Chapter 342: Change the Three Realms(1/2)
Under the light, countless ghosts flew up in the city of Wushu and rushed towards the map of All Spirits.
The Ten King of Hell looked at this scene and widened his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.
"How, how is that possible!"
They never expected that Sun Wukong would have the idea of the ghost of the city of Death.
Those who died in vain have been unsolvable since the establishment of the underworld, and there is no perfect way to deal with it within the three realms.
But Sun Wukong actually thought of a way!
"The answer we can't find in tens of thousands of years, Sun Wukong actually..."
The Kings of Hells stuttered.
It is really unbelievable that Sun Wukong wants to turn the dead in vain into a ghost messenger.
"No, it's impossible, it must be fake."
King Qin Guang said tremblingly: "How could he turn a ghost into a ghost mess! Such a miracle cannot be achieved by the Emperor of Heaven!"
After hearing this, the other kings of Hell calmed down.
That's right, how could this miracle happen?
Their eyes were staring at the mirror, eager to see the scene of Sun Wukong's failure.
However, their full hope quickly became a bubble.
Under the Wanling Map, figures began to appear and fell to the ground one by one.
Seeing the figures clearly, the Kings of Hell showed horror.
"We must be dreaming?"
The King of Facial Characters said blankly.
However, at this moment, no one had the intention to agree with him.
What fell on the ground was a group of strange ghost messengers.
"See the Emperor of Heaven."
As soon as they landed on the ground, they sincerely bowed to Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong's eyes swept over. These ghost messengers were very different from the jailers in the underworld. Except for their looming figures, they all looked the same as those of mortals.
Two hundred years later, the costumes of Wanling Kingdom made Sun Wukong burst into nostalgia.
"The underworld under my rule is solemn and solemn and cannot be desecrated."
Sun Wukong spoke and said, "In the future, you should be fair and strict, bright and thorough, and not be mysterious."
"Ode to the Lord."
The ghost messengers bowed in unison, their voices were calm and there was no emotional fluctuation.
"Go down and stand by."
Sun Wukong waved his hand, and the ghost messengers immediately took the order and flew away.
Sun Wukong turned around and faced the west.
There, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva rode Diting to Senluo Hall.
Di Ting flew halfway and suddenly stopped.
"The great catastrophe, then Sun Wukong is indeed the great catastrophe of the three realms!"
Its teeth suddenly trembled.
"What's wrong?"
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva asked.
"I heard the voices of those ghost messengers."
Di Ting said, "I have heard of the three realms and have never heard such a sound."
There is no joy, no sorrow, no anger and hear the ghost messenger. Each one can only think, without any emotion.
"Puppets, they are like puppets!"
The voice of listening trembled slightly.
"Bodhisattva, let's run!"
Listen carefully to the proposal.
It felt fear for the first time in his life.
That is fear of the unknown and force majeure.
"Why run?"
The Bodhisattva asked indifferently.
"Then Sun Wukong is not something we can fight against!"
Di Ting said, "He is the devil king and he has the power to turn all sentient beings in the three realms into puppets!"
It heard from Sun Wukong that as long as he thought, he could turn all sentient beings into puppets, just like these ghost messengers.
Such a terrifying existence will naturally escape if it can.
"Amitabha."
However, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did not escape. He got off Diting and patted it: "Since that's the case, you can go."
"Buddha."
Ting Di Ting and looking at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
"I Buddha is merciful."
Ksitigarbha said, "If you say this, I can't let Sun Wukong go."
He took a step forward with a stick, and a lotus bloomed under his feet and his body was shining brightly.
The golden Sanskrit illuminated on him, and the Buddha's light appeared.
The cold sky in the underworld is illuminated by golden light.
Ksitigarbha walked towards Senluo Palace, and every step he took, his breath became stronger.
This scene is like the wrath of the sky, and the ghosts who are sensitive to Buddha's light cannot resist at all.
The ground, the sea of blood, the mountain stream, the eighteen levels of hell, all the evil ghosts knelt on the ground and shivered.
That was the true posture of Ksitigarbha King who ruled the underworld. His lifelong practice bloomed with the light of Buddha, his power was unparalleled, and he reached the three realms.
Sun Wukong quietly watched Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva pace towards him.
The dazzling light had no effect on him at all.
"Emperor of Heaven."
Ksitigarbha is approaching.
Unexpectedly, he admitted Sun Wukong's identity in the first sentence: "Can you stop and leave the underworld?"
Sun Wukong was a little funny: "Do you think it's possible?"
“It’s not impossible…”
Ksitigarbha wanted to persuade him, but was interrupted by Sun Wukong's hand.
"Don't you look at it anymore?"
Sun Wukong said: "Look at what I'm going to do next."
Ksitigarbha really didn't know what Sun Wukong was going to do: "I'll ask the Emperor of Heaven to give me some advice."
"What I want to do..."
Sun Wukong turned to look at the Ghost Gate. Thousands of ghost messengers were already distributed in every angle of the city.
"first."
He smiled slightly: "…sand here."
As soon as these four words were released, the whole city collapsed in the roar.
The streets, long pavilions, yamen, and all buildings were like tofu, destroyed by unknown forces and collapsed.
Countless rubble and stones splashed around Ksitigarbha, and smoke and dust rose high to cover the sky.
Outside the gates of hell, the ghosts watched this scene in horror. There was no other sound in the entire city except for the rumble of collapse.
Ksitigarbha held the tin staff in his hand tightly, and when the smoke disappeared, he saw that there was a strange light on the hands of the thousands of ghost messengers.
“That’s…”
"The Way of Heaven in All Spirits."
To be continued...