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The crimson clouds of Asura in the sky crashed down with a deafening roar.

Black and red flames rolled down from the bottom of the clouds, pressing down the grass and trees around the mud pit.

That scent was so familiar.

irritable.

overbearing.

It also exudes the "unreasonableness" unique to the mischievous children of Pangu Temple.

In the muddy puddle, the little dung beetle had just pushed the dung ball half an inch.

The next moment, the gust of wind landed.

The dung ball exploded.

Black and yellow mud, monster dung, and putrid muddy water, along with a few poisonous flies at the edge of the mud pit, were all swept into the air.

The little dung beetle was tossed about by the wind pressure, its six legs kicking wildly.

Deep within his true spirit, Jin Chanzi's remaining consciousness completely collapsed.

Not really.

He didn't even provoke any monsters in this life.

They didn't even get out of the road.

It's just pushing a ball of dung.

How could they possibly run into the Pangu Temple?

Above the crimson clouds, a small figure stood atop the clouds.

Lin Sa was wearing a black and red dress, her big, dark eyes filled with excitement.

She held the Yin-Yang Banana Leaf Fan in her hands.

The fan was bigger than her body.

But once they fall into her hands, they become very obedient.

Beside him, a small Asura demon shrank its neck, holding a blood jade gourd in its hands, and followed cautiously along the edge of the cloud.

"Little princess, the Styx Ancestor said..."

"The Asura Blood Dew in this gourd is to be sent to the Pangu Palace to be used by the Rakshasa Queen to make soup."

"Let's take the shortcut, and please don't fan the air randomly."

Lin Sa looked down at the muddy puddle.

The stench was overwhelming.

The mud is bubbling and churning.

There was also a pile of dung balls rolling around in the pit.

Lin Sa's face immediately scrunched up.

"It stinks."

The little demon of Asura nodded quickly.

"It stinks."

"The area around Xiniu Hezhou is mostly barren and dangerous, little princess, please bear with us, we'll go around it."

Lin Sa raised the Yin-Yang Banana Leaf Fan.

"No beating around the bush."

"That stinky thing is blocking the way, fan it out."

The little demon of Asura was almost scared away.

"Little princess, no!"

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Sa impatiently waved her hand.

The Yin-Yang Banana Leaf Fan moved slightly.

The dark red Asura wind and the blazing fire exploded simultaneously.

The air above the mud pit suddenly twisted.

Before the muddy water could even splash, it was torn to nothing by the high temperature and the cold wind.

The entire mud pit, along with the rotten mud, dung balls, poisonous insects, toads, and the fresh traces left by the black boar demon, vanished completely in an instant.

All that remained on the ground was a perfectly smooth, deep pit.

It was still emitting white smoke.

The bottom of the pit was burned by wind and fire, turning it into a glassy state.

The eighth incarnation of Jin Chanzi, that newborn dung beetle, didn't even have the right to let out a scream.

The insect's body was gone.

The dung ball is gone.

The true spirit was shaken by the aftershocks of the wind and fire, and carrying the resentment accumulated from the previous eight lifetimes, it was roughly dragged away by the power of reincarnation.

Jin Chanzi's remaining consciousness was reduced to a single thought.

No Heaven.

Thank you.

I'd rather be a fish in this lifetime.

At least the dead fish didn't smell this bad.

Above the red clouds, Lin Sa looked down at the clean pit and nodded in satisfaction.

"That's good."

"It's lost its flavor."

The little demon servant Asura held the Blood Jade Gourd, his lips trembling.

He had just vaguely sensed that a wisp of Buddhist spirit had been extinguished by the fan.

The taste was very mild.

However, he often runs errands in the underworld and is very sensitive to the aura of souls.

That's not an ordinary insect.

But he dared not say it.

The little princess of Pangu Palace just thought it smelled bad and cleaned up the trash on a whim.

Who told that thing to block the road?

Lin Sa slung the Yin-Yang Banana Leaf Fan over her shoulder and turned to look at him.

"What did you just shout?"

The Asura demon servant immediately stood up straight.

"I must say, the little princess did a good job fanning herself."

"This place stinks; it really needs to be cleaned up."

Lin Sa snorted.

"You know how to talk."

"Let's go home."

The crimson clouds surged up again, carrying black and red flames as they flew towards the Pangu Palace.

The secluded, muddy pit below no longer smelled bad at all.

Even the insect eggs in the ground were baked clean by the wind and fire.

In a mountain forest somewhere in Xiniu Hezhou, the black boar demon ran dozens of miles before daring to look back.

Seeing the mud pit he had just emptied turned into a glazed pit, the black boar demon immediately clenched its hind legs.

"Oh my god."

"Even taking a dump in the prehistoric world isn't safe anymore."

It dared not linger and turned to disappear deeper into the mountains.

At the same time.

Mount Sumeru.

Inside the dilapidated main hall, the Guide Daoist had just been helped by Zhunti to drink half a bowl of healing medicine.

The medicine was extremely bitter.

The empty left eye socket was still bleeding.

Zhunti's right shoulder was wrapped in a thick bandage, with only a tiny granulation tissue growing on it. He was so weak that he looked as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

The two saints remained silent for a long time in front of the Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva relic.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight knelt in the corner of the hall, barely daring to breathe.

He's now very afraid of being asked for money.

What I fear even more is being questioned about the accounts.

Three million seven hundred and forty-four thousand top-grade immortal stones.

Add a 10,000 yuan IOU for fodder.

This number, when placed before Western religious leaders, is more frightening than a celestial calamity.

Zhunti clutched his chest and whispered, "Senior brother, let's not think about Mahasthamaprapta for now."

"Although the physical body is lost, the status remains."

"As long as we succeed in the Journey to the West, we'll be able to turn our lives around."

The one-eyed guide was dim.

"The eighth incarnation of Jin Chanzi should be stabilizing soon, right?"

Zhunti forced out a few words of comfort.

"Although Wutian is a hateful demon, even if the animal realm is unlucky, it is impossible for him to die so quickly in every life."

"The eighth incarnation should live a little longer."

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this.

He really wanted to say, "Uncle-Master, don't make such a bold statement."

All of the "shoulds" of Western religion have recently turned into "the end".

But he didn't dare to speak.

The moment Zhunti finished speaking, Jieyin's body stiffened abruptly.

A thin, almost invisible thread of cause and effect snapped with a snap deep within his primordial spirit.

The one-eyed guide slowly widened its eyes.

When Zhunti saw his reaction, her heart skipped a beat.

"Senior brother?"

The guide's lips trembled.

"The Eighth Incarnation..."

Zhunti felt a chill run down his spine.

"No way?"

The guide did not respond.

The causal backlash has already exploded.

This backlash wasn't the worst.

It is too insulting.

He vaguely saw a dung beetle pushing a dung ball.

Then a wave of black and red flames pressed down.

Even the pit has evaporated.

My head was buzzing.

He, a dignified future pilgrim of the Western religion, was reborn as a dung beetle in his eighth incarnation.

Before he could even properly push the dung ball away, the little maid from the Pangu Palace swept it away like trash with a fan.

"puff!"

Dark black holy blood gushed out.

This spray went directly over the Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva's relic, staining the golden relic with mottled black and red.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhunti almost got splashed all over his face.

"Senior brother, hang in there!"

"What happened?"

Jieyin clutched his chest, his breathing erratic.

"The eighth incarnation is gone."

Zhunti's vision went black.

"It's gone again?"

With difficulty, he said, "Dung beetle."

Zhunti was stunned.

"What, 'young man'?"

Jieyin gritted his teeth, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out of his throat.

"Wu Tian arranged for Jin Chanzi's eighth incarnation to be a dung beetle."

"Pushing dung balls in a muddy ditch."

"Then Lin Xuan's daughter, Lin Sa, evaporated the whole thing, pit and dung ball, with a single fan."

The main hall was deathly silent.

Zhunti's face changed from green to white, and from white to black.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight lay prostrate on the ground, wishing he were deaf.

Dung beetle.

Pushing dung balls.

It evaporated with a fan.

Putting these words together, none of them seem to fit the fate that Western religions would expect of future pilgrims on their pilgrimage.

Zhunti suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

"No Heaven!"

"That traitor!"

"He's really trying to destroy the very foundation of my Western religion's Journey to the West!"

The guide's single eye was bloodshot.

He wanted to roar.

But all I could taste in my throat was the metallic taste of blood.

Eighth generation.

Jin Chanzi died quickly in his eighth life.

Each generation is more outrageous than the last.

Now even dignity is gone.

Zhunti slammed his palm down on the ground.

The already cracked floor tiles in the dilapidated main hall collapsed again.

"We cannot allow Wutian Guan to reincarnate any longer."

"The Ninth Generation must be taken back."

Jieyin looked at him with a bitter expression.

"How do we rob it?"

"The underworld is the territory of the Earth God."

"Lin Xuan has real power."

"Wu Tian is now Lin Xuan's dog."

Zhunti was speechless after hearing that.

The Bodhisattva of Sunlight lowered his head even further.

Western religions can't even beat a dog now.

Those words are so hurtful.

After catching his breath for a while, he forced himself to sit up straight.

"Let's look at the ninth generation first."

"If the ninth incarnation dies, the fate of Journey to the West may not be able to hold on."

Zhunti's face was extremely gloomy.

"Then let us pray to the Dao Ancestor."

"No matter how humiliating it is, you have to beg."

"We can't let all ten reincarnations of Jin Chanzi die and become a joke."

He closed his one eye.

He didn't want to talk anymore.

Because he knew it very well.

Given Wutian's despicable nature, his ninth incarnation will only be more awful.

Meanwhile, in the Judge's Hall of the Underworld, the black demonic figure had already picked up the Asura Blood Tea and laughed.

The next cycle of reincarnation slowly lit up.