What kind of Journey to the West is this?

Yanxia watched her busty master holding a sword and stepping onto the corridor stairs, and suddenly remembered a line of poetry: The ancestor had three feet of water in his box, and once entered Wutan to kill the dragon.

Stepping into the corridor, the stairs leading to the underground are winding and seem endless.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, I suddenly came across two stone doors.

Luo Sushang chanted a spell, picked up two yellow talismans in her hand, and told Yanxia to retreat.

Two Yellow Turban strongmen, each a full meter tall, walked out from the surrounding stone walls and slapped the stone door with their palms, breaking it into pieces.

After passing this difficult stage and walking for a few dozen breaths, we saw a faint light ahead, and the view suddenly became clear.

Yanxia felt her feet gradually getting wet.

All I saw was a huge pool of water in front of me. I had no idea how it got here. Perhaps it was an underground river, or perhaps it was some kind of canal built under the ground.

Looking around, it is at least dozens of meters wide and bottomless.

Somewhat tricky.

Yan Xia said, "Do you want me to cast a water-avoiding spell and step over it?"

Luo Sushang shook her head.

"No need to go there. The underground palace is hidden underwater."

"what?"

Luo Sushang gently pointed at the lake surface and said, "Look carefully. Under the water, there is the evil spirit of disease and the four majestic auras of Buddhism. The wizard must be underwater. I guess they are fighting."

Yanxia concentrated her mind and looked inward, and then she opened her Dharma eyes and took a look.

Sure enough, it was like a fight between dragons and tigers underwater. The two auras were like the two strings of the moon and the two ends of Tai Chi, going back and forth, neither giving in to the other.

In the blink of an eye, many black rats suddenly floated on the water.

The outcome is gradually becoming clear.

Luo Sushang concentrated her mind slightly, drew her sword, and with a cry of "Kunshan Jade Shatters, Wutong Phoenix Cries", a ray of sword light slashed towards the lake, causing two huge waves and a ravine.

Only the sounds of "puff" and "puff" were heard, and the rat corpses exploded one by one.

Swarms of foul-smelling mosquitoes and flies emerged from the dead rats.

But before the mosquitoes and flies could even fly, they were submerged by the waves.

The entire lake was divided into two, with two huge waves separating the two sides like walls, and the underwater passage leading to the underground palace also appeared before our eyes.

"go!"

Luo Sushang ignored the harassment from mosquitoes and flies around her, took An Yanxia's hand, turned into a rainbow light, and flew into the underground palace.

The underground palace at the bottom of the lake is about the size of a City God Temple, and is surrounded by relief murals of celestial beings dancing and having fun in the Western Paradise.

There was only a triple square, funnel-shaped mausoleum in the middle, surrounded by rotten rat corpses and even more mosquitoes, flies, and maggots crawling everywhere.

Yan Xia felt her stomach churning at the sight of it.

Luo Sushang's expression remained unchanged even as his boots stepped into the blood.

At this time, a man came down from the mausoleum. He was wearing a crimson robe, but he had a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes, which were very charming.

At this time, Su Wu was also panicked and scolded: "Luo Sushang, I am a lineage of the Ten Witches of Lingshan, and I have nothing to do with your Xuanyuan Great Pill Sect. Why are you bothering me with such a big matter?"

Luo Sushang raised her eyes slightly, and the sword flashed sharply, piercing into the wizard's chest in an instant.

Clean and scattered.

"Killing you, what does it have to do with you?"

Dong Huang suddenly received a jade talisman: Chapter 97 [Once entered Wutan and killed the dragon's son]

A sword pierced between the ribs, stirring in the chest and sides.

There was no blood splattering, Luo Sushang only felt a flash before her eyes, and a paper man appeared on the ground.

The black fog rolled in, Su Wu stood on the three-tiered mausoleum, turned around and ran.

He hadn't run two steps when he suddenly heard the jingling sound of golden bells.

Yan Xia was not vague either. She directly summoned the Bull-Headed King Kong and shook the flaming golden bell.

Su Wu felt dizzy and had no time to dodge when a fist as big as a bowl came down on him. Then, with a bang, a demon-subduing pestle flew over.

He was so frightened that he shivered.

"Didn't I just kill Jinkara's Dharmakaya? How come there's another Bull-Headed Shri?"

Take another closer look.

Good guy!

How come a Buddhist Vajra holds the Xuanmen Golden Bell of Flowing Fire in his hand?

He shouted in fear, "I have no grudge against you! Don't kill me!"

boom!

The demon-subduing pestle smashed down, directly crushing the leg bones.

Yan Xia flew over, holding a bronze mace in her hand, and said with a curled lip, "I'm going to kill you."

Unexpectedly, during the moment she was distracted, Su Wu moved his fingers and all the dead rats on the ground exploded immediately. Countless tiny poisonous insects flew out like dark clouds, which made Yan Xia's scalp numb.

She quickly chanted the Heavenly Heart Sutra, summoned the magic sword, slashed it with one sword, and chanted the Five-Sword Plague Curse to protect her body.

But when the magic sword was slashed, these poisonous insects immediately exploded, turning into pools of smelly black liquid, and billowing black mist rose on the ground.

The underground palace was shrouded in black fog, and Yanxia could not see clearly what was in front, behind, left, and right.

She was surprised and said, "It really is a wizard. This spell is really weird."

A pair of ghostly hands stretched out from the black fog, trying to grab Yanxia's ankles.

Before Yan Xia noticed, the two swords of gold and fire turned and chopped directly at the ghost hand. The ghost hand immediately crackled as if all the bones were shattered.

Su Wu revealed his figure and said in pain, "Hiss! Aren't you a mage from Miaoyan Palace? How come you can also cast the Five Blades Plague Curse!"

When Yan Xia heard the sound, she subconsciously swung her mace and smashed the ghost hand into powder.

Another sword light flew over and cut off another arm.

With a muffled groan, Su Wu turned into a human stick, turned around and ran again.

clang clang clang!

The flaming golden bell was like a death curse, but there was no chance this time.

A flash of sword light was like thunder and lightning, and with a loud bang, it nailed him to the ground.

Yan Xia was startled at first, then realized that this was the flying sword of the big-breasted master, and hurried forward to see what was going on with Su Wu.

All I saw was the wizard's legs twitching on the ground, and his face withered rapidly, as if time was accelerated.

He exhaled a breath of foul air, and Yan Xia thought it was some evil magic, so she retreated in fear.

Unexpectedly, it was a Yin spirit leaving the body, a three-tailed red fox ghost, which broke free from the flesh body and disappeared from Yanxia's sight in the blink of an eye.

"You can run like this!?"

Yan Xia was also shocked. There weren't many ways to fight, but there were so many ways to escape!

Luo Sushang arrived quickly and explained, "This is the method for the Yin Spirit to leave the body. I will go after him, and you go to the underground palace to see if there are any living rat demons."

After saying that, Hong Guang flew out of the underground palace and chased all the way to the west.

Yanxia looked at the woman moving up and down with envy, and wished her busty master would teach her when she had time.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be in vain that she had been calling “Master” for so long?

Yan Xia shook her head, clearing her mind of these thoughts, and then drove the breeze to blow away the remaining black fog.

There were torches on all four walls, but the underground palace was still dark.

But even in such a dim environment, with everything blurry, Yan Xia was still frightened.

The ground was covered with a light grape purple layer, and wherever she stepped, she would find the corpse of a mouse.

With a "poof" sound, there was also an explosion...

She suppressed her immediate discomfort, raised her compassionate heart, sighed, and recited the Blood Lake Sutra of the Lord of Mercy to pray for the souls of the dead on the ground.

As her voice resounded throughout the underground palace of the pagoda, green rain fell from the sky.

The mosquitoes, flies, maggots and other things left behind by the wizard turned into a ball of black gas and dissipated into nothingness when they came into contact with the sweet rain.

Ding ding dang dang, hundreds of good deeds gold coins fell into Yanxia's treasury.

Yanxia also felt a little pitiful. This entire underground rat country might be completely destroyed.

Even if someone managed to escape, they would definitely not be able to accomplish anything.

The reason for all this was actually the "reincarnation of the great god in heaven" who had nothing to do with it. As Luo Sushang said: Killing you, what does it have to do with you?

It really makes people sigh that things in the world are so impermanent.

"Wow...Father!"

Yanxia looked up and saw a small mouse with golden fur standing on the mausoleum platform. There was a bloody hole on its forehead, but it was not dead.

The mouse got up from the ground, took a few steps, but fell to the ground again. It hugged the dead mouse and cried bitterly. The pain in its body seemed to be nothing.

This was the Mouse Princess that Yan Xia had treated before. Now when she saw her again, she was no longer the same.

On the mausoleum platform, all the civil and military officials, the prime minister, the king and the queen were neatly arranged.

I don’t know how this rat princess survived.

Yan Xia didn't know what to say, so she could only offer comfort, "Those who survive a great disaster will surely be blessed in the future. I have already liberated the rats in the underground palace. If there is an afterlife, I will surely see you again."

Seeing Yan Xia looking over, the Jinmao Rat let go of the Rat King's corpse and said tearfully, "My father and I both thought that the Venerable's appreciation was a great blessing, but we didn't expect it to be a catastrophic disaster!"

"My benefactor, you saved me once, and then killed my clan's enemies as if you were reborn. That means you saved me twice. And you saved my father's clan members for the third time!"

The Golden-Haired Rat cried and said, "I know I can't repay you, but I still hope that you can show me a way forward..."

After saying that, the Golden-Haired Rat carefully rummaged through the pile of corpses beside her and pulled out a wooden box that was almost as big as herself.

When the box was opened, inside was a round, shiny, crystal bead.

Yan Xia took a look and was a little surprised.

Excellent Buddha bone relics.

The Golden-Haired Rat kowtowed three times, then knelt on the ground and pleaded, "This is a treasure hidden in the underground palace here. My father wanted me to take this relic with me to Lingshan to study, as travel expenses and a gift for my apprenticeship. Now my heart is broken, and I only wish you would take it."

Seeing him look so pitiful, Yan Xia really didn't know what to say. She refused several times, but each time was firmly rejected by Jinmao Mouse.

She had no choice but to say, "This is your apprenticeship gift, it's very valuable. If you don't go to Lingshan, wouldn't that be a betrayal of your father's kindness?"

The white-haired mouse didn't know what to do.

Yan Xia said, "How about this. I'll accept the relic, and I'll show you a way. When you get to Mount Lingshan, first pay homage to Venerable Jingkala. Once you're familiar with the place, you can then visit Manjushri Bodhisattva and seek his guidance."

Yan Xia didn't know how much fate she had with the Bodhisattva, but considering her brief encounter, this mouse should have left an impression on the Bodhisattva.

She recalled some random things, like mice eating lamp oil and seducing monks on the road, and reminded him, "When you go to Mount Lingshan, you must remember the precepts. I will teach you a volume of the Pure and Tranquil Sutra. You must recite it constantly to avoid losing your original mind."

In this blood lake hell, Yan Xia softly recited a volume of the Pure and Tranquil Sutra often spoken by the Jade Emperor. The white-haired mouse did not dare to neglect it and memorized it firmly.

After hearing this, the Golden-Haired Rat kowtowed three times, looked at the corpses of his clansmen around him, suppressed his weeping and wailing, crawled into a small hole, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Dong Huang suddenly received a jade talisman: Chapter 98 [Flying swords can also play thousands of miles, learning to be an immortal is just a possibility]

Yanxia escaped from the underground palace and returned to the Iron Lion Temple.

The Buddhist reliefs on the four walls of the underground palace corridor were cracked, which was caused by the previous destruction by wizards. The large formation maintaining the underground palace gradually lost its effectiveness and could no longer support such a large underground building.

Boom!

The ground collapsed, Yan Xia felt the ground shaking, and flew up, turning around to see:

Dust filled the air, buildings were leaning to one side, sand and rocks were flying everywhere, and walls were collapsing and the ground was cracking.

Most of the Iron Lion Temple, the entire left wing and the courtyard wall collapsed.