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In the depths of the underworld, in the Yin Mountain of Hell, a strange beast with a tiger head, a single horn, and belonging to the Qilin tribe suddenly opened its eyes. Its eyes were black and white, looking very eerie.
" Diting, what's wrong?"
A kind-looking old monk felt the abnormality of Diting and couldn't help but open his eyes as well.
Originally, this strange beast is called Diting, and this old monk is naturally the one who made the great vow: Until the hells are empty , I will not become a Buddha, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
"Bodhisattva, I just felt a familiar breath."
Diting replied, its ears constantly in a listening posture, as if listening to something.
Naihe Bridge above, Sun Wukong is walking slowly, with each step, he recalls every experience as if reliving it with each step.
"Hmm? Can't let you, this beast, ruin things."
Meng Po seemed to suddenly sense something, with a slight smile on her lips, she said softly.
In the midst of speaking, Meng Po tapped the ladle in her hand against the cauldron where the Meng Po Soup was simmering.
"Dang~"
"Ao~"
Yin Mountain, who was attentively listening, suddenly groaned in pain, and blood flowed from its two ears.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's face changed, and he waved his hand to cast a beam of Buddha's light, covering Diting.
"Bodhisattva……"
Diting After taking a glance at King Ksitigarbha, I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
"Amitabha, Meng Po, this is too much."
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sensed that it was Meng Po who made the move, and was about to go find Meng Po for an explanation. But at that moment, behind Yin Mountain, groups of evil spirits began to charge at Yin Mountain. Helpless, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could only recite scriptures to deter the evil spirits.
"Buddhism, after all the calculations, is ultimately a delusion. Perhaps this is our opportunity to drive Buddhism out of the Underworld."
Meng Po looked at Sun Wukong with a playful expression on her face.
Sun Wukong I don't know what just happened. He is undergoing the baptism of his own memories. As he watches his memories over and over again, Sun Wukong suddenly has a different feeling. "This seems like... a trap." Sun Wukong finally realizes that he seems to have been in a trap all along.
Since birth, Sun Wukong has been living a carefree life. He wanted to seek a master and learn the Tao, so he directly crossed the East Sea on a bamboo raft. At that time, Sun Wukong was just an ordinary monkey. The vast East Sea posed a risk of capsizing even for large ships, but Sun Wukong managed to arrive safely at Xiniuhezhou on a bamboo raft. These were things that Sun Wukong had never thought about before, but as he repeatedly reviewed his memories, he finally realized that something was wrong.
Sun Wukong took another step, memories flooding back. He carefully observed the scene of himself crossing the East Sea and finally discovered that there had been a green bird circling above him the entire time, until it disappeared after he entered the Xieyue Sanxingdong.
"Phew~"
Sun Wukong crossed the Naihe Bridge and transformed back into the appearance of ghost. He looked back at Meng Po, who was busy stirring soup, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Let's go."
Sun Wukong turned around and said to ghost Li Er who was waiting for him.
Li Er continued to lead Sun Wukong forward. Along the way, variously dressed ghostly messengers came and went, and Sun Wukong also noticed that many of these messengers were related to Heibai Wuchang.
"They are clones. So it turns out that Heibai Wuchang uses clones to collect souls."
Sun Wukong sensed the truth. It turned out that all these Heibai Wuchang were just clones of the real Heibai Wuchang.
"Sir, ahead is the Hall of Wuchang." Li Er led Sun Wukong to a gloomy palace and pointed to the hall, saying to Sun Wukong. "Okay, thank you."
Sun Wukong arched his hand and then blew a breath towards Li Er, who immediately fell backward.
Sun Wukong hid Li Er's body somewhere and then transformed into Li Er's appearance.
Transformed into Li Er's appearance, Sun Wukong swaggered towards the Hall of Wuchang.
"What kind of ghost are you?" A lone-horned evil spirit, holding a long spear, stopped Sun Wukong and asked menacingly. Sun Wukong replied, "I am Li Er, and I have an important matter to discuss with Lord Wuchang."
The one-horned demon laughed heartily, "A low-level ghost wants to see the Hell Commander? Get lost, or I'll swallow you whole."
A fierce light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, but ultimately he held back. Before stepping onto the Naihe Bridge, Sun Wukong might have chosen to charge directly into the Hall of Wuchang, but after the Naihe Bridge incident, he decided to be less impulsive.
Sun Wukong turned and left, transforming into a wisp of black mist at the corner, then slowly drifting towards the Hall of Wuchang.
A lone evil spirit is boasting to a few other evil spirits about how they just bullied a low-level ghost, seemingly proud of scaring the ghost as if it were something to brag about. Upon hearing the boasting of the lone evil spirit, Sun Wukong, who has transformed into black mist, is moved and uses his divine power to conjure a thin needle, which he then aims at the lone evil spirit's backside and pricks him. "Oops..."
The evil demon with a single horn had a deep blue face that suddenly turned pale, his eyes widened, and he let out a painful howl.
"Single Horn, what's wrong with you?"
"What happened?"
"Dujiao..."
After hearing the miserable cry of the evil spirit Dujiao, the rest of the evil spirits rushed forward to check, while Sun Wukong took the opportunity to enter the Hall of Wuchang.
After entering the Hall of Wuchang, Sun Wukong transformed himself into the appearance of the one-horned evil spirit he had just encountered, and then swaggered into the hall. The hall was empty, with only two thrones placed inside, presumably the seats of Heibai Wuchang. Sun Wukong sat on a black throne and, seeing a pile of scrolls on the table in front of him, couldn't help but pick them up curiously.
"Zhang Ning, a native of Fanyang, passed away on the eleventh day of the first lunar month, at the age of seventy-one..."
"Liu Gu, from the proud kingdom..."
"So it's the life-and-death register."
Sun Wukong smiled, but soon, Sun Wukong's smile froze.
"Isn't the life-and-death register supposed to be managed by the King of Hell? Why do Heibai Wuchang also have it?"
A hint of doubt flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, and just then, Sun Wukong suddenly felt three immortals' auras approaching. With a quick thought, he immediately transformed into a single strand of monkey hair and fell to the ground.
Heibai Wuchang and a White Robed Immortal walked in from outside. The White Robed Immortal was dressed in a Purple ceremonial robe and carried a fairy sword, and was happily chatting with the two ghosts. "Brother Fan, Brother Xie, this time, I will have to trouble you both," the White Robed Immortal said to Heibai Wuchang with a bow, seeming to have something to ask of them.
Bai Wuchang smiled and said, "Brother Li, there's no need to be polite. My brother and I have also caused you trouble in the past. It's our honor to help you." As he spoke, Heibai Wuchang had already taken his seat, while the White Robed Immortal sat opposite them.
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