Chapter 316: Since he refuses to admit it, let the dead come up to speak

The monk pointed at Tang An, "You, you, you, you are making false accusations!"

"Sshhh—"

His arm fell off in response, blood spraying outward.

Nezha immediately pushed out a gentle force, pushing Tang An and the Grand Master Chair backward so they wouldn't be splattered with dirty blood.

"Ah—"

"Ah!!!"

"My arm, my arm!"

"Help, murder!"

"Murder?" Nezha snorted coldly, "You aren't even worthy of dying under my spear."

Nezha flicked a spark of fire, which forcibly scorched the wound on his arm, directly cauterizing it in an unconventional way.

"Ah!!!"

The monk let out another pig-like wail, rolling on the ground, unable to bear the pain.

Tang An, on the other hand, found it satisfying, "I told you not to point at me, not to point at me, look at you now."

Although she hadn't warned him beforehand, she had added the warning afterward.

"You, you all, you are all demons, demons!"

The monk was both terrified and in pain, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Abbot, Abbot, please hurry and subdue the demons, Abbot."

"Yes, she, she is also a demon. It was she who used Demon Art to poison those people; there's no need for a trial, hurry and kill them all!"

Tang An rested her head on her hand and watched the monk make wild, desperate accusations, "Are you saying that I, this Princess of Great Tang, the Destined One ordained by the Journey to the West, am a demon?"

The Abbot was so frightened he hurriedly knelt to pay his respects, "Amituofo, Amituofo. Princess, please do not take offense, do not take offense."

Why was he so afraid of Tang An's words?

Naturally, it was because of the recent momentum of Great Tang waging war everywhere and unifying all nations.

They were just a small temple; if they slandered the Princess of Great Tang as a monster, then surely it wouldn't just be the temple that couldn't be saved, but the lives of all the monks as well.

Furthermore, they were originally followers of Buddhism; if they identified the Destined One as a demon, wouldn't that be a roundabout way of saying that the Buddha they held Faith in could not distinguish right from wrong, and had actually sent a demon to retrieve the True Scriptures?

"Amituofo, what a sin, what a sin."

"Princess, please do not take offense; Buddha, please do not take offense."

Tang An rose from the Grand Master Chair, "I have no need to waste my breath on you people."

"Since he refuses to admit it no matter what, then let the dead come up themselves to explain the truth."

Tang An glanced at Wukong, and Wukong understood immediately.

"Master, wait a moment; Old Sun will be back shortly."

"Ah?" The Abbot was terrified; what did he mean by letting the dead come up themselves to explain the truth?

Did they actually have the ability to make the dead speak?

The Underworld, Yama Hall.

Yama was working when he suddenly saw a minor ghost running over in a hurry.

"Yama King, Yama King."

"He's here again, he's here again."

"Who is here again?" Yama hurriedly put down the brush in his hand.

"The Great Sage is here again."

"Ah?" Yama hurriedly stood up to welcome him; who had died this time?

It couldn't be the Destined One, it absolutely must not be the Destined One.

It was no wonder Yama was so jittery and paranoid. The main thing was that others could afford to die, but if the Destined One died, his Yama Hall couldn't afford to handle it.

"Old Yama—"

Sun Wukong flew in and jumped directly onto the desk where Yama was working. "Hurry, hurry and find me a few monks; the monks who died last night."

"Great Sage, Great Sage." Yama let out a long sigh of relief; if it was just looking for others, then he wasn't nervous at all. "I wonder what the monks' names are, when they died, and where they died?"

Sun Wukong roughly told Yama the address and the circumstances, and soon those four monks were brought up.

And with Bai Wuchang escorting them, they headed toward the Yang World.

"Master."

"Old Sun has returned."

Sun Wukong hopped back, looking to be in a good mood. "That Bai Wuchang will bring the souls of those four people back at the transition between day and night."

"At that time, all the circumstances will naturally be known."

Hearing Sun Wukong say this, many of the monks laughed out loud.

So they were just bluffing; they couldn't call the dead at all.

"We were truly almost bluffed by you; you were afraid of being held responsible for hurting people, so you made big promises to deceive us, right?"

"You said you were going to the Yin Office to invite people, but after waiting for a long time, no one came, and you said they would only appear at the transition between day and night. Hmph, you aren't just trying to take advantage of the night to escape, are you?"

Those monks regained their composure and were no longer afraid.

They were convinced that Sun Wukong was a monkey demon who had cultivated into human form, and that his companions must also be demons. Perhaps the identity of the Princess of Great Tang was also fake.

"Demons are inherently evil; killing people and devouring souls is the most common thing, what else is there to argue about."

"You associate with demons; you must all be demons, right?"

"This is a place of pure Buddhist cultivation; why don't you leave quickly? Do you really want us to perform a ritual to send you to hell?"

Hearing this, Tang An couldn't help but laugh.

"Very well."

"What is 'very well'?" a monk asked.

"Since you say we are demons, we naturally must do some things that demons do."

Tang An could not be bothered to waste words with them, "Tie them all up, bind their hands and feet, and throw them in the courtyard."

"Since you do not believe it, then wait here slowly. When the sun and moon alternate, we shall see if the ghosts of those few monks will truly return."

Upon hearing this, those few monks still felt that they had strength in numbers.

But before they could be arrogant any longer, Sun Wukong blew a breath of Immortal Breath and tied them all up.

He even tied them all evenly to several trees, unable to move a muscle.

Those monks still wanted to shout, but Sun Wukong blew another breath of Immortal Breath and silenced them.

"Master, do not get angry with them. Your body is unwell, so you should quickly go into the room and rest."

"Mm." With that, Tang An went into the room.

As for the monk with the severed arm, he had fainted from the pain and was carried away by the Abbot to find a doctor for treatment.

Yang Jian had Xiaotian Quan follow them, not giving that monk any chance to escape.

After the Hour of the Rooster.

The sun set, and the moon rose.

Night fell, and the entire temple suddenly became eerie.

The tied-up monks had been bound for most of the day without food or water, and they were already wailing in misery, having lost all their strength.

Yet at this very moment, they inexplicably became much more clear-headed. Then, they felt cold—a chilling sensation coming from their backs.

Even though their backs were against large trees, they felt no sense of security at all.

"Oh no, could what they said be true?" one of the monks suddenly discovered he could speak again.

"Impossible, how would ghosts dare to enter the sacred grounds of a temple?"

"Could those demons truly possess some cultivation?"

"I... why do I feel like someone is touching my ankle?"

Hearing him say that, the monks present all swallowed hard in fear.

"Amituofo, stop talking nonsense!"

"That is just your leg falling asleep, stop spouting nonsense."

But one second they were still reprimanding that man, and the next second they began to chant scriptures.

It was as if they were hoping the scriptures they usually chanted could protect them at a time like this.

But were these ordinary ghosts that had come?

What had come were Bai Wuchang and his counterpart, the ghost messengers.

"Ah!!!"

A scream pierced the sky, "My feet, my feet, someone is grabbing my feet again!"