In the underworld, the battle between Sun Wukong and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva continues.

As everyone expected, a black aura that was invisible to the naked eye appeared behind Sun Wukong.

This is the karma that the underworld backfires.

Only people in the underworld can feel it.

That was not an evil curse, it was just the repulsive force of the underworld itself to outsiders.

Ksitigarbha King watched the black air gradually covering Sun Wukong's back and spread to his cuffs.

Sun Wukong seemed to be completely unaware of it. After fighting for a long time, he was a little tired of it. He picked up the tip of his stick and picked up Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and stopped chasing him.

"Why..."

Ksitigarbha stood up from the ruins in a dusty state: "Why don't you attack again?"

"You Bodhisattva is so bored."

Sun Wukong said, "It doesn't taste like fighting."

"Where is your listening?"

He asked, “Where is it?”

The Bodhisattva shook his head and was thinking about how to provoke Sun Wukong and hit him a few more times. He saw Sun Wukong shake his sleeves and shake off the black gas stained with the cuffs.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was stunned on the spot.

"you--"

He looked at Sun Wukong and his trembling hand vibrated his tin staff.

"What's wrong with me?"

As Sun Wukong spoke, he eliminated the black air on his body.

Ksitigarbha King silently recited the Buddhist scriptures and calmed his mind bit by bit.

"Why are you not rejected by the underworld?"

He asked.

With such a simple way to drive away karma, Sun Wukong is obviously not rejected by the underworld.

When Sun Wukong heard the question, he sneered: "What are you thinking I am a ghost messenger?"

He was indeed highly rejected in the underworld.

But Sun Wukong solved the soul of the Wude City, and the underworld's rejection of him had completely disappeared.

Now, he can also exert his full strength in this underworld.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva heard the reason and his face turned pale again.

Then wouldn’t he be beaten for nothing?

"Since Di Ting is not here."

Sun Wukong continued, "Just call your other helpers."

Ksitigarbha frowned: "What did you say?"

"The immortals and Buddhas in the three realms are all watching here, so there must be a reason?"

Sun Wukong said.

He knew that many people were spying on the underworld, so he retained his strength and was ready to deal with accidents at any time.

But after so long, he didn't appear unexpectedly, so he simply made it clear.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sighed: "Empress Houtu was going to come here, but now there is really only me.

Although Empress Houtu and him had different ideas, they both hoped to prevent Sun Wukong from occupying the underworld.

Sun Wukong was surprised: "Then why didn't she come?"

"It's too early."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva answered.

"morning?"

Sun Wukong was stunned: "What does it mean?"

"It's not time for the Empress to get up."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva answered.

Sun Wukong thought for a long time, but he couldn't question this reason.

"Well, since there is no helper, it's better to end it."

Sun Wukong lifted the golden cudgel, and the heat of the rod body rose, emitting a destructive aura.

As soon as he was serious, the ring hanging on the tin staff of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva began to tremble violently and make a sharp sound.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's face was solemn.

This tin staff is his natal magic weapon used to save the dead souls. The ring makes this sound, which represents the Sun Wukong in front of him, and has the power to kill him.

"Occursed!"

The ground under Sun Wukong's feet began to shatter.

"Use the pearl of light!"

A voice suddenly rang in the ears of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Buddha!"

Before Ksitigarbha could think, he immediately took off the bead chain beside his neck and threw the bead into the air.

As soon as the bead was thrown into the air, it suddenly shone brightly, like a small sun, illuminating the entire underworld.

Sun Wukong stopped the attack, and he looked up at the pearl of light, feeling that it was not the power of the underworld.

The lonely ghosts exposed to the light were like they met a nemesis, flying around in panic.

In the entire gate of hell, no ghost dared to stand on the ground - except for those ghost messengers who had just changed.

But this light had no effect on Sun Wukong. He withdrew his gaze and asked, "What kind of treasure is this?"

"The pearl of light can illuminate the truest side of all things."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said, looking at Sun Wukong who was exposed to the light with a serious face.

He saw the jade seal in Sun Wukong's body and the lack of any pollution on his body.

This is not like a demon king who makes a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, but like a real Heavenly Emperor.

“Pure and flawless…”

That perfect posture made Ksitigarbha feel a little shaken.

He looked away and looked at the ghosts

The ghost messengers seemed to have become transparent, and they could see the quiet soul fire in their bodies.

"I see……"

A flash of light flashed in the eyes of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"You made a big mistake."

He said to Sun Wukong.

"What?"

Sun Wukong was confused.

"Those ghost messengers don't belong to you."

Ksitigarbha said, "They are free."

Although those ghost messengers were created by Sun Wukong, their bodies were smooth and transparent, and there was no trace of being restricted by anyone.

They have no emotions and absolute reason, which means that those ghosts do not have the heart of loyal ministers and will use wisdom to choose the person they are loyal to.

"The Buddha and the Jade Emperor both regarded Sun Wukong as his enemy, and he would not live for fifty years."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva turned around and said to the ghost messengers: "Even if you are ghost messengers, you might as well drive him out with me. Five hundred years later, I can also give you freedom."

He poached directly in front of Sun Wukong.

However, the ghost messengers thought for a while and refused to recruit the Bodhisattva.

"How could this be?"

I was surprised that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was almost certain to win, was surprised.

In theory, his promise to the ghost messengers was more reliable than that of Sun Wukong. All sentient beings in the three realms knew that Sun Wukong would not have a good end.

How could these absolutely rational ghost messengers refuse?
To be continued...