Chu Feng turned around and saw the unparalleled holy Guanyin Bodhisattva in white clothes.
"Ahem, it turns out to be the Bodhisattva. I haven't seen him for many days. The Bodhisattva has returned to his true body. I am very happy and congratulated."
Guanyin Bodhisattva walked over lightly and spoke softly.
"Taoist Master Chu, the outcome of the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism has long been decided. Even the Jade Emperor and Laojun above the nine heavens no longer insist on it. Why do you need to wade into this muddy water?"
Chu Feng just smiled bitterly and said nothing! This is a task given by the system. According to his own wishes, in the world of Journey to the West, where there are so many masters, he will never play this big.
Seeing this, Kasyapa on the side made a gesture and said: "Bodhisattva, the World Honored One has the destiny to immediately drive this animal into the eighteenth level of hell."
Guanyin Bodhisattva nodded and said no more.
"Walk"
Kasyapa and Anan led Chu Feng forward and entered the deep passage. After walking for more than half an hour, they came to the end. There was a deep place below. They didn't know how deep it was. A frightening cold air kept rising up, which made people feel inexplicable. A chill ran down my spine.
"Go down"
Kasyapa and Anan patted Chu Feng hard on the back at the same time.
"you"
Chu Feng, who couldn't use his magic power, suddenly fell down.
I don’t know how long it took, but the speed of falling began to slow down, and soft things appeared under my feet, which seemed to be auspicious clouds, which indicated that Anan and Kasyapa were beside me.
"Is there anyone available?"
In the darkness, Kasyapa suddenly spoke.
"Personnel affairs? Gold, silver, jewelry?"
Chu Feng raised his head and looked at Kasyapa's direction, feeling very absurd in his heart that Tathagata's disciples still lacked such worldly things.
"Gold, is there any?"
Anan's voice was a little impatient.
"No"
Chu Feng didn't need this thing for a long time, so why did he bring it with him.
"No, very good, very good"
Kasyapa's voice was calm, as if he didn't care.
Chu Feng was wary. This bald donkey's tone was wrong. He was afraid that something might happen when he got down there.
"When I get down there, I hand-copy one volume of the Nirvana Sutra every day."
Anan suddenly spoke.
"How many words are there in a volume?"
Chu Feng had a bad premonition in his heart.
"A short sentence can be thousands of words, a long sentence can be tens of thousands of words."
Anan's tone was stiff.
"Copy ten times"
Kassapa added.
"One Hundred Thousand Words"
Chu Feng's face looked a little ugly. Even if modern people use computers to type, one hundred thousand words a day is enough, not to mention that he has lost all his magic power and writes by hand.
"Ten thousand words less, plus one gravity"
Anan's tone was still stiff.
At this moment, the auspicious clouds under his feet disappeared and touched the solid ground.
"Here we go, get down"
Kasyapa and Anan held Chu Feng's shoulders from left to right and suddenly disappeared into the darkness.
When he reappeared, he was in a deep passage. The passage was sloping downwards, with cyan walls on both sides. It was constantly emitting a deep and cold air. At first glance, it looked like the evil aura that had been formed over thousands of years.
"I never thought that the Buddhist holy land, under Lingshan Mountain, would have such a wonderful place!"
Knowing that these two guys were not right made him feel better, Chu Feng simply let himself go.
"The beauty? It is indeed the beauty."
Kasyapa heard that Chu Feng was sarcastic, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared.
Anan said in a stiff tone: "The evil spirits here are so vicious that they have been attached to the walls for years. Isn't it surprising?"
Chu Feng turned his head and glanced at Anan, but said nothing.
Anan suddenly started talking.
"The person imprisoned on the first floor is the leader of the ancient crocodile clan, who calls himself the Crocodile Ancestor. Two thousand years ago, the Crocodile Ancestor provoked the authority of heaven, attacked the underworld many times, and robbed the living souls. Finally, the World Honored One took action, surrendered him, and suppressed him in the here."
Chu Feng's heart moved. What a coincidence. There is also a crocodile ancestor in Zhetian World.
"Anan, Kasyapa, you two bald donkeys haven't been here for a while!"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from behind the cyan wall, and his tone was very arrogant.
"Amitabha, you evil beast, you have been suppressed for two thousand years and you still don't know how to repent!"
Kasyapa's expression changed, he clasped his hands together and recited the scriptures.
Soon, heart-rending screams came from behind the blue wall.
Chu Feng couldn't help but think of Sun Wukong who was tortured by the tight curse, and frowned. Next, I'm afraid that I will suffer similar torture, and this time I will really be tricked by the system.
"Stubborn beast!"
Kasyapa's expression was solemn, and he did not look like a perpetrator at all.
Anan's lips moved but said nothing.
Not long after walking, a light curtain with divine flowers constantly flowing blocked the way.
There was a flash of light in Anan's hand, and there was a token with Buddha's characters printed on it, which emitted a black light and was projected onto the light screen.
With a roar, the light curtain slowly opened like a portal, revealing the deep road.
Chu Feng, Anan, and Kasyapa walked in and immediately found that the gravity on their bodies had increased a lot.
"Who is being imprisoned on this floor?"
Chu Feng asked.
Kasyapa frowned and wanted to scold him.
Anan spoke first: "The person locked up on this floor is a fierce ghost who has been practicing for thousands of years. He has been hiding in the depths of the underworld and devouring souls. Five thousand years ago, he was discovered by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. After a fierce battle for seven days, he was killed. surrender."
After hearing this, Chu Feng sighed in his heart, Buddhism really has many masters. A ghost who has been practicing for thousands of years and devouring souls in the underworld for five thousand years must have escaped from the cage long ago, but he was still defeated by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
"He is different from Crocodile Ancestor on the first level. He never said anything after being locked up here!"
Anan added.
"oh"
Chu Feng nodded.
Just as Anan said, the ten thousand-year-old ghost who was imprisoned on the second floor was a silent ghost, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end.
Soon they arrived at the third floor of the underworld. This time, Anan introduced him before Chu Feng could speak.
"The person imprisoned here is a giant white python. He is talented and dedicated to good deeds. He once visited the immortal world and was ranked in the immortal class. Because of his mistakes in cultivation, he became crazy and killed many heavenly soldiers and generals. He fled through Xiniu Hezhou. He was captured by Guanyin Bodhisattva and imprisoned here."
This giant white python gave Chu Feng a strange feeling.
"Anan, have you forgotten what this Taoist priest has done?"
Kasyapa suddenly spoke up in a stern tone.
Anan, who originally wanted to continue talking, remained silent.
Next, the fourth floor, the fifth floor, the sixth floor... the sixteenth floor, the seventeenth floor, the gravity on Chu Feng's body continued to increase, and it became more and more difficult to walk.
"By the way, this level is closed -"
Halfway through Anan's words, he was choked back by Kasyapa's stern eyes.
Chu Feng glanced at the wall on the seventeenth floor strangely and said nothing.
On the eighteenth floor, Anan and Kasyapa worked together to open the door on the wall and pushed Chu Feng in.
After staggering a few steps, Chu Feng raised his head and found that it was no different from an ordinary prison, only slightly larger.
After standing for a while, Chu Feng found a relatively clean place to sit down.
"Copy the scriptures immediately"
As a pile of white paper, a scripture, pen and ink, and water fell to the ground out of thin air, Kasyapa's cold voice came.
While resisting gravity, Chu Feng reached out to pick up the scripture and read it. After flipping through a few pages, he began to copy.
After writing less than a thousand words, Chu Feng felt someone standing behind him. He suddenly turned around and saw Kasyapa with a solemn face, holding a chain with a hook in his hand.
