Honghuang: My understanding is beyond belief. I am the first immortal of Jiejiao.

He looked at the Guanyin Bodhisattva in the picture and couldn't help but sigh.

"This dance is simply a miracle! It conveys a longing for freedom and beauty. I have never seen such a beautiful dance before!"

The other Buddha, however, looked terrified and spoke in a trembling voice.

"No, no! This dance is clearly sorcery! It can bewitch people and shake my Buddhist heart! I'm about to be unable to extricate myself!"

However, his words did not attract the attention of the other Buddhas, because everyone's eyes were firmly drawn to the images in the supernatural vision and could not look away.

As the dance continued, something even more terrifying happened.

The Buddha-mind of the three thousand Buddhas began to slacken, and their strength was declining at a visible rate.

They felt as if their bodies were being hollowed out by the dance, and their Buddhist teachings were gradually being lost.

"No!"

A Buddha cried out in alarm.

"My strength is declining! What's going on? We've fallen into a trap!"

However, his voice was drowned out by the Buddhas' obsession, and no one paid him any attention.

Everyone's eyes were completely captivated by the dance, unable to look away.

Even the Buddha sensed something was amiss.

Although he was not as obsessed as other Buddhas, his Buddhist heart was also greatly impacted.

He tried to bring everyone to their senses, but it was all in vain.

"Quick! Wake up! This is Lin Zhu's conspiracy!"

The Buddha shouted angrily.

However, everyone was so engrossed in the beauty of the dance that they couldn't hear him at all.

The Buddha was filled with an ominous premonition; he knew that Lin Zhu must be behind this.

He manipulated his supernatural vision, trying to move the image up to see who was behind it all.

Finally, the supernatural vision shifted upwards, and a figure appeared in the scene.

The man sat upright in a large chair, holding a cup of fine wine in his hand, watching the three great monks dance with great interest.

A wicked smile played on his lips, as if everything was under his control.

The Great Thunder Temple was instantly thrown into an uproar.

Everyone recognized the man; it was none other than Lin Zhu, the God of Law Enforcement in the Three Realms!
The Buddha's face instantly darkened to a point where it seemed to drip water.

He stared intently at Lin Zhu in his supernatural vision, and said through gritted teeth.

"Lin Zhu! It's you again! You monster!"

He immediately understood that the three monks had been coerced by Lin Zhu into performing the dance.

Lin Zhu was the culprit who was behind all this trouble!

Lin Zhu seemed to have noticed the Buddha's gaze.

He gazed at the three thousand Buddhas through his supernatural vision, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

He made a counting motion and then spoke to the Supernatural Vision.

"Want to see more? Pay up if you want to!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and severed his supernatural vision.

Only at this moment did the three thousand Buddhas awaken.

They were all pale-faced and drenched in sweat, their strength having regressed by a great deal.

Some Buddhas even lost their vital energy of countless years because they did some unspeakable things in their delusion.

The three thousand Buddhas were still shaken, their faces showing lingering fear, yet also a hint of disappointment.

“This dance is truly terrifying,” a Buddha said in a trembling voice.

“Yes, it almost destroyed my Buddhist heart,” another Buddha echoed.

However, even the Buddha couldn't help but savor the memory.

"However, this dance is truly beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful dance in my entire life."

The Buddha looked at these Buddhas who were still savoring the moment and cursed them inwardly for being crazy.

He knew that now was not the time to reminisce; they had been ambushed. The only way out was to send someone down to the mortal realm to negotiate with Lin Zhu.

"Everyone!"

The Buddha shouted loudly.

"Now is not the time to reminisce! We've been ambushed! We must immediately send someone down to the mortal realm to negotiate with Lin Zhu!"

However, everyone kept their heads down, not daring to look at him.

The Buddha looked around and found that half of the three thousand Buddhas were still savoring the dance with lingering enjoyment, and he immediately gave up.

He knew that these people were completely unreliable.

Left with no other choice, he had to get up and prepare to descend to the mortal realm.

When the three thousand Buddhas saw the Tathagata Buddha rise, they immediately straightened up and chanted the Buddha's name loudly.

They tried to convince the Buddha that they had returned to normal and didn't want him to face Lin Zhu.

However, the Buddha knew that they were just pretending to be dead, and didn't want to face the demon Lin Zhu.

He sighed and had no choice but to obediently descend to the mortal realm.

He had a premonition that he would be persecuted by Lin Zhu on this trip.

But he had no choice, because he was Buddha.

Deep within the underworld, Lin Zhu sat leisurely on his throne, enjoying the dance of the three great bodhisattvas.

The Emperor of Fengdu stood respectfully behind him, his eyes filled with awe.

"Lord Prison God, what exactly happened to the Buddha?"

The Emperor of Fengdu asked in a low voice. Although he could not see the situation in the Western Paradise, he guessed a thing or two from Lin Zhu's strange smile.

Lin Zhu chuckled softly, picked up the wine in his hand, and took a small sip.

"It's nothing, it just let those old guys see what they wanted to see."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor of Fengdu was startled, and he immediately understood Lin Zhu's meaning.

Lin Zhu deliberately let the Buddha calculate his position, and the Buddhas of the Western Paradise just happened to look over at this moment, just in time to see the three great Bodhisattvas dancing a passionate dance.

"This... Lord Prison God, you did this on purpose?"

The voice of the Emperor of Fengdu was filled with shock.

Lin Zhu didn't answer, but took another sip of wine, a playful smile on his face.

"These Buddhas, while saying that all things are empty, are all lecherous old men in their hearts."

Now they'll see what a true 'Pure Land of Bliss' is like.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor of Fengdu felt even more admiration for Lin Zhu.

He knew that Lin Zhu was using a blatant scheme to openly humiliate the Buddhas of the Western Paradise, and that the other party had no way to deal with him.

"The Emperor of Fengdu asked nervously."

"Lord of the Prison, should we go to the Heavenly Court to ask for reinforcements? I'm afraid the Buddha won't let this go easily this time."

Lin Zhu shook his head, his face still bearing that wicked smile.

"No need, you don't need to get involved. You just need to give me the Book of Life and Death, and then leave."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor of Fengdu did not hesitate at all. He immediately took out a thick book from his robes and respectfully handed it to Lin Zhu.

That book was none other than the Book of Life and Death, a priceless treasure of the underworld.

Lin Zhu took the Book of Life and Death, casually flipped through a few pages, then waved his hand, signaling the Emperor of Fengdu to step down.

The Emperor of Fengdu immediately bowed and withdrew, his heart filled with reverence for Lin Zhu. He knew that Lin Zhu's strength had reached a terrifying level.

In this world, perhaps only Lin Zhu can make even a Quasi-Saint realm being bow down.

Lin Zhu continued to watch the three great masters perform the "Pure Land of Bliss" with ease, and he sighed.

"What a pity that such a beautiful dance can only be seen by me. But... that's fine too. Enjoying this beauty all to myself is also a kind of pleasure."

Meanwhile, under the guidance of the magical dancer Duomi, the Tang Emperor traversed the Netherworld Mountain, the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and the Bridge of Helplessness.

According to the original plan of the Western religion, they would use the wronged spirits to frighten the Tang emperor, so that he would obediently convene a grand Buddhist and Taoist ceremony to pray for his soul's salvation.

However, after the transformation of the underworld, the ghosts no longer looked scary.

Those demons that should have looked ferocious are now dressed in cute cartoon costumes and selling snacks on the roadside.

Far from being frightened, the Tang emperor chatted with them with great interest.

The Treasure Goddess watched all this, her heart filled with despair.

She knew that if things continued like this, the grand plan of the Journey to the West would be in vain.

Just then, she saw a group of evil spirits who had not been reformed by the underworld rush out from a corner of the underworld.

Those evil spirits had ferocious faces and exuded a strong aura of malevolence; one look was enough to tell they were vicious and wicked.

The Treasure Goddess was overjoyed. She immediately pointed at the group of evil spirits and said to the Tang King.

"Your Majesty, look! These are the real evil spirits of the underworld! They've come to claim your life!"

However, the Tang emperor was not afraid at all.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light burst forth from his body, like a blazing sun, instantly enveloping the evil spirits.

"what!"

The demons let out a shrill scream as their bodies rapidly evaporated in the golden light, vanishing into nothingness before they could even utter a wail.

The Treasure Goddess stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the group of evil spirits being exorcised, her mind a complete blank.

She never expected that the golden light emanating from the Tang King would be so domineering.

The Tang King withdrew the golden light, clapped his hands, and said calmly.

"I've long heard of the evil spirits in the underworld, but I never imagined that what I've seen today would be so unremarkable. Alright, Treasure Goddess, let's continue on our way."

The Treasure Goddess was on the verge of tears, but she had no choice but to grit her teeth and send the Tang King to the Daoist sect of reincarnation.

The Tang Emperor looked at the gleaming golden gate and a joyful smile appeared on his face.

Just as he was about to step into the gate of the Daoist sect of the Transcendental Path, the Heavenly Maiden of Treasures hurriedly stopped him.

"and many more!"

"Treasure Goddess!" cried the treasure maiden.

"Your Majesty, you cannot go in!"

The Tang king looked at her with displeasure.

"Why? I have already traversed the underworld, why can't I return to the world of the living?"

The Treasure Goddess was so anxious she was almost in tears, and she hurriedly explained.

"These procedures are incomplete! The Book of Life and Death hasn't arrived yet! Your Majesty, you cannot leave!"

Upon hearing this, the Tang emperor showed a displeased expression.

"The Book of Life and Death? My Book of Life and Death is long gone. Why are you trying to fob me off with these?"

The Treasure Goddess was speechless; she knew she had truly lost this time.

She could only turn to the Buddha for help, hoping he could give her guidance.

Meanwhile, Lin Zhu was enjoying the pole dance performed by the Three Great Masters.

The three Bodhisattvas had been utterly humiliated, their faces filled with numbness.

Just as they thought Lin Zhu would make them dance a striptease, the sky above the underworld was suddenly filled with the light of Buddha.

Golden rays of light descended from the sky, enveloping the entire underworld.

Countless ghosts and spirits bowed down in worship, their faces filled with awe.

A figure appeared in the underworld.

He was wearing a kasaya and a five-Buddha crown, with a solemn and dignified appearance.

His appearance sent shivers down the spine of the entire underworld.

The one who came was none other than the Buddha!

The three Bodhisattvas' eyes immediately lit up with joy when they saw the Buddha.

They quickly returned to the Buddha's side, resuming their aloof demeanor, as if they were not the ones who had just been dancing.

The Buddha looked down at Lin Zhu from his high position, his imposing aura pressing down on Lin Zhu like Mount Tai.

"Lin Zhu!"

The voice of the Buddha was incredibly loud, like a great bell, echoing throughout the entire underworld.

"Enough is enough!"

However, faced with the immense pressure from the Buddha, Lin Zhu simply smiled faintly.

He picked up the wine in his hand, took a small sip, and then looked at the Buddha, uttering a sentence that completely disrupted the Buddha's aura.

The Buddha stood majestically in the underworld, his body radiating Buddhist light, his powerful aura sweeping towards the bamboo forest like Mount Tai pressing down.

He was trying to overpower Lin Zhu in this way, to let him know that the Buddha's teachings are boundless and cannot be offended.

However, Lin Zhu remained unmoved.

He remained seated on his throne, legs crossed, a playful smile on his face.

He looked at the Buddha, but his gaze fell on the stone platform beneath him.

"Hey old monk, doesn't your butt hurt from sitting like that for a while? This hard stone platform isn't as comfortable as my throne. But speaking of which, where's your nine-grade golden lotus? Why don't you take it out and sit on it? Did someone steal it?"

Lin Zhu's words were like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the Buddha's sore spot.

He felt incredibly wronged because Lin Zhu was right; his Ninth-Rank Golden Lotus had indeed been stolen by Lin Zhu.

He was now forced to sit on a hard stone platform, which made him feel incredibly humiliated.

The Buddha took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

He knew he couldn't let Lin Zhu provoke him, otherwise he would only fall into Lin Zhu's trap.

However, Lin Zhu had no intention of letting him go.

He continued his provocation.

“Old monk, it really doesn’t look right with your finger missing. Your Abhaya Mudra (gesture of fearlessness) also looks quite awkward. Is it because you’ve lost a finger that you’re afraid to do the Abhaya Mudra?”

When the Buddha heard Lin Zhu's words, he almost burst into tears on the spot.

No one can understand the pain he suffered from losing his finger.

He tried to maintain a solemn expression, attempting to condemn Lin Zhu in the name of justice.

"Lin Zhu! Stop spouting nonsense! We Buddhists are compassionate and strive to save all sentient beings. You fiend, yet you commit countless evils here, hindering our efforts to guide the Tang Emperor! Do you know your crime?!"

Just then, Guanyin Bodhisattva couldn't bear to watch any longer.

She jumped out and pointed at Lin Zhu angrily.

"Lin Zhu! You fiend, cease your insolence here! You utter such arrogant words and blaspheme against the Buddha's teachings. Are you not afraid that the Buddha will punish you and cast you into the eighteenth level of hell, never to be reborn?!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhu laughed even more heartily.

He looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva and said jokingly.

"Sister Guanyin, you're mistaken. I haven't blasphemed Buddhism; I'm just telling the truth. However, I do have a question for you. Is the mole on your leg black or red?" (End of Chapter)