting time thinking about these trivial things, why don't you think about when you plan to take up your post in the Heavenly Army?

Hestia's gaze swept over Poseidon, who subconsciously shrank back and muttered under his breath.

"I don't want to do this kind of job that offends people."

Hestia ignored Poseidon's grumbling and instead turned her gaze toward Zeus, saying...

"Zeus, what are you thinking?"

After all, it was Zeus who made Athena the ruler of the heavenly army, it was Zeus who made her the fourth generation of god-king, and it was Zeus who summoned them together to discuss Athena's succession.

Moreover, the Greek pantheon was essentially Zeus's domain, and Zeus's position among the Greek gods was not much different from that of Indra in the Indian pantheon.

If Zeus had made up his mind, there was absolutely no need to call them over to discuss it.

"Me? Of course I'll do whatever Nana wants."

Zeus stroked his snow-white, bushy beard, looked up, and paused for a moment before speaking.

"No, you know that's not what I meant!"

Hestia looked at Zeus and said very seriously.

What she wanted to know was Zeus's clear stance on Athena becoming the fourth generation of Greek gods.

Upon hearing this, Zeus shrugged helplessly.

"That's why I called you here. I don't want you to put too much pressure on Athena tomorrow."

“The burden on the heavenly army is already heavy enough, and with the addition of the Greek gods, Nana may not be able to handle it.”

　I got so caught up in the plot that I lost track of time. There's still one chapter left, I'll wait a bit, I'm a thousand words short.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)