Journey to the West: Nine-tailed demon emperor

Chapter 268 The Golden Cicada (for Subscription)
"Hehe, there's nothing wrong with it, the poor monk is just sympathizing with those affected souls!"

Looking at Ling Tianfeng with a serious face, Ksitigarbha shook his head and laughed, elegant and refined.

Hearing this, not only Ling Tianfeng, but also Sun Wukong and Tu Shanhao beside him couldn't help being stunned, they didn't expect Ksitigarbha to be so talkative.

According to the original plot, shouldn't it be that in order to maintain his majesty, Ksitigarbha took the initiative to teach the three of Tu Shanhao a lesson, and then unfold an inspirational story about 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi?
Sun Wukong glanced at Ksitigarbha suspiciously, and said tentatively:

"Bodhisattva, you are really not angry, so why did you suddenly appear here?

Hearing this, Ksitigarbha smiled and said lightly:
"The three benefactors are causing trouble in the underworld. Although it has nothing to do with the poor monk, as neighbors, why should they come forward to persuade them?"

"So, Bodhisattva, which of the Yamas invited you as a lobbyist?"

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows and asked in doubt.

Ksitigarbha shook his head lightly, smiled lightly and said:
"The ten halls of hell still can't invite the poor monk. The poor monk came here because of a friend's request, to comfort the benefactor with a word."

Hearing this, Sun Wukong was stunned, pointing at himself and asking;

"Persuade me, who is going to persuade my old grandson to become your friend of Bodhisattva, and the other party's status is not ordinary, right?"

Ksitigarbha nodded slightly, his face gradually solemn, and said:

"Who is the poor monk's good friend? The benefactor will know in the future, but the poor monk's good friend's words still have to be brought."

Speaking of this, Ksitigarbha paused and said again:

"The friend of the poor monk said that the cause of today will be the fruit of tomorrow. Donor, what you do today will lead to calamity one day. I hope you will cherish it!"

Hearing this, Sun Wukong frowned, and he was very puzzled who persuaded him, and even more puzzled why that person would persuade him like this, could it be...

Could it be that that person also knew about Journey to the West's scheming, but most of the people who knew about it should be people from the Heavenly Court and Buddhism, who would remind themselves?
Thoughts were spinning, Sun Wukong became more and more confused, and in the end he thought about it lazily, and just left it behind. Anyway, he already knew about Journey to the West, so he didn't need others to remind him.

At this point, Sun Wukong exhaled, cupped his hands and said:
"Thank you Bodhisattva for passing on the message, and I also need more Bodhisattva friends to persuade me. My old grandson behaves like this. If there is a calamity, I will bear it myself!"

Hearing this, Ksitigarbha took a deep look at Monkey King and said:
"That's all for now, the poor monk's words have been brought, so let's just say goodbye, but I hope the benefactor will not create evil obstacles for the sake of the millions of dead souls in this underworld."

After finishing speaking, Ksitigarbha turned around and walked into the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, and disappeared from the sight of Tu Shanhao and the others in just a few breaths.

"This... Bodhisattva is angry?"

Looking at the direction where King Ksitigarbha disappeared, the three of them, Monkey King, looked at each other in disbelief, not knowing why.

After a while, Tu Shanhao frowned slightly, and said solemnly:

"Since the Bodhisattva has already left, let's go too. It's important to find life and death first. At worst, we will thank you later."

Hearing this, Sun Wukong and Ling Tianfeng nodded slightly, agreeing:

"Okay, then let's go first, and thank you later."

Saying that, the three of them hurriedly left Huangquan Road while the flowers on the other side were not in bloom.

"..."

"Look, that monkey didn't take what you said to heart at all, it's unnecessary!"

Just when Tu Shanhao and the others left Huangquan Road, Ksitigarbha, who had already left, reappeared, standing on Qingshi Road, laughing and teasing.

And at the same time that Ksitigarbha appeared, another young monk wearing a white robe also appeared at the same time.

I saw this young monk is handsome and elegant, with a face like a crown of jade, eyes like a bright moon, a white monk robe that is ethereal and solemn, and a gentle smile on his lips all the time, which perfectly interprets the beauty of femininity.

Seeing the ridicule of King Jizo, the young monk shook his head and said with a light smile:

"It doesn't matter whether it's too much or not, but the poor monk and the Pohou have a relationship between master and apprentice. If we meet today, please help if you can!"

Hearing this, Ksitigarbha King sighed softly:
"Jin Chanzi, you are just too kind. What does that relationship between master and apprentice have to do with you? After all, you were at that time..."

Speaking of this, Ksitigarbha didn't say anything, just sighed slightly.

That's right, this young monk like Ksitigarbha is nothing else, he is Jin Chanzi, the second disciple of Buddha Tathagata, Tang Sanzang hundreds of years later.

But in comparison, the weak and incompetent Tang Sanzang hundreds of years later is so different from Jin Chanzi at this time, it is unbelievable.

Seeing that King Jizo felt sorry for himself, Jin Chanzi smiled faintly, and said inexplicably:
"Is it really useless? This monkey is not an ordinary person. The poor monk is still very confident."

Ksitigarbha King looked at Jin Chanzi strangely when he heard the words, and said helplessly:

"In that case, let's wait and see. Anyway, the poor monk has already helped out once, and it can be regarded as doing his best."

After all, the figure of Ksitigarbha gradually faded until he completely disappeared in place.

Without even looking at the departing Ksitigarbha, Jin Chanzi stared at the direction in which Monkey King and the three left, and murmured:
"Is it really useless, but the poor monk doesn't believe it!"

As he said that, Jin Chanzi's figure gradually faded away and disappeared in place.

Only the bumpy Huangquan Road and the sea of ​​flowers on the other side with withered flowers are left.

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At the same time, the three of Tu Shanhao had reached the end of Huangquan Road and reached a long river that stretched for an unknown distance.

Looking around, I can see that at the end of the bluestone is a long river with a width of about [-] zhang. The upstream and downstream cannot be seen. The river is blood-yellow.

The long river is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts who cannot be reincarnated, insects and snakes are densely covered, and the wind is blowing. From time to time, there will be bloody waves.

On the Wangchuan River, there are three bridges with different colors: the upper layer is black and yellow, the middle layer is blood red, and the lower layer is pitch black.

Those who are good at birth and have meritorious deeds can walk on the upper level of the Xuanhuang Bridge, protected by meritorious deeds, and can safely pass through the Wangchuan River.

In life, good and evil are intertwined, and those who have no merit and karma can walk through the blood-red bridge in the middle layer, and they can pass through it all by their own strength, and there will be some tests.

Those born evil and with karma can only walk on the lowest level of the dark bridge, and all the evil spirits and ghosts in the Wangchuan River will attack and pull them into the river as companions, and they will never be reborn forever.

But these three bridges are all prepared for the soul, but the three of Tu Shanhao are Yang people.

Regardless of merit and karma, the Xuanhuang bridge on the upper level and the blood-red bridge on the middle level would definitely not be able to carry the physical bodies of the three people, and only the pitch-black bridge on the lowest level could barely carry them.

Looking at the turbulent Wangchuan River, Monkey King said solemnly:

"Second and third brothers, be careful. This river is extremely dangerous, and the bridge is also fragile. Let's go over one by one."

"Okay, it's all up to the big brother!"

Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Tu Shanhao and Ling Tianfeng looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

The danger of the Wangchuan River was right in front of us, and the dark bridge really couldn't carry multiple people, so the three had to pass separately.

As the eldest brother, Sun Wukong walked out first, and said with a smile:

"I'm the eldest brother, I'll be the first to pass, and the second and third brothers will pass after I pass."

"Big brother..."

"Tianfeng doesn't need to say too much, I'm your big brother, if I come first, I will come first, how can I let my younger brother take risks?"

Seeing that Ling Tianfeng was about to speak, Tu Shanhao interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and stepped on the dark bridge at the bottom level carelessly, towards the opposite bank.

Seeing this, both of Tu Shanhao raised their hearts, and looked nervously at Monkey King who stepped on the bridge, as if he was himself on the bridge.

Besides, Monkey King on the bridge, as soon as he stepped on the bridge, he only felt a pressure coming, sealing the mana of the whole body, leaving only the power of the body.

In this way, Sun Wukong immediately understood that this was the hidden rule of heaven in the Nether Underworld, in order to prevent someone from breaking into the underworld with mana, so he blocked the primordial spirit and mana.

Fortunately, Sun Wukong's strongest strength is physical strength, as long as physical strength exists, there is nothing to be afraid of.

woohoo hoo...

Just when Monkey King was relaxing, a big wave suddenly rose, and countless evil spirits and ghosts rushed towards him. Countless snake-sticking copper dogs hissed and roared in the blood-yellow river, trying to tear Monkey King to pieces and devour him.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong was startled, took out his golden cudgel and swung it quickly, scattered all the ghosts and ghosts who were attacking them, and ran to the opposite bank quickly, not daring to stop at all.

woohoo hoo...

But the Wangchuan River is not in vain. It roared and beat continuously, and countless evil spirits stretched out their sharp claws to grab Monkey King. The smell of blood and rancidity was simply disgusting.

"Drink, the little lonely ghost dares to block my old grandson's way, so let me die, a blow from Fenglei!"

I saw Sun Wukong roaring, and the golden cudgel in his hand was mixed with countless water, fire and wind, sweeping away, immediately breaking up the oncoming blood waves, and annihilating the evil spirits and ghosts.

Looking at the temporarily empty Wangchuan River, Monkey King quickly grabbed the golden cudgel and rushed to the opposite bank, leaving quickly.

Without mana to bless the body, the power consumed is far greater than usual, even Monkey King is powerless.

　The second shift was delivered today, and the third shift was later to make up for the chapters owed yesterday.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)