A master of comedy!

Chapter 201 Black and White Impermanence
In "Journey to the West", after Wukong returned from his studies, he subdued the demon kings of the seventy-two caves, caused trouble in the Dragon Palace, demanded weapons and armor, and lived a life of revelry and happiness.

However, after getting drunk, his soul was taken away by the underworld messengers, which led to the story of him causing havoc in the underworld.

Zhou Sheng never expected that he would also have the experience of being bewitched.

The chains binding him at this moment were extremely peculiar, seemingly inscribed with some kind of scripture, gleaming with an eerie light in the night, and with wisps of visible yin energy clinging to them.

Bound by these chains, Zhou Sheng felt completely powerless, as if even his magical power was imprisoned.

Whoosh!

The chains rattled, pulling Zhou Sheng forward.

A mocking voice rang out.

"Master Zhou, you are quite skilled. It took nine calls to separate the soul from the body. My voice is hoarse from shouting. Have you prepared some tea and money?"

The voice was full of arrogance. Zhou Sheng suddenly looked up and saw two sinister and terrifying figures.

A person with a face as white as powder, tall and thin, with a strange smile on his face, a long tongue sticking out, wearing a tall hat, and holding a soul-snatching chain.

A man with a dark complexion, short and stout build, a serious expression, and a long tongue sticking out, wearing a black official hat and holding a mourning stick, stood guard menacingly to the side.

One was black, the other white; one was fat, the other thin—these striking features clearly indicated their identities.

Black and White Impermanence!

Legend has it that although these two are messengers of the underworld, they do not guide just anyone when they die.

When ordinary people die, they are usually summoned by ordinary ghost messengers. Those who can get the Black and White Impermanence to come out are either noble people with good fortune, famous ministers and generals, or cultivators with profound Taoist skills but whose lifespan is about to end.

As Zhou Sheng gazed at them, a chill ran through him, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

Because Bao Ying had told him that although the Black and White Impermanence were not under Judge Lu's jurisdiction in the underworld, they had a very good relationship with him.

Their personal coming to collect my soul shows how much they value me; as for this mockery, they are probably trying to provoke me.

After Zhou Sheng understood, he said calmly, "I have prepared tea money for you two, but could you please loosen the chains so that I can get it for you?"

These soul-snatching chains have a strong restraining effect on the soul. Zhou Sheng wanted to remove the shackles first, otherwise he would have no way to protect himself on the way.

"Heh heh, you audacious sorcerer, daring to bribe the underworld official to untie you! You deserve thirty strokes of the cane!"

White Impermanence's eyes were full of mockery, then he glanced at Black Impermanence.

Black Impermanence nodded expressionlessly, but his eyes flickered slightly. Holding the mourning staff, he floated forward and raised the staff to strike Zhou Sheng.

In an instant, Zhou Sheng's gaze sharpened, and he realized something was wrong.

He knew this trip to the underworld would be dangerous, but he never expected it to be this dangerous. Had the other party's intention to harm him become so blatant?
That mourning staff is no ordinary object; it is the signature weapon of the Black Impermanence, used to strike fierce spirits and evil ghosts, and can even cripple them.

If he breaks his leg or gets injured, it will definitely affect his performance. If he makes even the slightest mistake, he will be doomed!
Roar!
Just as the mourning stick was about to strike Zhou Sheng, a dragon's roar suddenly rang out, and his soul suddenly shone with golden light. Two golden dragons of fortune could be vaguely seen encircling and protecting his body, exuding divine might.

A clang!
The mourning stick actually sparked when struck, like striking a golden bell. Even the Black Impermanence took a few steps back, his eyes wide with surprise.

Bai Wuchang also showed an incredulous expression, and the soul-hooking chains in his hands rustled loudly in front of the two golden dragons of fortune.

A look of joy appeared in Zhou Sheng's eyes.

He was still not used to his soul leaving his body when he realized that, in addition to his cultivation level, Yazi, Chiwen, and the pure Yang sword embryo had all followed him.

If necessary, the shackles can be broken at any time!
"Huh? How can a sorcerer possess such extraordinary luck?"

The Black and White Impermanence were filled with doubt and surprise. Such amazing luck was just like that of a prince. Could he be... the bloodline of the emperor who had fallen into the common people?
"Hmph, no matter who you are, as long as you are a registered ghost opera performer, don't even think about escaping!" A fierce glint flashed in Bai Wuchang's eyes, and he was about to activate his divine power when he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice.

“We are opera performers, not your prisoners. If I remember correctly, traditional ghost opera performers were not bound by soul-snatching chains when performing Ghost Opera during the Ghost Festival, right?”

The voice was calm, but that calmness was like a volcano about to erupt, carrying a chilling murderous intent.

The Black and White Impermanence were instantly shaken.

Whoosh!

The soul-snatching chain automatically untied itself and retracted into the hand of the White Impermanence, coiling and dancing like a frightened python.

"Master!"

Zhou Sheng, now free, couldn't help but show his joy and shouted it out loud.

Under the moonlight, Yu Zhensheng appeared behind the Black and White Impermanence at some unknown time, his white hair fluttering, and his aged eyes becoming unusually cold and sharp.

In an instant, the usually carefree and nonchalant old man seemed to transform into a ruthless demon king who could terrify even ghosts and gods.

"Jade... Jade resonates!"

How could you—

"How did I get here?"

Yu Zhensheng stepped forward and sneered, "Zhongyuan Ghost Play, you were worried that I would interfere, so you sent an old acquaintance to delay me. Unfortunately, after all these years, even with one of my legs crippled, he is still no match for me."

As the sound of jade chimes drew closer, a visible hint of tension appeared on the sinister face of the Black and White Impermanence.

"If our Zhao family hadn't killed the Black and White Impermanence back then, how could you two have risen to your positions?"

"What... you've only been in this position for twenty years, and you're already getting impatient?"

Hearing his master's words, Zhou Sheng was shocked.

It turns out that these two were not the Seventh and Eighth Masters from mythology, but later superiors, the real Black and White Impermanence, who actually perished at the hands of the Zhao family troupe led by their master.

"This...this..."

“Yu Zhensheng, when a ghost opera performer turns eighteen, he must go to the underworld to perform ghost operas during the Ghost Festival. This is a rule set by your ancestor. Do you want to break the rule?”

White Impermanence spoke up to question him.

"Who broke the rules first?"

Yu Zhensheng glanced at them coldly, then brushed past them and walked straight toward his disciple, his back seemingly completely unguarded.

The Black and White Impermanence's eyes flickered, but in the end, neither of them dared to make a move.

Although the King of Hell crippled Yu Zhensheng's leg and most of his power because of that "Exploring Yin Mountain" incident, the shadow this person left on them was too deep.

The number of ghosts and spirits who died in that play back then was more than the number of people who have perished in the underworld over the past few hundred years.

All of this stems from the thin old man in front of us.

“Yu Zhensheng, we haven’t broken any rules. It’s all because you sang ‘Exploring the Underworld’ back then, which angered King Yama. Since then, he has ordered us to capture souls and lock spirits, so we no longer need to be polite to the Yin Opera Masters!”

"You brought all of this upon yourself!"

(End of this chapter)