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White Robed Immortal and Heibai Wuchang sat facing each other, the immortal and the two ghosts were reminiscing, making Sun Wukong, who had transformed into monkey hair, a little impatient. Finally, after the immortal and the two ghosts exchanged pleasantries, White Robed Immortal got up to bid farewell. As he was leaving, he handed a scroll to Heibai Wuchang. "Thank you, brothers. I cannot stay in the underworld for long, so I will take my leave."
White Robed Immortal bid farewell to Heibai Wuchang with a bow, then drifted away. After White Robed Immortal left, Hei Wuchang looked at the scroll in his hand and said with some distress, "Junior Brother, Li Bai has caused us trouble. His sister has violated the heavenly rules and will be demoted to the mortal realm and face tribulation tomorrow. Li Bai has asked us to leave a mark on his sister so that he can guide her back to the immortal path."
Bai Wuchang took the scroll, looked at the woman on it, and sighed, " Li Bai is a teacher of the people, and in the past, we were friends when we were in the mortal realm. Today, he has come to us for help. How can we refuse?"
"Weird, it's just to leave a mark on a descending fairy, why do these two guys look so troubled?"
Sun Wukong, who had transformed into monkey hair, listened to the conversation and felt something was off. In Sun Wukong's impression, the Underworld had always been obedient to immortals. Just now, the immortal named Li Bai had at least reached the level of a true immortal. According to reason, when such an immortal made a small request in the Underworld, not to mention Heibai Wuchang, even the King of Hell should give face. But now, it seemed that things were not as simple as they appeared.
Seeing Heibai Wuchang about to leave, Sun Wukong didn't hesitate. He suddenly appeared behind Hei Wuchang and threw a punch at the back of his neck.
"Uh..."
Even with Hei Wuchang's true immortal cultivation, he was a little dazed by this blow, rolled his eyes, and fell directly to the ground.
Bai Wuchang was greatly shocked and quickly summoned an iron chain, lashing out at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong dodged the iron chains and then leaped to the side of Bai Wuchang, grabbing his neck and coldly saying, "Hehe, ghost, I heard everything you were up to just now."
"Ah? This celestial being, please speak your mind. My brother and I don't know how we have offended the celestial being. Please enlighten us," Bai Wuchang said, his face turning pale and then suddenly gaining a hint of color.
Sun Wukong smiled and said, "You two ghosts, I ask you, did you snatch the soul of an old monkey today? Where did that soul go?"
"Monkey? Well... Immortal, there are countless monkeys that die every day. Do you know the surname or birthplace of the monkey you're looking for?" Bai Wuchang hurriedly replied.
Sun Wukong scratched his head and said, "He's called Grimace, from the Flower Fruit Mountain monkey clan."
"Flower Fruit Mountain... this..."
Bai Wuchang was taken aback and looked at Sun Wukong with a very strange expression in his eyes.
"Hurry up and tell me, where did you lure his soul to?" Sun Wukong saw Bai Wuchang hesitate and couldn't help but angrily ask. Bai Wuchang hesitated for a moment and said, "Immortal, forgive my bluntness. If you want the monkey's soul elsewhere, I would give it to you without a second thought. But the monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain are different. Their souls must be cast into Yin Mountain, so..."
"Yin Mountain? Why is this? What crime did the monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain commit to suffer such eternal damnation?" Sun Wukong asked in a cold tone. Sun Wukong naturally knew that it was filled with evil spirits condemned to eternal damnation. Sun Wukong couldn't understand why the monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain were being sent to Yin Mountain.
Sensing the chill emanating from Sun Wukong, Bai Wuchang hurriedly explained, "Immortal, this matter involves a secret, and this humble deity... dares not speak of it."
"Don't speak? If you don't speak, I'll beat you until your soul scatters."
Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with golden light, and he gathered a ball of lightning in his hand. The power of thunder is most effective against ghosts and gods. Seeing that Sun Wukong was about to get serious, Bai Wuchang didn't care much and hurriedly said, "Immortal, please wait. Although I can't say it, as long as you go to a certain place, you will know the answer."
"Oh? I wonder where you're referring to?"
Sun Wukong also didn't really want to kill Bai Wuchang. If a true immortal fell, it would definitely attract the full pursuit of the Underworld. By then, it would be inevitable to be discovered by Buddhism for some flaws. Sun Wukong had promised Bodhidharma that he would not provoke Buddhism within fifty years. Bai Wuchang said, "There are many who know about that secret, but only Judge Cui Yu dares to speak about it."
"Cui Yu? Where is Cui Yu now?" Sun Wukong quickly asked.
Bai Wuchang said, "Cui Yu is a close minister of the King of Hell, and his mansion is next to the Hell Palace at the Judge's mansion. If the celestial wants to find him, the little god is willing to guide the way."
Sun Wukong nodded and said, "Hell Palace I know the way, so I won't trouble you. You can rest for a while." As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wukong raised his fist and struck Bai Wuchang in the chest. While Bai Wuchang was falling, Sun Wukong quickly cast a paralyzing spell on him with his palm. "Hehe."
After finishing everything, Sun Wukong smiled triumphantly, about to leave, when suddenly he glanced back and said, "I almost forgot about you." Sun Wukong stepped forward, picked up the scroll that Li Bai had given to Heibai Wuchang, and saw a drawing of a white-robed female immortal exuding a heroic air between her brows. "Ding."
Sun Wukong casually threw the scroll aside, then cast a spell to immobilize the dazed Hei Wuchang.
"With my abilities, this immobilization spell should last for about two hours, which is enough time for me to finish what needs to be done," muttered Sun Wukong, before transforming into the fearsome Hei Wuchang, pulling out a strand of hair to create a mourning staff, conjuring an iron chain, and then swaggering out of the hall.
"I have seen Hell Commander."
Along the way, the passing ghost messengers all greeted Sun Wukong and looked at him with fear.
"Hell Commander."
The lone evil spirit guarding the gate saw Sun Wukong transform into Hei Wuchang and immediately went to greet him, asking, "Hell Commander, where are you going?"
Sun Wukong's expression changed and he said sternly, "Do I need to report to you where I, a god, am going?"
The evil spirit was shocked and quickly knelt down, kowtowing, "I spoke out of turn, please forgive me, Hell Commander."
Sun Wukong kicked the one-horned evil spirit, causing it to fall to the ground. Without even looking at the evil spirit, he walked straight towards the temple gate. The other ghost s were so frightened by the appearance of the one-horned evil spirit that they dared not speak, and instead knelt on the ground, trembling in fear, not daring to look Sun Wukong in the eye. When Sun Wukong left, the ghosts finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The one-horned evil spirit was sweating profusely. According to reason, ghosts should not have sweat, but due to extreme fear, the one-horned evil spirit was actually sweating, revealing the fear in its heart. It turns out that one of the Black and White Impermanence is quick to anger, and when angered, it devours the souls of ghosts. Countless ghosts in the underworld have been directly swallowed for provoking the Black Impermanence over trivial matters, never to be reincarnated. Just now, the one-horned evil spirit only received a kick, but for him, it was a narrow escape from death.
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