Journey to the West: After the Great Sage listened to the advice, the three realms were all confused

The warden of the oil pot had a dark face, and his fat body was trembling slightly with anger and unwillingness.

When facing other hell lords who came to communicate with him, he poured out all his experiences without reservation.

"That Sun Wukong is simply a demon!"

"My copper pot is a magical tool that cost me countless efforts to refine."

"But to him, it's like ordinary bath water!"

"I've never seen such a weird person!"

After saying that, he sighed heavily, and the fat on his face drooped with the sigh.

Upon hearing this, several prison lords on the upper level couldn't help but show sympathy and shook their heads and sighed.

The several prison lords at the lower levels were skeptical at first.

But as the news gradually spread, a faint fear arose in their hearts.

Especially the two prison masters who were about to visit Sun Wukong were even more restless.

After much deliberation, the two prison warden gritted their teeth and decided to report the matter to a higher authority.

I hope Yan Luo can help them solve this difficult problem.

They acted immediately and hurriedly left the Eighteen Levels of Hell and ran towards the other eight Yamas.

At this time, several Yamas were sitting together with serious expressions.

They were discussing how to solve the "big trouble" of Sun Wukong, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was hard to breathe.

No one expected that trouble would come knocking on their door.

The two prison masters, who were in a hurry, broke directly into the meeting hall of the Yama Kings.

"Bang" sound.

The door was pushed open violently.

Several Yamas were startled by the sudden noise and stood up, looking towards the door vigilantly.

Seeing the panicked expressions of the two prison masters, the Yamas thought to themselves that something was wrong and subconsciously took a few steps back.

The two prison masters saw this and said nothing.

With a plop, he knelt on his knees, pressed his forehead tightly against the ground, and pleaded in a trembling voice.

"My Lords, please help us! Sun Wukong is running amok in our Eighteen Levels of Hell, and we really can't do anything about him!"

"I hope the adults can think of a way to take him away!"

When several Yamas heard this, their faces instantly turned extremely ugly.

"Won't he spend hundreds of thousands of years in each of the eighteen levels of hell?"

"Although this period of time may not seem long to the outside world, it is enough to wear down his temper, right?"

When the two prison masters heard this, they became even more excited.

They raised their heads and told in detail everything Sun Wukong had done in the various levels of hell, like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

A long silence fell in the hall.

The Yamas looked at each other, their eyes revealing a desire to shirk responsibility.

They never imagined that Sun Wukong could cause such a big storm in the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

After all, this is the Eighteenth Level of Hell.

Even if they themselves entered it, they would not be able to cause any waves.

however……

These two jail masters were no ordinary people either. When they saw that the Yama Luos were trying to shirk their responsibility, they hugged their thighs tightly and refused to let go no matter what.

He looked like he would not leave until he got a satisfactory answer.

Seeing this, the Yamas were angry.

But these two prison warden had done nothing wrong.

They really had no reason to drive them away.

Helplessly, a Yama Luo could only sigh and nodded.

"Okay, you guys get up first."

"We will report this matter to the King of Fengdu and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva right away. They will surely provide an appropriate solution."

"However, you two must return to the Eighteenth Level of Hell immediately and keep a close eye on that place!"

"If there are any problems again, I will only ask you!"

When the two prison masters heard this, they immediately showed joy on their faces and nodded in agreement.

Then they turned around and hurried back to the eighteen levels of hell.

Several Yamas looked at their departing backs with complicated expressions.

After a moment, they looked at each other and walked towards the hall of Emperor Fengdu.

In this short period of time.

Sun Wukong stretched his body in the oil pan, and his bones made a crisp "crackling" sound.

Then he jumped out of the copper pot.

He patted the remaining hot oil on his body with a satisfied look on his face.

He muttered, "What a pleasant bath!"

The little ghosts on the side had already collapsed on the ground due to exhaustion. They had been carrying the spiritual materials for tens of thousands of years.

At this moment, I felt like all the bones in my body were falling apart.

Finally, they waited for this "uncle" to leave.

The prison warden who had been hiding before now put on a flattering smile.

He walked over cautiously and said with a nod and a bow.

"Sir, please come this way. I will take you to the next floor."

After the previous encounter with Sun Wukong, everyone was extremely afraid of him.

At this moment, the smile on the prison warden's face contained no other emotion except flattery.

Sun Wukong ignored him and walked towards the passage to the next level.

Seeing this, the prison warden followed behind awkwardly.

After Sun Wukong entered the passage, he breathed a sigh of relief and murmured softly.

"Brothers on the lower two floors, I wish you good luck."

The prison masters of the two lower levels were not fools either. They had received the news early and had made adequate preparations.

As soon as Sun Wukong came out of the portal, he felt a powerful force pulling him.

The whole world seemed to be turned upside down in an instant.

When he looked again, he found himself on a huge stone mill.

This stone mill is as huge as a hill, with mysterious and strange runes engraved on its surface, emitting a cold and gloomy aura.

The stone mill turned slowly, making a dull and heavy "creaking" sound.

Anyone who falls into it will be crushed into meat paste in the blink of an eye under the huge pressure of the millstone.

On this stone mill, all you can see is blood and chaos.

Countless ghosts ran desperately on the edge of the millstone, trying to escape from this horrific death trap.

But no matter how hard they tried, they could not escape the fate of being thrown back and crushed.

Their screams echoed in the enclosed space.

Sun Wukong grinned with a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Interesting, but this thing is too slow. Let me, Old Sun, add some ingredients to it!"

After saying that, he bent his legs slightly.

Then he suddenly leaped up, drawing a golden arc in the air.

It landed steadily on the edge of the millstone.

He gripped the edge of the millstone tightly with both hands, pushed his feet hard against the side wall of the millstone, and began to exert force.

As he exerted force, the speed of the stone mill began to gradually increase.

At first, the surrounding ghosts did not react.

But when the speed of the stone mill became faster and faster, reaching a terrifying level.

Everyone's faces turned pale in an instant, and their eyes were filled with fear.

Their bodies flew uncontrollably in all directions under the powerful centrifugal force.

But the surrounding walls bounced them back mercilessly, accurately and accurately into the grinding mouth of the stone mill.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere and minced meat flew everywhere.

In the past, these souls would have to struggle for a long time under the torture of the stone mill before being ground into minced meat.

But because of Sun Wukong's acceleration, they had no time to react.

Often, just after being resurrected, they are crushed again by the millstone in the blink of an eye.

For a moment, screams echoed over the entire millstone.

But these sounds were soon drowned out by the roar of the rapidly turning millstones.

Above the stone mill, the prison warden on this level was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

He looked at the devil-like Sun Wukong below with fear on his face.

He turned to look at the little kid who was also trembling with fear and asked in a trembling voice.

"So... he should finally stop, right?"

"Now that he's in this stone mill, he can't bother me anymore, right?"

The little ghost swallowed, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Master, don't worry. As long as we don't provoke this guy, he won't cause us any trouble."

"Now we can only hope that the King of Hell and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will come and rescue us soon."

After hearing this, the prison warden nodded solemnly.

He secretly sighed in his heart, as he was the lord of the seventeenth level of hell.

He is a well-known and famous figure in the underworld.

But now, facing a person being punished, he is so afraid.

But now that things have come to this, what else can he do?

I can only pray silently in my heart.

"But please come quickly!"

"I can't afford it if anything goes wrong!"