Fu Jia said: "What the Emperor did was only to maintain the Way of Heaven. Master is a reasonable person and will not blame the Emperor."
The Emperor said, "Yes, he is a sensible man, but unfortunately he is too sensible. He does not understand that the great principles are like fools, and that when the water is too clear, there will be no fish. Forget it, let's not talk about the past."
"Fujia, I'm looking for you this time for the order of this world."
The Emperor narrowed his eyes and said, "I know you are a capable person, but Fu Jia, you have been in the human world for so long, but you still haven't put this world back on track."
Fu Jia hurriedly said, "Fu Jia knows his mistake. Fu Jia has failed to do his job well. Please punish me, Emperor."
"I won't punish you, Fu Jia. I know you're having difficulties." The Emperor sighed.
"Bodhi came to the human world with you and set you up in every way. I also have some understanding of the heavenly realm."
Fu Jia was anxious, and his tone changed: "Emperor, this matter has nothing to do with Master. It's Fu Jia's fault for not doing his job well."
The Emperor smiled and said, "You get anxious when your master is mentioned. What's the matter? You think I'm going to harm your master again? Just listen to what I have to say first."
The Emperor brushed off his sleeves and said, "Fujia, take Bodhi back to heaven."
Fu Jia's body suddenly trembled, and he raised his head in disbelief. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by the Emperor's next words.
"I brought him back to heaven not to punish him. Common sense says that since he is an abandoned god, even if his soul is scattered, he cannot return to heaven."
The Emperor sighed and said, "This time, I will make an exception for Bodhi. Fujia, take him back to the heavens. Eighty percent of his magical powers have been stripped away, and he is particularly suppressed in the heavens."
"And the Heaven Realm is your home turf. You have abundant magical power in the Heaven Realm, and he definitely cannot defeat you."
Fu Jia seemed to realize something, subconsciously held his breath, and clenched his fists nervously.
The Emperor said, "Fujia, take Bodhi back to heaven. You can imprison him in your palace or let him roam freely. As long as you keep an eye on him, I will turn a blind eye and not care about him."
Fu Jia's voice trembled a little, and he quickly bowed and saluted: "Fu Jia thanks the Emperor for his help."
The Emperor grasped Fu Jia's arm, but didn't let him actually bow. "No need for such formalities. Fu Jia, I've considered everything for you. Please don't let me down again. Put this world back on track as soon as possible."
Fu Jia said solemnly, "Yes, Emperor."
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