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Underworld.

Inside the Judge's Hall, eerie flames flickered.

Wutian sat behind the black jade table, the Samsara Water Mirror in front of him was shining.

The image in the mirror is very short.

Red clouds pressed down.

A whirlwind of fire.

The mud pit is gone.

The dung ball is gone.

The eighth incarnation of Jin Chanzi also passed away.

After reading it, Wu Tian remained silent for three breaths.

Then, he suddenly slammed his hand on the table and burst into laughter.

"it is good."

"Very good."

"Princess Lin Sa's fanning technique is truly skillful."

"Clean, neat, and deodorizing."

Ox-Head and Horse-Face stood below the hall, their shoulders trembling violently.

Ox-Head couldn't help but say, "My lord, this death was far too swift."

"The dung beetle must have been born not long ago, right?"

Horse-face added a sentence.

Strictly speaking, they didn't even manage to push a single complete ball of dung.

Wu Tian laughed even louder.

"That's what fate is all about."

"Doesn't Western religion emphasize cause and effect?"

"Now the cause and effect have come into play."

"They used to preach about saving all sentient beings, but the future pilgrim will be reincarnated eight times and still won't even understand what it means to be a dung beetle."

Even the ghost messengers in the judge's hall couldn't hold back any longer.

One of the ghost messengers whispered, "Sir, should we write down the record of the eighth incarnation in more detail?"

Wu Tian picked up his pen.

"Of course I'll write it."

He opened the Book of Life and Death.

The red-letter records of Jin Chanzi's previous seven incarnations are already densely packed behind his name.

Wu Tian picked up his pen and wrote after the eighth incarnation:

Eighth generation: Dung beetle in the mud pit of Xiniu Hezhou.

Biography: His attempt to push a dung ball failed.

Cause of death: Princess Lin Sa of Pangu Palace passed by and found the smell offensive. She used the Yin-Yang Banana Leaf Fan to clean the road, causing the potholes and the ball to evaporate.

Note: It died cleanly, without any residue.

When Niu Tou saw the last sentence, he laughed so hard he had to lean against a pillar.

Horse-faced covered his mouth and mumbled, "My lord, isn't this nickname a bit too harsh?"

Wu Tian looked up at him.

"Is it harsh?"

"I call this objective recording."

"Documents from the underworld must be truthful."

The bull-headed man nodded quickly.

"So real, so incredibly real."

Just then, the passageway of reincarnation above the Judge's Hall trembled slightly.

A tiny, extremely weak golden spirit was pulled out.

Jin Chanzi is back.

Compared to his previous lives, his true spirit is thinner this time.

The gold color has faded so much that it's almost invisible.

But the resentment was even stronger than before.

The moment it entered the Judge's Hall, its true spirit began to twist violently.

Wu Tian put down his teacup and looked down at him.

"Yo."

"The master of the ball is back."

Jin Chanzi's remaining consciousness vibrated wildly.

"Wu Tian..."

"You...you've gone too far..."

Wu Tian laughed.

"Did I lie to you?"

"When your Western religion bullied me back then, it was much more ruthless than it is now."

"I'm just letting you experience the myriad aspects of human life."

"Fish, birds, pigs, turtles, loaches, dogs, grass carp, dung beetles."

"Isn't this complete enough?"

Jin Chanzi's true spirit trembled even more violently.

"I am... a member of the Buddhist sect..."

Wu Tian slammed his hand on the table.

Black demonic energy exploded.

"Shut up."

"You are nothing right now."

"You are merely a true spirit in the cycle of reincarnation in the underworld, as I have annotated."

"Buddhism?"

"The Buddhist sect can't even redeem the physical body of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva now, and still owes Pangu Palace more than three million top-grade immortal stones."

"What makes you think you can act high and mighty with me?"

The judge's hall fell silent instantly.

The trembling of Jin Chanzi's true spirit slowed down for a moment.

The news that Mahasthamaprapta had become a mount could even be felt by the incomplete True Spirit as a lingering causal effect.

The face of Western religion has been shattered.

Wu Tian's tone grew colder as he observed his reaction.

"You resent me."

"But the one you should really blame is Jieyin and Zhunti."

"They're using you as a pawn in the Journey to the West game."

"Heaven treats you as a part of a script."

"I simply tore away the facade of dignity they wanted to hide and showed it to the primordial world."

The true spirit of Jin Chanzi emitted chaotic fluctuations.

He could no longer distinguish between anger, despair, and fear.

Eight deaths is too fast.

Every single time, there was no dignity.

His Buddhist heart had long since crumbled to dust.

Wutian sat down again and turned to the blank page of the ninth life.

"Don't rush."

"Ten lifetimes of tribulations, two more to go."

"I finish what I start."

Ox-Head and Horse-Face immediately stood up straight.

They knew the adults were about to pull another trick.

Wu Tian tapped the blank page with his judge's pen.

"The ninth incarnation needs to take a different approach."

"We can't keep dying in Xiniu Hezhou."

"Those two old bald monks from the Western Church might be lying in wait beforehand."

Ox-Head said, "My lord, should we arrange for you to be sent to Beiju Luzhou?"

Horse-faced said, "There are many monsters over there; you're likely to get eaten."

Wutian shook his head.

"Too ordinary."

"The cicada has been eaten several times already."

"Let him die in a more ordinary way."

"So ordinary that even the two Western saints couldn't find the key point to save them."

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Got it."

Jin Chanzi's spirit suddenly shrank.

Every time Wutian said "I've got it," he knew he was about to be in trouble.

Wu Tian picked up his pen and began to write.

Ninth generation: A tributary of the river in Jambudvipa (Southern Continent), common grass carp.

Fate: Tender flesh, but lacking in intelligence.

Luck: Extremely bad.

Life story: He couldn't escape the fishing net, nor could he escape the iron pot.

How he died: He was caught in a net by an ordinary fisherman and taken home to be made into soup.

Bullhead was stunned for a moment.

"Sir, is this all so ordinary?"

Wu Tian said calmly, "Ordinary is ruthless."

"Western religions protect against demons, the Pangu Temple, and the Heavenly Court."

"Can they guard against an ordinary fisherman?"

Horse-faced man gives a thumbs-up.

"Your actions are refreshingly unethical."

Wu Tian gave him a satisfied look.

"It can talk."

Jin Chanzi's true spirit struggled frantically.

"Wu Tian..."

"You must not..."

Wu Tian raised his hand and pointed.

The demonic energy transformed into a thin lock, binding the golden light.

"Don't curse."

"Swearing affects your mood for reincarnation."

"You should thank me."

"At least in this life I'll die in a mortal's pot, I won't be ridden by brats, I won't be shocked to death by my own people, and I won't have to push dung balls."

"Great progress."

Ox-Head and Horse-Face suppressed another laugh.

Jin Chanzi's true spirit was about to explode.

The path to reincarnation has been opened.

Wu Tian lifted his foot, his movement practiced and skillful.

"Go."

"Ninth Incarnation, Enjoy Your Trip."

"Try not to get caught in the first net."

boom.

The golden spirit was kicked into the animal realm.

The interplay of black and white energies carried him to an inconspicuous river in the Southern Continent.

Inside the judge's hall, Ox-Head and Horse-Face were still laughing.

Wu Tian suppressed his smile and gently tapped the Book of Life and Death with his fingers.

If he dies again in his ninth life.

Western religions will surely go mad.

Even Heaven itself can't sit still any longer.

Wu Tian is not a fool.

He knew that Hongjun was behind the destiny of the Journey to the West.

The first eight incarnations tormented the Western religion, but the two Western saints were able to withstand it.

If the ninth generation is interrupted again, the River of Heavenly Secrets will surely be shaken.

At that time, the Dao Ancestor will likely personally make the necessary adjustments.

Wu Tian touched the pen of the Judge of Life and Death in his hand and sneered inwardly.

come on.

The more patches are applied, the more obvious the vulnerabilities become.

The Lord's greatest skill is turning other people's patches into paid features.

He looked at Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

"Keep an eye on the Ninth."

"Don't interfere."

"Let it die naturally."

The bull was taken aback.

"Sir, don't you want to add some spices?"

Wutian picked up the Asura Blood Tea.

"Need not."

"A single net can kill a mortal and destroy his spirit."

"If Western religions can't even protect ordinary fishermen, then it's not that I'm immoral."

"They're just unlucky."

Horse-faced said in a low voice, "Will the Sage of Guidance cough up blood again?"

Wu Tian took a sip of tea, his tone light and casual.

"Go ahead and throw up."

"Anyway, he has a lot of blood."

Outside the Judge's Hall, a cold wind swirled.

Nanzhanbuzhou, in an ordinary tributary of a river.

A fish egg gently cracked open.

A small, grayish-blue grass carp swished its tail.

On the riverbank, an ordinary fisherman carrying a tattered fish basket was slowly casting his first net.