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After confirming repeatedly that he would not kill Ma Xiaohu and that he would turn Ma Xiaohu back into Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the quickest way possible, Tan Wenjie regained his freedom.

"Mr. Ma Xiaohu?"

Tan Wenjie came to Ma Xiaohu. Ma Xiaohu looked completely different from Ma Xiaoling, but looked exactly like Xu Fu.

"Yes, that's me." Ma Xiaohu stood up and wiped his palms with his pants.

"You're the one I'm looking for." Tan Wenjie opened his clothes, rummaged in his pocket, took out something, waved it in front of him, and then quickly put it away.

Then he said, "As you can see, you can ask me anything you don't understand, but we need your cooperation from now on."

"A cake shop gift card?" Ma Xiaohu asked, puzzled.

"..." Tan Wenjie turned to look at the other three, "With such good eyesight, why does he wear glasses?"

"..."X3
That's how it's portrayed in movies, yet it didn't work. No wonder he's the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha.

Ma Xiaohu said, "I also bought it at that store, and I have that card too."

"Oh, so you're one of us." Tan Wenjie walked up to Ma Xiaohu and put his arm around his shoulder. "Do you still recognize me? Do you remember your godson, Lin Huowang?"

Although it was an experience on another set, with Ksitigarbha's power, he should have been able to vaguely sense something.

“I don’t remember.” Ma Xiaohu shook his head. “Sir, please don’t joke with me. I’m in big trouble right now.”

"Have all the demons from hell escaped?"

“What hellish demon?” Ma Xiaohu shook his head. “It’s me. The wanted poster of the murderer looks exactly like me. I’ve been unlucky since birth. I never thought I might be executed this time.”

"Oh, I see. I can help you take care of it."

Seeing him pat his chest and make a promise, Ma Xiaohu was skeptical.

Tan Wenjie took out his phone and quickly dialed a number: "Hello, Mars, it's me. Yes, you're right, it's the paranormal event, the name is Ma Xiaohu... Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Tan Wenjie nodded to Ma Xiaohu: "Done."

Ma Xiaohu simply didn't believe it: "You just made a phone call and said you've taken care of it for me? Even the director isn't that capable. He's the Rain Night Butcher."

"If you don't believe me, go to the police station and see if they arrest you."

"I'm just unlucky, not stupid."

Ma Xiaohu sighed.

"Fine, what exactly do you want me to do?"

"You are actually the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but you chose to be reborn as a human in order to save the world. Now the world is waiting for you to save it and needs you to stand up and sacrifice your own interests to save the greater good."

"what?"

"Don't understand? No problem. I have two proposals that can help you save the world. One is to kill you and send you to your death."

"what?"

“Look, you are Ksitigarbha, who is the second-in-command in the underworld. At the same time, Ksitigarbha is also the head of the incense offerings of Mount Sumeru. No matter which way you die, you are going back to your hometown.”

"That makes some sense, but why the second-in-command?"

"The head of the underworld is the Fengdu Emperor."

Ma Xiaohu nodded. He didn't believe it at all, so he didn't intend to refute it. He Yingqiu hesitated to speak, but in the end, he chose to keep quiet.

In his heart, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was the boss.

Ma Xiaohu asked, "What is the second method?"

"I'll empty out hell to help you become a Buddha."

"Then let's go with the second one."

Ma Xiaohu's thinking was simple: the first option was to die, but he wasn't sure if it was true or not; compared to that, the second option meant he wouldn't suffer any loss.

"You wish! You think you can become a Buddha just by opening your mouth? You've had all the good things in the world. Why don't we just let you and a few of your confidantes become Buddhas together, and confer upon them the title of Bodhisattvas so they can always be by your side?"

"..."X4
The four people present had a strong intuition that Tan Wenjie seemed to have a strong urge to complain about this matter.

In fact, the other three also tended to choose the second method. Emptying Hell would be troublesome, but not impossible. On the contrary, if Ma Xiaohu could not turn back into Ksitigarbha after being killed, the situation would be very bad.

"What do you want me to do?"

"You finally understood."

Tan Wenjie gave Ma Xiaohu a look that suggested he was a promising young man. He then whispered in Ma Xiaohu's ear, "I want to be the agent of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

The other three: "..."

The sound was very loud, and they were very strong, so it could be heard very clearly.

"Master Patriarch?"

He Yingqiu was shocked to discover that he had been betrayed.

He finally got a promotion, only to have it stolen from him.

“There cannot be two voices in the underworld. Ah Qiu, you are still young. I will pass the position to you after I die.”

He Yingqiu: "..."

Do you really think he hasn't looked through the Book of Life and Death? It's been tens of thousands of years, he's had a long time to endure.

“Okay.” Ma Xiaohu nodded.

"I'm leaving." Tan Wenjie turned around and said to the three of them, including King Fuxi, "I'm going to Hell. I'm leaving everything in the human world to you."

"You!" Ma Xiaoling took two steps forward, then stopped and warned, "Be careful."

In the blink of an eye, Tan Wenjie's figure had completely disappeared.

The remaining people looked at each other in bewilderment until He Yingqiu spoke first.

"I have another place to go, so I'll go first."

He Yingqiu, who was acting alone, found his younger brother, He Youqiu.

He was exceptionally gifted and was known as the Iron Plate Divine Calculator Tianyi. He possessed the Imperial Principles of Governing the World and could accurately predict the fate of all beings in the six realms.

However, in order to defy fate for his girlfriend, he created a forbidden spell to bring her back to life, which conflicted with He Yingqiu's beliefs, and the two eventually drifted further and further apart.

The night was dark, and the moonlight was cold.

The streetlights went out one after another.

He Yingqiu looked at the figure walking through the lamplight and saw that it was his younger brother, He Youqiu.

"My feeling was right after all."

He Yingqiu had always had a strong intuition, and seeing He Youqiu today confirmed that intuition; the person in front of him was no longer his brother.

It's possible that something possessed his body, or perhaps his consciousness was plunged into complete darkness due to his research into forbidden techniques.

"You were looking for me?" He Youqiu smiled as he looked at his elder brother.

With a sigh, He Yingqiu made a hand seal and charged towards his brother.

"boom!"

Upon contact, He Yingqiu was sent flying backward. As the agent of Ksitigarbha, his strength had been significantly enhanced once again, but he was still at a disadvantage after the first exchange.

He Youqiu smiled and tilted his head to look at his older brother who was kneeling on the ground.

"Grandmaster, lend me a hand!" He Yingqiu stomped his right foot on the ground and raised his hands above his head.

"Oh? The founder?"

A dark cloud drifted in from the sky, completely obscuring the moon above their heads.

The lightning gathered, like light overflowing from a sponge filled with water.

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting He Yingqiu squarely on the head.

When the lightning dissipated, He Yingqiu had changed drastically.

He has three heads and six arms, wears golden chainmail armor and a red brocade robe, rides a train, and carries a divine weapon that shimmers with a faint golden light in each of his six arms: the Golden Cudgel, Thor's Hammer, Golden Bow, Xuan Tian Giant Axe, Divine Demon Sword, and Fire Brick.

There was a white light of a decapitated owl flowing overhead, sword energy that cut through space, flames powerful enough to burn eight hundred miles away, a golden bow that could shoot down the sun, and thunder that could control the celestial phenomena.

He Youqiu's smile froze for a moment, then quickly returned.

Feeling the powerful force flowing into his body, He Yingqiu's three heads showed different expressions, but in the end they all turned into a unified shock.

"The Grandmaster's power is truly vast." He Yingqiu took three deep breaths. "After eliminating evil, I will return to personally apologize to the Grandmaster!" ...

The underworld.

Tan Wenjie's return felt like coming home; the air was cool and refreshing, like the relief of turning on the air conditioner to beat the heat.

"Who?!"

A group of men in black appeared, watching Tan Wenjie warily.

"Shouldn't all the ghosts bow down to me the moment I appear?"

The situation was somewhat unexpected.

Although everything in this world strictly follows the direction recorded in the "heavenly book," it also deviates from the script in various aspects.

"But is it Tan Wenjie?" an elderly man among the men in black asked.

"Yes."

"Master Mao invites you."

The men in black dispersed, much to Tan Wenjie's regret. What a great scene of showing off and slapping faces! These ghostly messengers were just following the rules.

The underworld in the 21st century has been completely modernized. After passing through the gate, Tan Wenjie saw Mao Xiaofang, one of Ajiao's junior disciples.

“I’m going to hell,” Tan Wenjie said.

“Ah Qiu has already told me,” Mao Xiaofang said. “This way please. I have already cleared out some of the hellish demons, but the rest are too difficult to deal with. They have committed many murders and are extremely fanatical.”

The closer you get to hell, the louder the wails and roars become.

Roaring and cursing.

The layers of hell had clouded their consciousness, and they had long lost their fear of the ghost messengers. Even if they were still afraid, they couldn't escape.

Suddenly, the two of them stopped at the same time.

A voice came to their ears.

"Grandmaster, lend me a hand!"

"A-Qiu?" X2
Mao Xiaofang frowned: "It seems he's run into big trouble."

He Yingqiu did not inform anyone of his next plans, so there must be danger involved.

The only reason someone would suddenly seek help from their ancestor is if the enemy is too strong.

Tan Wenjie raised his hand, gesturing, "You do it?"

Mao Xiaofang shook his head: "Aqiu may have encountered a formidable enemy. The more people there are, the more strength we'll have. Let's come together."

As he spoke, Mao Xiaofang sent out his magical power.

A beam of light, as thick as a little finger, flew out from between his eyebrows.

This force possesses 90% of Mao Xiaofang's magical power, enough to help He Yingqiu deal with most enemies. If the enemy cannot be defeated before the magical power is exhausted, even if Mao Xiaofang personally goes to help, it will be useless.

"Boom, boom, boom—!!"

The updraft lifted the clothes.

Her hair also floated upwards.

Mao Xiaofang somersaulted backwards, looking at Tan Wenjie, whose whole body was enveloped in dazzling golden light. The light surging upwards from him seemed like a pillar of light reaching the sky.

"This power, gulp." Mao Xiaofang swallowed.

The wisp of magic power I gave earlier doesn't seem to be that important.

The eighteen levels of hell suddenly fell silent.

The eyes of the hellish demons, who were in a daze and constantly roaring and cursing, were clear and pure.

"call."

Tan Wenjie exhaled, then took out a handful of pills and poured them into his mouth.

The aroma of medicinal pills wafting through the air made Mao Xiaofang's nostrils twitch involuntarily.

It smelled so good that even after years of cultivation, he almost couldn't control his desire. He probably thought that eating just one of those elixirs would greatly increase his cultivation level.

"Want some?" Tan Wenjie tossed a bottle to Mao Xiaofang.

"This is?"

"Obtained from the Tushita Palace."

The dregs of the pills used to feed the cattle in the Tushita Palace, of course, also included some whole pills, as eating too much of them would cause bloating.

If an ordinary person isn't strong enough, let alone go to the Tushita Palace to eat at a buffet like Sun Wukong, they can just lick a mouthful of medicine residue and fall into a deep sleep. If they eat too much, they might end up being refined by the elixir.

Whoever is strong is the master.

This refers to the dregs of the medicine. The real elixir has absolutely no side effects. At most, like the Seven Returns Fire Pill, it will make you sleep soundly after taking it.

As he spoke, Mao Xiaofang had already dipped a finger in the tin and put it in his mouth.

"How about it?"

"A perfect geographical advantage!" Mao Xiaofang gave a thumbs up.

Tan Wenjie: "??"

It seems that the merging of the two worlds is accelerating, and now even Uncle Nine and Mao Xiaofang are influencing each other.

"It's time to deal with the hellish demons."

A lotus tree emerged from the shadow behind Tan Wenjie, and then a bull-headed Yin soldier with bulging muscles, resembling an iron tower, stepped out from it.

Its hooves landed on the ground with a "thud".

With a powerful kick, the ground trembled violently, creating a giant crater. The next moment, the bull-headed ghost soldier tore through the ghostly wind and launched it like a cannonball towards the eighteen levels of hell.

Mao Xiaofang swallowed hard.

If he wasn't mistaken, the bull-headed ghost soldier didn't use any magic; he simply smashed into hell with his powerful body.

Moreover, the magical power of the Ox-Headed Yin Soldier was not very strong, which could be clearly sensed.

"Senior, isn't it too dangerous for it to fall into hell with its flesh and blood?" Mao Xiaofang worried.

This is no different from a lamb being led into the jaws of a tiger.

Tan Wenjie didn't speak, but one bull's head after another emerged from the shadows behind him, smashing into hell in the same way as the bull's head stomping the ground.

Before long, the eighteen levels of hell were filled with endless screams of agony.

Finally, a figure exactly like Tan Wenjie appeared, with long black hair swaying weightlessly like seaweed in water, and sinister intent in his eyes. Behind him were 11 small drums, flashing with different attributes such as earth, fire, water, and wind.

He strode forward, heading straight for the eighteenth level of hell.

In Hell, as Mao Xiaofang said, the Sun Minotaur are made of steel but also of flesh and blood. Without powerful magic to protect them, they would soon be devoured endlessly.

Fortunately, the Minotaur soldiers were also zombies, so they could hold out longer.

The Hell of Tongue Pulling.

A demon general with a long tongue stood on a horse of flesh and blood made up of hundreds of people piled up in an interlocking pattern, holding a horse-slaying sword in his hand, and behind him were countless hellish demons.

Confronting the Long-Tongued Demon General was the Sun Bull Head, whose horn had been severed. With its absolute power, when its fist rubbed against the Yin energy, it unleashed a ranged attack that resembled an air cannon. This ranged attack was enough to cause the souls of most evil spirits to disintegrate.

However, lacking a truly lethal finishing move, the Minotaur was stuck in a stalemate. If this continued, the Minotaur would surely be devoured without a trace.

The long-tongued demon general looked at the bull-headed man and said, "Let that lord come here. I have nothing to say to a nobody like you."

A dark shadow appeared.

"There are more helpers?" The long-tongued ghost general smiled.

He admitted that he was intimidated by the powerful magic that had just erupted, but that didn't mean he was afraid of just anyone.

However, the shadowy figure swiftly passed through the long-tongued ghost general and his entourage without stopping.

The explosion rang out, and the Long-Tongued Demon General's army collapsed. Countless evil spirits were almost instantly annihilated. A few barely managed to hold on, but they all knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling, their eyes filled with fear.

That powerful being is still outside of hell; what exactly is rushing in?

Mao Xiaofang, who was guarding outside the hell, only heard the loud noises that rang out almost one after another.

"Boom!" X17
And that somewhat indifferent voice:
"Excuse me, could you please let me through?" (End of Chapter)