Chapter 781

The underworld is governed and led by the Ten Halls of Yama.

Behind them, the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha guards "Qiankun," and is also known as the "King Ksitigarbha," showing his status in the underworld.

It is somewhat similar to the heavenly court in function.

The Jade Emperor is merely the nominal ruler of the Three Realms; when matters arise, he still has to go and plead with the Buddha Tathagata.

When the Ten Halls of Yama encounter major issues, they must go and plead with King Ksitigarbha.

The Jade Emperor's luck is clearly better than that of the Ten Halls of Yama—at least he managed to get Tai Bai Jin Xing to successfully invite the Western Heaven Buddha Tathagata.

When the Ten Halls of Yama arrived at King Ksitigarbha's location, not only was King Ksitigarbha nowhere to be found, but even the one who listens (Diting) was missing.

Indeed, a major incident has occurred in the Buddhist sect!

The monks have fled!

"What should we do?" the Ten Halls of Yama looked at each other helplessly.

With King Ksitigarbha gone, they cannot possibly resist that heavenly demon Xuanzang.

He is the Buddha-ordained Buddhist adversary.

"The higher-ups keep telling us to resist, but how are we supposed to resist?" the Seventh Hall Taishan Wang spread his hands, "Even the Bodhisattva is gone."

News of the heavenly demon has already spread.

The Buddha's ordained Buddhist adversary is indeed a true great calamity descending.

However, aside from the immortals, arhats, and bodhisattvas present, few outsiders know of the Buddha's final nirvana after his battle with the Great Heavenly Demon Xuanzang.

The news has been tightly suppressed.

The outside world merely speculates that the Buddha must have been injured.

Little did they expect that the Buddha actually entered nirvana on the spot.

Of course, given the Buddha's power, he will surely return one day—it's just unknown when.

The Ten Halls of Yama do not know of the Buddha's nirvana, but at least they can be certain that the heavenly demon Xuanzang is an opponent they absolutely cannot match in strength.

How to resist?

"..."

In their helplessness, the judge hurriedly came to report: the heavenly demon Xuanzang has already arrived!

The Ten Halls of Yama exchanged glances and, gritting their teeth, departed.

Above the Yellow Spring, the Naihe Bridge.

A group of dazed ghosts huddled together, swaying unsteadily, like reeds swaying in the wind.

By the bridge, Tang Luo said: "So, if I want to know the whereabouts of the Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong, the register of life and death won't do—I must go through the Reincarnation Transmigration Mirror?"

Beside him was a woman with white hair and striking beauty—a ghost—nodding frantically.

Sun Wukong had long since transcended the Five Elements, and later even erased his own name from the register of life and death.

He will not appear on it.

Tang Sanzang is the Buddha-ordained pilgrim for the scriptures, and is also quite exceptional; he will not appear on the register of life and death either.

Since the register of life and death has no record, to find the two, another method is needed—the Reincarnation Transmigration Mirror. Anyone who has undergone reincarnation through the underworld's hands can be found in the Reincarnation Transmigration Mirror.

"Then where is the Reincarnation Transmigration Mirror?" Tang Luo asked again.

"Wangsi... Wangsi City." Meng Po's voice stuttered slightly, "Master, you've already drunk quite a lot."

"Oh." Tang Luo casually set down his cup, "The taste is not bad."

"..." Meng Po wanted to cry but had no tears.

"The taste is not bad?"

This is the Meng Po soup she painstakingly brewed!

To wash away the ghosts' past-life memories, turning them into blank slates, so they may be reborn.

As a result, this heavenly demon drank it like water, directly consuming a hundred years' worth,

After painstakingly brewing for hundreds of years, in one moment it all returned to before liberation.

Originally thinking to work hard today and rest tomorrow, now it's turned out badly—there's nothing left in stock.

"Drinking too much is bad for the body." Meng Po, what can she do? She can only advise Tang Luo from a health perspective.

Even if you are a heavenly demon, drinking too much Meng Po soup is still not good!

"Hmm, hmm." Tang Luo casually replied, "You mentioned that Wangsi City—where is it?"

He truly does not know much about the geography of the underworld.

"Great... Master wants to go to Wangsi City?" The Tenth Hall Yama finally arrived—just the ten of them, without bringing any of the underworld's yin soldiers or ghost generals.

To show his attitude.

Resistance? Pfft!

The higher-ups can't win, so they tell us the underworld must resist—result? Even the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha ran away.

Everyone discussed it and felt that submitting to the Great Heavenly Demon Xuanzang was the wise course.

Strategic submission, not cold.

"Hmm, I'll find two people—Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong. Using the Reincarnation Transmigration Mirror should be able to locate them, right?" Tang Luo said.

The First Hall Qin Guang Wang nodded.

"Then let's go." Tang Luo rose from Meng Po's chair, "Trouble the hall masters to lead the way?"

"We dare not, we dare not."

"Master, come with us."

The Ten Halls of Yama lowered their posture greatly—the underworld, after all, has always been in a low place.

Such things—we have experienced them before, haven't we?

However, at that time it just happened to be King Yama's shift, so he alone suffered for it.

Now all Ten Yama Kings are suffering.

Wait, before when Sun Wukong broke in and caused havoc, Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha didn't even move, but now that Great Heavenly Demon Xuanzang has come, Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha ran away directly.

You still have the nerve to call yourself King Ksitigarbha?

The Ten Yama Kings dared not vent their anger on Tang Luo, but were filled with resentment toward King Ksitigarbha.

Wrongful Death City is very large; named Wrongful Death City, but it's not that only wrongfully dead souls would be in this city.

It is simply a part of the Underworld, a gloomy, empty city.

On the incomparably tall city walls, there stands an oval bronze mirror as tall as a person.

At the mirror's edge, the stand supporting the mirror is made of red wood, carved with complex twisted ghost-face openwork patterns.

Placed in a horror movie, it would be a proper "key prop."

Its mere appearance is enough to scare off a batch of people.

The Ten Yama Kings surround the Reincarnation Mirror, silently casting spells.

Using the Reincarnation Mirror is not a simple matter; the authorization level is high, and the consumption is also great.

Even Judge-rank ghost officers would not lightly use the Reincarnation Mirror.

With all Ten Yama Kings acting together, the situation is different.

On the extremely poor-clarity bronze mirror, various human figures flicker — men and women, old and young, from humans to animals all appear.

Constantly shifting.

As time passes, the image shifts faster and faster, until in the end it's already a blur.

The Ten Yama Kings' expressions are all grave; if their faces weren't originally pale, one could see their complexions changing at this moment.

"Hard to find?" Tang Luo asked.

King Qin Guang nodded, not saying any more nonsense.

Speed up the search for Tang Seng and Sun Wukong's whereabouts, so they can send off this Great Heavenly Demon sooner.

As for what the Great Heavenly Demon wants with those two.

That has nothing to do with them anymore.

A Buddhist holy monk and a demon monkey — the Ten Yama Kings have no spare mood to consider them.

If they can redirect the trouble elsewhere, nothing could be better.

Anyway they have no good feelings toward Buddhism, and toward that demon monkey, even less so.

Back then when he caused havoc in the Underworld and altered the Book of Life and Death, it was the Ten Yama Kings' faces that were slapped.

When they learned Tang Luo came to find these two, the Ten Yama Kings even felt a bit of secret glee, wishing for them to fight each other like dogs.

Who knows how hard they're working now.

After another two-hour period passed, five of the Ten Yama Kings were already on the verge of collapse; fortunately at this time their efforts bore fruit.

The shifting images on the Reincarnation Mirror abruptly stopped.

"Found it!" King Qin Guang let out a breath of relief, nervously wiping the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead.

If they couldn't find it, they truly worried the Great Heavenly Demon would make a move and smash the Underworld.

"Who is this?" Tang Luo's face was somewhat dark.

"Uh, Tripitaka Dharma... Tang Seng, the Tripitaka Monk." King Qin Guang said, "Sun Wukong we're still searching for."

"Are you sure this is Tang Seng?" Tang Luo confirmed further.

King Qin Guang nodded with absolute certainty.

Absolutely no mistake!

"Good, very good." Tang Luo smiled.

King Qin Guang's neck shrank back, feeling a heavy pressure rush at his face, nearly unable to stand steady.

"Keep searching, find me Sun Wukong!"

"Yes." King Qin Guang immediately focused on searching for Sun Wukong.

For some reason, he felt this Great Heavenly Demon seemed to be angry.

He's a Heavenly Demon; capricious moods are normal, as long as it doesn't hurt them, he can be as capricious as he wants outside.

Tang Seng's image in the bronze mirror disappeared, and it began shifting anew.

In this world, many "acquaintances" to a certain extent reflect Sun Wukong's inner impression of them.

The Tang Seng Tang Luo just saw was likewise a bald head, but a bald muscular man.

How muscular? Three words say it all — Lu Zhishen.

When seen, the Lu Zhishen in the image — no, the Tang Seng in the image held a Crescent Moon Spade in one hand and embraced a large tree in the other, right there performing the uprooting of a weeping willow.

A group of children nearby were cheering.

It made Tang Luo deeply feel that reincarnation is truly unreliable.

Clearly Tang Seng is a holy monk image, yet his reincarnation turned out like this.

This batch of Underworld officials is not up to par.

With Tang Seng confirmed, the rest is naturally Sun Wukong; this time the Ten Yama Kings were much faster.

"Master, found him!"

With King Qin Guang's heartfelt shout of joy, the bronze mirror image halted.

"You sure?" Tang Luo asked.

"Absolutely Sun Wukong!" King Qin Guang nearly let slip, "This demon— this monkey, I'd recognize him even if he turned to ash."

"... Alright then." Tang Luo confirmed the two's locations and simply turned to leave.

The Ten Hall Yama over there couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"Wasn't it said the demon monkey severely injured Master Sanzang, was punished with reincarnation, and endured tribulations?"

"Right, so how come he looks like he's doing quite comfortably?"

In the mirror was a young, handsome man, tall in stature, a full 1.8 meters.

Bearing himself with imposing dignity, holding a copper staff tinged with a hint of gold, he was currently sparring with someone on the arena platform.

One could not see the slightest appearance of someone enduring tribulations.

"What's the point of caring about so much," King Qin Guang said, "Being able to send away the Great Heavenly Demon is a good thing."

The remaining Yama nodded one after another.

Good, good, this time the Underworld didn't suffer a calamity.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, Sun Wu's copper staff knocked his opponent's weapon flying, swept past his opponent, and "sent" him off the arena platform.

He secured his eightieth victory.

He stood with head held high, looking at the crowd below and shouting: "Who else refuses to accept! Come up on the platform!"

Below the platform was a stretch of silence.

This outsider came here to set up an arena platform, defeating all the local experts, and even some passing experts were no exception.

In just seven days, he won eighty consecutive matches; his strength was evident.

Now no one dared to go up on the platform.

"Having a lot of fun." A voice drifted up faintly.

Sun Wu spun around sharply; at some unknown time, the white-haired youth was already standing on the arena platform.

The crowd was also puzzled; when did this youth get up there? They fundamentally hadn't detected it at all.

Not even a blur before the eyes, the kind that would show the opponent's body technique changing nimbly, occurred.

"You want to challenge me?" Sun Wu looked at Tang Luo; for some reason, his heart gave a lurch, a feeling like a myocardial infarction.

Of course, he didn't know what a myocardial infarction was.

"No, I want to beat you up."

Tang Luo moved his hands, clenching his fists.

Come over and take a beating!