Chapter 33: I, Old Sun, will not take the blame for this
"Clang clang..."

The iron gate opened and Judge Cui walked in with a smile on his face.

"Master Sun, you slept so soundly, for several days at a time. Can you tell me what sweet dreams you had?"

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and thought carefully.

Who.

No more acting, right?
I've only been Master Sun for a year, and I've been dragged directly to the underworld.

And said I had a dream.

What do they mean?
Could it be that the bad debts in the underworld must be blamed on me?

Why?
I will definitely not take the blame for this.

Damn it, start!
Monk Sun is online.

Sun Wukong smiled calmly, and there seemed to be a gleam of wisdom in his eyes.

Pretending to be serious, he put his hands together and said, "Donor, you are joking. I only have Buddha in my heart. Even if I dream, I will go to Lingshan to listen to the Dharma. There is no such thing as a beautiful dream."

"Uh... okay, okay, hehe, okay."

Judge Cui was confused.

its not right.

He...he had someone use supreme magical powers to capture him and take him directly to the underworld. He should be furious.

But how did he suddenly become a great monk?

At that moment, Sun Wukong stopped sleeping and sat down cross-legged. With his mouth opening and closing, strings of scriptures floated out of the cell.

Yama Hall.

"Report!!!" The little devil with a steel fork in one hand knelt on the ground.

King Yama asked anxiously, "What happened?"

“The monkey is back.”

"And then, what changes?"

"It seems to have"

"Say it!"

King Chujiang stood up and grabbed the little ghost to question him.

"He is reciting scriptures."

The muscles at the corners of King Yama's eyes twitched unconsciously.

Thinking of the fear he had felt earlier when he was controlled by Wukong's chanting, his body softened and he waved his hand: "Go down. Report any changes immediately."

Yama Hall.

A silence.

The Ten Kings of Hell were silent for a long time, and King Yama sighed sadly: "Everyone, this boy is a tough guy, it's really difficult to deal with him."

King Taishan gritted his teeth, seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly said: "I have already asked, this monkey is unlearned and unskilled, not even a terrestrial immortal, why don't we use force"

As he spoke, he waved the judge's pen in his hand.

King Lunzhuan frowned and said, "In terms of cultivation, my judge can take down the monkey, but with the Jade Emperor watching, it's difficult to do."

Several people looked down together, and their sight seemed to be able to penetrate the 18 levels of hell and reach straight down.

As the ghost fog rose, there seemed to be a round of Buddha's light flickering in it.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who can become a saint directly by clearing out the underworld, is a giant Buddha placed in the underworld by Buddhism.

Who dares to mess around when he's around?

King Taishan knew that nothing could be done, so he sighed heavily, sat down and said nothing more.

The hall fell into silence again.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Half an hour passed, but the little ghost still didn't come to report.

This shows that Sun Wukong did not move at all, as if life and death did not matter to him.

Everyone waited patiently for another half an hour.

Still so.

King Qin Guang let out a long breath, "It's this monkey, it's really like a hedgehog, you can't touch it or hit it, but Ksitigarbha has decided to end it tonight. If it doesn't work, we will all lose tens of thousands of years of cultivation. What should we do?"

King Chujiang rubbed his eyebrows with his hands and closed his eyes tightly.

He has been the King of Hell for who knows how many years.

No matter how fierce and aggressive the monsters are, they will be subdued when they come here.

He had never seen such a difficult person, oh no, monkey!
Sun Wukong was a pioneer.

He could no longer sit still when he thought that if he failed to do his job well, all his years of cultivation would be ruined.

He stood up quickly and said, "I'll go see the monkey."

"How to do it?" Everyone looked sideways.

"Let me test the waters first and talk later."

"I'm going too." "Let's go together!"

cell.

Sun Wukong recited a few verses of scriptures, but felt that they were meaningless, so he decided to just start.

Love as much as you like.

He simply leaned against the wall and slept for a while. When he woke up, he recited the mantras of the Nine Revolutions Profound Art and other martial arts.

Not long after, there was a loud clang and the prison door opened.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was King Chujiang.

"Haha, Sun Wukong, you're back again?" King Chujiang forced an ugly smile and tried to find something to say.

Sun Wukong smiled slightly.

The routine is coming.

Let's see what tricks they play next.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes slightly.

What? Their next move still requires my cooperation?

Otherwise, why do you keep asking questions?

I’m sorry, Old Sun, it’s not like that. I cannot cooperate with you.

He put his hands together and said: "Amitabha"

Then he stopped talking.

King Chujiang was suddenly at a loss, pacing around the room, rubbing his hands anxiously.

After a while, he asked again: "Sun Wukong, don't you want to know why you returned to the underworld?"

"I am spreading Buddhism in the underworld. Perhaps it is the Buddha's mercy that has sent me here to save sentient beings."

"No, you're mistaken."

King Chujiang paused and looked at the monkey, his eyes seemed to say, ask me, ask me, ask me what's going on?

Just tell me what you want."

For a moment, Sun Wukong couldn't figure out the situation and had to delay.

He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, as the Buddha said, I will not take the blame, whoever wants to take it can do so."

"you you you……"

King Chu Jiang swallowed his saliva and said, "Sun Wukong, don't refuse a toast and then drink a penalty. The eighteen tortures in our underworld are not vegetarian."

Sun Wukong said: "The Buddha said that when necessary, we can make things bigger."

If the matter of the Book of Life and Death becomes a big deal.

The truth is clear and it is in public view, so we have to investigate.

By then, none of the Ten Kings of Hell will have a good ending.

The Ten Kings of Hell were completely dumbfounded when they saw that Sun Wukong refused to respond.

Some sighed, some gritted their teeth, and some said nothing.

For a moment, Sun Wukong couldn't figure out what was going on in the underworld.

He had no choice but to continue delaying, thinking about asking the little devil guarding the cell after they left.

Seeing that they were not leaving, he suddenly had an idea and sang loudly:

"Amitabha, I see this world full of resentment and violence.

Forget it, even if it means losing my skills, I will still dispel the evil spirit here."

Then, he put his hands together and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, I have a method that can purify your mind, make you wise, and allow your soul to travel to the sky. It can also reveal many mysteries. Please listen carefully."

After saying that, he coughed, and began to sing in a serious and melodious manner.

“Three days after the winter solstice, Jesus was born in Zhumadian.

The three immortals sent a box of apples, five pounds of meat and ten pounds of noodles.

The little maid held a red egg in her hand, and Joseph was busy rolling out the dumpling wrappers.

The waiter brought the brown sugar ginger water and called out, "Sister Maria, drink this and you won't be afraid of the cold." Ah, ah ...

The song is over.

All three realms are quiet!

……

Deep in hell.

Sitting on the black lotus platform, the majestic Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva trembled all over and almost fell down!
"Uh..." After a long while, he slowly woke up.

"This monkey head..."

There was a hoarse sound from Ksitigarbha's mouth, but he didn't make any other sound.

……

(End of this chapter)