Journey To The West: Poor Monks Do Not Want To Take The Western Classics

Chapter Eighty-One, please kill me

After several hacks, the Wuji King was hacked to death.

Samantabhadra was in the underworld, and he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

How is this going?

He also beaten it crookedly.

But somehow he was beaten to death.

The Wuji King was dragged by the two little ghosts and walked into the underground palace calmly.

No expression, no sadness or joy.

“Report to Lord Yan, the King Wuji will bring it here.”

Hades looked at Samantabhadra and did not speak, because he did not have the right to speak at all.

It seems that he has a lot of power, but he is naturally very arrogant about who the score is against and for some ordinary people in the world.

But when facing the Bodhisattva of Buddhism, he bowed his head and bent over, like a great eunuch.

“King Wuji, I am the Samantabhadra of the Western Heaven. I feel your grievances and I am here to bring you back to the sun. But life and death are everything from heaven, and I definitely can’t intervene in yin and yang matters. If you really want to die, In resurrection, you still need to find the Datang Saint Monk.”

These words, Samantabhadra said very witty.

I can take you back to the sun, but I can’t bring you back to life.

If you want to come back from the dead, you have to find Tang Sanzang.

King Wuji had empty eyes and said nothing.

On this day, he was sent to the underworld, reborn as a dog, and then struck to death by lightning.

I thought it would be over.

If you die, you’ll be over a hundred.

But Samantabhadra Bodhisattva even sent him back to face the Tang sage.

Looking at the Wuji King with hollow eyes, Samantabhadra shoved his head, and several hairs fell off.

This is what’s going on.

How did it become this virtue?

do not care.

Take him back to Yangjian first, let him go to Tang Sanzang, this is the main thing.

Brought the Wuji King through the Yangjian.

After the calculation, Tang Sanzang was still in the brothel and didn’t leave.

The soul given to King Wuji was lost at the door of the brothel, telling him: “You go in and find Tang Sanzang, let him avenge you, and he can revive you.”

But the Wuji King’s eyes were hollow and he remained motionless.

Things Cao.

What the hell is this silly?

Samantabhadra snorted: “Don’t take out this virtue to scare me, I tell you, you are immortal, believe it or not, I will go straight to the eighteenth hell for you and enjoy it.”

The black-bone king’s body trembled slightly.

Seeing that such threats are effective, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva continued: “I can inflict you into the eighteenth hell in this life, and in the next life it will be okay, and even I can let you endure this eternal torture in the eighteenth hell.”

Without a word, the Wuji King floated into Tang Yu’s room.

He doesn’t want to go to hell, knowing that he has already visited the underworld for a day.

Hearing those calls made him horrified in retrospect.

It’s just that he is not stupid. He originally admired Buddhism in his heart, but it seems that at the moment it is nothing more than that.

Even threats are used.

However, what I can’t figure out is why I let myself find this Datang monk.

None of the monks can be beaten.

The Datang monk let himself die, and Samantabhadra wants to drive himself into eighteen hells.

He was more afraid of entering the eighteenth hell than he was going to die.

Tang Yu was still sleeping in the room, whirring.

“Holy monk, holy monk.”

The black-bone king yelled twice.

“Wu Cao.”

Tang Yu was shocked and his expression changed slightly: “Why are you old boy back?”

It shouldn’t.

Didn’t Wu Keng say that he has been sent to the underworld?

“Pray for the holy monk, kill me, let my soul fly away.”

The black-bone king fell to his knees, begging to die.

It’s okay to have the soul flying away, so as not to be beaten into the eighteenth hell to endure torture.

He saw it, and no one can afford to offend it.

A little king himself, let’s get it.

go to hell.

Hearing this, Tang Yu was stunned for a moment, but he couldn’t imagine that the Wuji King was going to be dispelled and to die.

What excites this old boy.

The Wuji king cried: “Holy monk, I listened to your willingness to reincarnate, but I was reborn in a dog…”

Tang Yu’s mouth twitched slightly.

I only heard King Wuji continue to say: “But suddenly the sky was covered with clouds and thunder bursts into my death, killing me, making me soul into the underworld again. Only then did I know that all this was done by Samantabhadra and threatened. I said, I’m going to drive me into eighteen levels of hell, and I’ll never be overborn. So, I pray to the holy monk, kill me, and let my soul fly away.”

“It doesn’t matter whether it’s a country or a concubine, I don’t want it anymore. I just want to die and ask the holy monk to complete it.”

For this difficulty, Buddhism really took great pains.

Even if he was reborn, he would be killed by hacking him, and he would be brought back again.

Tang Yu frowned slightly, and said embarrassedly: “It’s not difficult to get you out of your mind. But the monks are compassionate, which makes the poor monks very embarrassed.”

Are you still compassionate?

Can be pulled down.

The black-bone king despised in his heart.

It’s just a pleading.

“Pray for the holy monk to complete, let me die, just like what the holy monk said, the cuckold is affirmative, I don’t have the face to live, and I don’t want to be tortured by Buddhism and Bodhisattva and enter the eighteenth hell. ”

The black-bone king looked bitter.

He ate a lifetime of fasting and participated in a lifetime of Zen, but he was treated like this by Buddhism, and even more so he was sent to eighteen levels of hell.

The faith in my heart collapsed suddenly.

Naturally, I heard that the Wuji King was dissatisfied with Buddhism.

Tang Yu’s eyes lit up slightly, since that’s the case, I’ll add fire to you.

“Hey, chicken, to be honest, I sympathize with you.” Tang Yu sighed.

The name “Old Chicken” made the King Wuji react for a long time before he came to realize that he was talking about himself.

His face was a little ugly, but he was already determined to die.

There is no need to care about a title at all.

“Do you know why you have been swimming in the well for three years?” Tang Yu was about to tell him the matter.

Seeing it, the current Wuji King has no good feelings for Buddhism anymore.

In this case, it is not impossible to resurrect him.

But the wrong idea of ​​believing in Buddhism must be corrected.

Such thinking is undesirable.

“Three years ago, was there a mortal who said he wanted to Purdue you and become the Buddha, and then you sent someone to be tied up and thrown into the river, saying that he would soak for three days and three nights.”

Hearing what Tang Yu said, the Wuji King remembered.

At that time, the person also said that he was Manjushri.

This makes the Wuji king who believes in Buddhism not believe it at all.

Instead, he thought he had insulted his beliefs, so he was sent to tie him up.

“There is such a thing. I just wanted to teach him a lesson. After a quarter or three, I had sent someone to prepare to let him go, but the person in the river was gone. He should have been rescued. .”

Tang Yu glanced at his mouth: “Rescue a fart, he’s damn it. I tell you, he is really Manjushri.”