Chapter 247: Yama: What! Fuxi and Bodhi Patriarch are both dead?!!!

Lishan Laomu and Sun Wukong were burning paper in the Mortal World; they were merely putting on a show, yet they never expected the reaction from the Underworld.

Inside the Underworld, at Yama Hall.

The Judge scrambled over, tumbling and crawling, "Yama, it's bad! Something huge has happened!"

Yama stood up abruptly, "Has the Destined One attacked again?"

The Judge got up from the ground in a disheveled state. "No, no, someone is burning paper money."

"Huh?"

Yama let out a sigh of relief and sat back down on the Skull Throne, "Burning paper money is the most common of things, what is the harm in that?"

The Judge was so anxious that cold sweat poured like a stream, "It is Lishan Laomu; she is burning paper money for her elder brother!"

"What!"

Yama was so startled that he slid right under his desk; the Judge had to fish him out several times before he could help Yama back up.

He was so scared his hat fell off, but he had no mind to pick it up. "What did you just say? Huh?"

"Fuxi is dead?!!!"

The Judge nodded like a pounding pestle, "It is not just Lishan Laomu burning paper money; Sun Wukong is burning paper money too."

"The Destined One died again?"

"No, no, no, this time he was weeping bitterly, saying the one who died was his master."

"What!!! Bodhi Patriarch is dead?!!!"

It is no exaggeration to say that Yama was so shocked and terrified he nearly underwent Reincarnation on the spot.

"Is my lifespan in the Underworld up, then?"

"Who could possibly kill them?"

"Did Fuxi and Bodhi Patriarch perish together?"

If the sky falling elsewhere might just be a concept, this time, the sky is truly, physically about to collapse!

Yama seemed to recall something and scrambled up quickly. "Quick, notify all ghost messengers, they must, must, must not go and summon those two to the Underworld!"

If some living ancestor were to summon those two, it wouldn't just be the Underworld getting robbed. It would be Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva—he would have to attain Buddhahood right then and there!

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The Judge hurried to give the orders, and the entire Underworld instantly entered a state of high alert.

For this, Yama even specifically went to Houtu Niangniang to verify.

Houtu Niangniang only gave one sentence.

"The Spirit Mountain Causality Tribulation has begun; the Underworld is safe."

Having received this prophecy, the state of Yama being scared out of his wits finally began to ease.

In the Mortal World, at Huanghua Temple.

Tang An lay on Jiuyue, her lips and fingers black and purple. Even her skin was shrouded in an indescribable black energy.

Yang Jian stood by Tang An's side, while Nezha was killing the demons throughout the entire mountain.

It could be described as blood flowing like a river, with no corpses left intact.

Many demons didn't even have time to react before they were pierced through the body by a spear. A demon nearby just wanted to flee, but was smashed to brains by the Universe Ring.

Only at this moment did Nezha's god-of-slaughter appearance contain not a shred of humanity, his eyes filled only with cold and pure killing intent.

After he slaughtered every last demon, he then set the entire mountain on fire.

Only the place where Tang An and the others stayed remained untouched by the Samadhi True Fire.

"Third Brother." Yang Jian noticed something was wrong with Nezha. "Master will be fine."

Nezha came to Tang An's side, looking at her condition; the image that kept surfacing in his mind was Tang An being attacked right before his eyes, kneeling powerlessly before him.

He closed his eyes, and for several breaths, he did not speak.

"Something is wrong."

Instead, it was Nezha, who was about to be controlled by killing intent and lose his sanity, who first sensed that something was wrong.

"It is not poison."

Yang Jian stepped forward two paces, "Have you seen something?"

"Demonic Qi." Nezha's eyes regained a trace of sanity.

"Since the incident occurred, my emotions have repeatedly spiraled out of control. It is as if a Heart Demon has sprouted, constantly twisting my emotions, thereby directly affecting the clarity of my Spiritual Altar."

"At that time, inside the Heaven-Shaking Silk, there were only the two of us."

"So it was not just her; I was also affected to some extent."

Yang Jian brought his index and middle fingers together and swept them across his forehead.

His third eye opened, and he began to examine the situation inside Tang An's body.

"This is bad, it really is an invasion of Demonic Qi."

"Third Brother, what are you doing?"

At this moment, Nezha's hand gripped Tang An's hand. The fiery red light transmitted from his body began to flow into Tang An's.

"I cannot let anything happen to her." His tone was so firm.

"I know the feeling of being controlled by a Heart Demon; I want to help her."

Nezha used his own Immortal Power to resist the Demonic Qi's encroachment on Tang An.

But because Tang An was only a mortal, her body might not be able to withstand his Immortal Power. Therefore, Nezha had to focus his mind first, controlling it with extreme precision.

"Second Brother, act as my Dharma Protector."

Yang Jian knew that saying anything now would be useless, so he did not waste time; he waved his hand to set up a Barrier to protect Nezha.

"Xiaotian Quan, return to the Heavenly Court and have the Jade Emperor come down to find a solution."

"Tell him that this matter was a dark hand played by Lingshan in secret. But in the final analysis, the Heavenly Court also participated in the Journey to the West Calamity."

"If he comes, everything can be discussed."

"If he does not come, and any accident befalls Master, he should be clear about what situation he will face at that time."

Yes, he had practically stamped the word "threat" directly onto the Jade Emperor's forehead.

At Qianhua Cave on Mount Ziyun.

Sun Wukong, following the guidance of the woman transformed from Lishan Laomu, arrived at this place.

It was said that there was a Pilanpo here who could resolve Tang An's predicament.

"That's it, that's it, this is the place." Sun Wukong leaped and flew into Qianhua Cave; this place was a world of its own, resembling a fairyland in the Mortal World.

"Old Hen~" Sun Wukong's Fiery Eyes and Golden Gaze quickly spotted Pilanpo, who was walking toward the outside of the cave.

He called her Old Hen without any malice; he simply thought that since she was the mother of Maori Xingguan, she was just an old mother hen.

Pilanpo knew that Sun Wukong was playful by nature, so she did not hold it against him.

"Has the Great Sage come to seek this old one to subdue a demon?"

"Oh?" Sun Wukong only then felt that Pilanpo seemed to truly have the ability to cure Tang An.

"Pilanpo Bodhisattva, this old Sun pays his respects."

Pilanpo nodded with a faint smile, "It seems that what is meant to come will eventually be unavoidable."

"Great Sage, please."

Sun Wukong did not understand what Pilanpo meant, "Then let's go, hurry, hurry."

Pilanpo looked into the distance, and within that divine gaze, ripples of sorrow faintly emerged.

At Huanghua Temple.

Tang An was still lying there, her entire body's skin revealing a faint orange-red hue.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Nezha's forehead as he continued to channel Immortal Power to Tang An.

Ignoring Tang An's scorching body, Jiuyue still did not let go of her, allowing her to continue resting while leaning against him.

At this moment, in Tang An's Heart Realm.

She felt as if she were awake, yet also as if she were dreaming.

She saw her younger self, along with a few children holding candied haws, taunting her and scolding her.

"Can't afford it, can you? This is a candied haw. You poor wretch, you'll never be able to afford one in your life."

"You motherless and fatherless jinx, bleh, bleh, bleh~"

"Look at what you're wearing, all dirty old clothes, aren't you ashamed?"

"A child who picks up trash, no one loves you. Be careful, or even your grandmother won't want you, you poor little thing~"

Little Tang An was surrounded by those children, her head lowered, her stubborn little face flushed red.

She wanted to angrily scold them back, but she had to admit that she was indeed a wild child with no father or mother.

"What are you afraid of? Hit them back!" Tang An seemed to instantly merge with her younger self, directly rushing over to snatch the candied haws from their hands and then fiercely stomping the candied haws into the mud.

"If I don't eat them, none of you damn well better eat them either!"

Not only did she knock away the candied haws, but she also grabbed one of the little girls by the hair and beat her while pulling it.