Chapter 132 The Iron Dummy Finally Starts Using His Brain

The Nether Sea had dried up, its vast marshes long since divided up by various forces after Ying Gou's fall. The once boundless sea now had only a small trickle of the River Styx flowing through it.

But within that endless swamp,

lurked countless old ghosts and evil spirits. For countless years, the various forces had only cared about dividing the spoils, and no one wanted to deal with this problem. In truth, this problem was a bit too big.

It was rather like developers and relocated households in the mortal realm.

And so,

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was right.

If Ying Gou appeared there and gave an order, he could truly incite the old ghosts and evil spirits in the swamp to rise up in droves. This wasn't about righteous cause; it was simply that by following Ying Gou, everyone could at least fight for a piece of the pie.

As for the demonic soldiers and generals of the Jiuli tribe who were imprisoned, even the Grand Overseer was willing to demean himself and act like a "grandson" to curry favor with them. Furthermore, Ying Gou had protected them back then. The remnants of Jiuli still had Chiyou's warlike genes flowing in their veins.

They, too, had expressed their willingness to die for him, but Ying Gou still chose to keep them imprisoned.

Zhou Ze was most familiar with the Bone Throne,

and beneath it, the stepping stones that Ying Gou had collected back then.

That group of remnant demon god souls was also a terrifying force, to be sure.

And these were just the things on the surface.

Many things,

perhaps even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva himself couldn't fathom or fully deduce. It wasn't that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's deduction and insight weren't good enough, but that the era was simply too distant.

But even with so many cards in his hand,

Ying Gou didn't use any of them.

Alone, like Rambo,

he pushed his way all the way from the ancient palace to the City of Song Emperor,

seemingly unstoppable,

but everyone could see that

he was relying solely on his own courage.

In the end,

he was bound to collapse from exhaustion.

You could say that the former master of the Nether Sea was a brute,

but you couldn't say he was an idiot.

Otherwise,

who were you insulting?

Ying Gou didn't answer Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's question; he simply stepped down from the offering table and walked to the entrance of the small ancestral hall.

Outside the threshold of the small ancestral hall

wasn't a courtyard filled with the sounds of chickens and dogs, but a bottomless abyss.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva wasn't annoyed that Ying Gou didn't understand him; he simply stood respectfully to the side.

He was waiting,

waiting for more of Ying Gou's aura to leak out.

When that time came,

it would be his chance to strike.

If he could use this mythical figure from the mythical circles to sacrifice himself,

then, presumably,

the restless hearts in the underworld

and the various forces in hell

would become much more docile.

Although the Ten Attendants had cut off one of their fingers under the pressure of Ying Gou's power,

nine fingers were still the number of fingers on two hands.

Perhaps this was fate,

nine being the number of honor

was just right.

Of course,

the Bodhisattva understood that

fate was just a matter of how you interpreted it. With a clever mind, everything was fate.

Even worldly swindlers understood this principle.

As someone who had once been able to hoodwink the Lord of Mount Tai,

how could he not understand?

The atmosphere in the small ancestral hall

fell into a brief moment of tranquility.

Even though there was already an undercurrent surging between them, they still appeared to be "at peace" with each other.

However,

there was one thing Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva didn't understand.

He could afford to wait;

it was just a matter of one rising as the other fell.

But was the man before him

really just standing there to admire the scenery?

Then smile freely

and dissipate with the wind?

"I have already ordered the Yama Kings of each hall to personally lead their troops to guard the Road to the Underworld."

The meaning was simple:

The door to leave

had already been guarded.

Today,

you won't be able to get out.

The affairs of the world always have a head and a tail.

The head was with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva,

who was prepared to deal with it personally. As for the tail, the road in and out of the yin and yang realms was originally at the end of the Road to the Underworld, and it was also being guarded.

At this moment,

with the Yama Kings in command,

the judges at the front,

and countless inspectors behind,

not even a fly could escape.

Yet Ying Gou still appeared calm,

not even glancing at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"What are you waiting for?"

Zhou Ze couldn't help but ask.

He could sense that

Ying Gou was constantly weakening.

The leaky bucket was constantly leaking water,

and the reserves in his body were already dwindling.

If he had started fighting as soon as he came in,

he might have been able to put up a fierce fight,

but if he continued to delay,

he might not even be able to preserve his last bit of dignity.

Zhou Ze didn't think this was Ying Gou's character.

The Iron Dummy was the type to think,

Die, then die!

Die, then die!

Die, then die!

As long as I can put on a good show before I die,

Die, then die!

"Wait…………"

"Wait for what? Do you have a plan?"

Zhou Ze was surprised.

Although great figures generally had the ability to calculate everything,

remaining unmoved, yet able to secure victory from a thousand miles away, with the world as a chessboard and all things as pieces.

But that didn't seem to fit Ying Gou's style.

Would the Iron Dummy use his brain?

Zhou Ze believed he had a brain,

but he didn't seem to like using it much.

"No…………"

"No plan? What are you waiting for?"

"Just... watching..."

"Uh..."

Zhou Ze paused, then suddenly realized, and immediately said: "You don't actually know what's going to happen, so you're deliberately waiting here to see what happens, right? And by the way, you're also bluffing the Bodhisattva next door?"

After a long silence,

Ying Gou responded quietly:

"Indeed…………"

"…………" Zhou Ze.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea,

Ying Gou moved.

In Zhou Ze's opinion,

Ying Gou couldn't wait any longer.

If he leaked any more, he'd be empty!

But in the Bodhisattva's opinion,

it was that Ying Gou felt the time was ripe.

It had to be said,

unseen boasting

was the most deadly!

Even the esteemed Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva

hadn't expected that

the first master of the Nether Sea

was actually just standing there watching,

without any plans at all!

Who the hell could have thought of that?

Ying Gou turned around

and threw a punch!

An extremely simple punch,

without any fancy moves.

Ying Gou had used the same approach when facing the siege of the Five Attendants before.

The Bodhisattva didn't move,

and a golden light flashed on his body,

as if blessed by a golden seal,

immovable as a mountain!

Ying Gou's punch landed,

and the Bodhisattva only trembled slightly,

but nothing else happened.

It was conceivable that

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva also intended to have a head-on confrontation with Ying Gou!

Such an opportunity

was extremely rare.

Moreover, the other party had only recovered ten percent of his strength,

and had been leaking for so long.

Faced with such a great opportunity,

even a true Buddha

would have felt a bit of anger!

Ying Gou threw a punch,

but it had no effect.

He wasn't discouraged,

nor was he exasperated.

He turned around and threw another punch!

Still a simple and unadorned punch.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, almost possessed by the golden Buddha, continued to stand still,

taking another punch!

This Immovable Wisdom King's Dharma Body

was truly terrifying.

However,

Ying Gou threw a third punch,

then a fourth,

then a fifth,

and then,

it was endless.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's expression

became somewhat unsightly.

Yes,

even though he was shining with golden light at this moment,

imposing and majestic,

and even though each of Ying Gou's punches

couldn't shake him in the slightest,

he was unable to retaliate!

No matter how majestic you are,

how dignified,

how sacred and inviolable,

if someone presses you down like a turtle and pummels your shell,

you'll feel very uncomfortable!

It was just that,

the momentum that Ying Gou had built up with each previous punch

was like the endless flow of a river,

one layer pushing another,

one layer piling on top of another,

as if accumulating power.

It would have been better to directly resist and counterattack from the beginning,

but since he had chosen to pretend to be "immovable as a mountain" from the start,

it was now difficult to resist.

Once he released his Immovable Golden Body,

then the accumulated power of the previous punches

would come roaring in an instant!

At their level,

some things of face

were more important than reality.

Ying Gou continued to throw punch after punch,

and finally,

he stopped,

then,

took a step back,

and his entire body floated outside the small ancestral hall,

suspended above the cliff.

Inside the small ancestral hall,

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was standing there with a gloomy expression,

needing time to dissolve the punching power that Ying Gou had left on him!

This was equivalent to him being briefly trapped by Ying Gou,

but he didn't take it to heart.

Because he knew that

if Ying Gou wasn't weakened to a certain extent,

he would never have used such a method.

After all,

in the face of absolute power,

any conspiracy or trick was a joke.

It was precisely because he lacked strength

that he had chosen this method.

Ying Gou raised his head,

looked at the ancestral hall,

and slowly said:

"Recog...nize...this...place...?"

Boss Zhou felt like he was being taken to a brothel for the first time by an experienced driver,

with the experienced driver asking him with a smug look if he knew the most popular girl here.

"Should...recog...nize..."

As he spoke,

Ying Gou punched the rock wall with a single fist,

"Boom!"

The rock wall cracked,

revealing purplish-golden characters inside,

vigorous and forceful:

"Mount Tai"

This place

was actually the former residence of the Lord of Mount Tai,

and also the symbol of power of the Mount Tai lineage!

After the last Lord of Mount Tai disappeared,

the Ten Yama Kings rose to power, becoming the true masters of hell,

and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva directly renovated the original Mount Tai Lord's palace,

turning it into what it was now.

Outsiders

only saw his small temple on a high cliff as elegant and refined,

but few knew that

the difference between elegance and poverty

was that

this place

wasn't a withered vine, old tree, and evening crow,

but the ultimate luxury of a golden palace built on the ruins!

"What do you mean?"

Zhou Ze asked.

"Have...a...move...you...want...to...learn...Re...mem...ber...well..."

"What?"

"Nether Sea Three Thousand!"

In the next moment,

Ying Gou's figure instantly split into thousands!

Some went to the Road to the Underworld!

Some went to the various halls of the underworld!

Some scattered like birds and beasts!

Only one

remained standing at the entrance of the small ancestral hall.

Soon,

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva dissolved the superimposed momentum of the punches

and walked to the entrance.

Looking at the scattered clones flying away like stars,

he asked with some curiosity:

"Even at this point, do you think a single clone can stop me?"

The Bodhisattva was very angry,

and the consequences would be dire.

Ying Gou smiled slightly

and said:

"There...is...a...junior...boy...I...very...much...ap...pre...ci...ate..."

"Oh, who is it?"

"He...asked...me...to...bring...you...a...mes...sage..."

The Bodhisattva frowned slightly,

because the Ying Gou in front of him was holding up a seal with one hand,

and then the seal began to enlarge,

turning into rolling dark clouds,

and a mysterious and profound power began to brew.

"He...said...his...voice...was...too...low...so...I...will...yell...it...out...for...him..."

The Bodhisattva clasped his hands together,

his eyes showing a solemn look.

Ying Gou held the seal,

wind and thunder gathered,

and for a time,

across the firmament,

silver snakes danced wildly,

and he shouted in a clear, low voice:

"All...beings...are...e...qual..."