The grievances of the first generation are indeed difficult for ordinary people to understand or empathize with, like Boss Zhou's bone ash mixed with rice.

If you complain to others, they might even think you're showing off!

The Chief Attendant was in a completely dazed state.

He was just here to do a handover.

Why was there such a ruckus?

Should he get involved?

He thought about it.

Dying on the eve of victory was a tragedy.

But what was even more tragic,

Was dying on the day of victory itself.

The Chief Attendant decided it was best not to do anything,

And just watch.

King Yama of Mount Tai was in great pain.

He felt a kind of crushing pressure from his bloodline.

Back then, the reason he was able to obtain the position of Yama was also a means used by the Underworld to appease the hearts of the former dynasty's people.

Even so,

His strength,

Wasn't much inferior to the other Yamas; otherwise, he would have been useless and unable to sit in this position.

But the problem was that his inheritance and his abilities were all inherited from the Lord of Fengdu's system, and when the first generation who established this system appeared, he was truly helpless.

Even if he put all his strength into it, it would only hit cotton.

But the first generation,

Could completely control him.

On the way here, Boss Zhou had asked the first generation, why choose King Yama of Mount Tai in particular?

To start with you and end with him?

With a touch of beautiful and bloody romanticism?

The first generation's answer was simple:

"He's the only one I can beat."

Very realistic,

Reality shattered all illusions.

The first generation began to complain about the old mountain ginseng with only a few whiskers left,

Saying, what could this little bit do?

At most, it was enough for him to hang on by a thread and run to the Ksitigarbha's presence.

And then?

His energy would be gone…

Was he sick?

Intentionally running to the Ksitigarbha's presence to die for him to see?

I'm committing suicide in front of you,

I'm asking you, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, are you afraid or not, are you afraid or not!

So,

What the first generation was doing was the same thing that Yinggou had done before.

The car was already on the road, and to reach the destination, it needed to refuel along the way.

And King Yama of Mount Tai was the roadside gas station.

However, the first generation's helplessness was that Yinggou's cup only had a cracked bottom. Although the situation was difficult, it could still be used with some patching.

He was different; he didn't even have a bottom. In fact, he had already died completely. This time, he was just coming out for some fresh air, and by the way, learning from his own monkey,

To make a fuss before dying.

Today, Hell,

Was destined to be uneasy.

The originally solemn and sacred, or rather, a grand scene draped in a veil of dark romanticism,

First Yinggou came once,

Then the first generation came again,

Forcibly destroying the festive atmosphere,

The host's face was torn to pieces.

King Yama of Mount Tai knelt on the ground.

Zhou Ze's palm gently patted King Yama of Mount Tai's forehead.

Immediately afterward,

Soaring into the sky,

A white ribbon was drawn out from the center of King Yama of Mount Tai's brow.

More and more was drawn out,

Longer and longer it became,

In the sky,

A long white light appeared.

On the ground,

King Yama of Mount Tai's body fell directly to the ground, his eyes devoid of spirit.

The white ribbon was the origin of King Yama of Mount Tai,

Dragging behind him,

Like flames spewing from the end of a rocket.

Today, the sky of Hell was truly spectacular.

First, the moon went down,

Then streaks of blue veins appeared in the sky, covering the firmament,

Immediately after,

Red sunset dyed a small patch of sky red,

Finally,

A shooting star began to lengthen, lengthen, and lengthen again…

It was a pity that Hell didn't have an observatory, because in the countless years before, the sky of Hell had been incredibly dull, but it was estimated that many "ghosts" would remember this day.

Waiting for hundreds or thousands of years,

When the ghosts in Hell talked about the changes of today again,

The beginning would be,

Wow,

That day,

Stars fell, the firmament twisted, blood mist permeated, a comet landed…

Boss Zhou didn't have the slightest awareness that he might become history.

He chatted with the first generation while flying.

It had to be said,

After getting used to bickering with Yinggou,

The first generation was really much easier to communicate with.

Or,

Perhaps it was because the first generation had been lonely for too long. He also liked to talk, or rather, before the impending end, he wanted to say a few more words.

There wouldn't be another chance later.

"How is my unworthy son?"

"Which one?"

Just now, one was sucked dry by you.

"The one in the Yang world."

"A great person, charitable, helpful, a saint."

"He still doesn't know who he is, right?"

"He doesn't know."

"Yeah, he owes too many people, so he instinctively wants to compensate."

"Actually, I think he's already dead. The current him is a separate person."

The old Daoist was still the old Daoist, at least, that's how Zhou Ze saw it.

Although Boss Zhou had repeatedly asked the old Daoist to develop a Tongcheng day trip business, if Zhou Ze had to choose, whether he wanted the old Daoist or a last generation, Boss Zhou would definitely choose the old Daoist without hesitation.

Because they had similar experiences, they understood each other better and cherished each other.

"You really think so?"

"That's what I think."

"Interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Pretty good."

"Pretty good?"

"We need to be faster, or we won't make it in time."

Zhou Ze sped up again,

And the white ribbon behind him also accelerated and shortened.

Finally,

The familiar venue,

The familiar location,

The familiar people.

The Chief Attendant was standing with the Bodhisattva,

Looking up at the sky together,

Suddenly, he shivered all over,

His gaze turned to the west,

His mouth immediately widened,

"Damn it, why is he here again!"

Yes,

Why is he here again!

Can't we just let people relax and look at the sky for a while longer!

Don't we have any dignity!

At the same time,

The Chief Attendant was very well-behaved this time,

He silently retreated three steps in advance,

Then looked at the Bodhisattva again,

His gaze,

Carried a hint of helplessness.

The Chief Attendant thought,

Maybe the Bodhisattva was also wearing a helpless expression under his mask.

That man,

Was here again.

The Chief Attendant knew that many things in this world could be addictive, but could this thing also be addictive?

Zhou Ze was here.

Today,

He stood in front of the Bodhisattva for the third time.

After getting closer,

The Chief Attendant realized,

That's not right!

The style was the same style, the color was the same color, but the taste was definitely different!

Immediately,

The Chief Attendant took two steps forward,

Standing in front of the Bodhisattva.

"Get out!"

The first generation gave a low shout,

At the same time,

Zhou Ze's palm pressed down.

"Boom!"

In the void,

A phantom of Mount Tai appeared,

The Chief Attendant raised his head,

Looking at "Mount Tai Crushing Down"!

In the blink of an eye,

The Chief Attendant quickly retreated two more steps, decisively admitting defeat.

The next moment,

The phantom of Mount Tai dissipated.

The Chief Attendant breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Ze walked to the front of the Bodhisattva,

The two of them were very close.

You couldn't say "What a coincidence" anymore,

Because it was already the third time today.

Zhou Ze seemed to sense the Bodhisattva's impatience,

Like an artist who was being disturbed repeatedly while carrying out his artistic creation.

The Bodhisattva didn't open his barrier,

He just looked at Zhou Ze calmly.

Fortunately, both Yinggou and the first generation were careful to help Zhou Ze conceal his identity. For Yinggou, being happy in Hell was temporary, and he couldn't wait until he returned to the Yang world and his own watchdog was being hunted down. Then there would really be no fun.

For the first generation, since someone had borrowed his things, he naturally had to return them in good condition.

"The stage is curtain-calling, the old things are going off one after another."

The Bodhisattva's words carried no joy or anger,

He put his palms together,

Chanting:

"Amitabha."

Immediately afterward,

He spread his hands,

As if to say:

Come on, I'm ready.

Let's finish this early, I still have things to do.

Hell had always rumored that it was because of the Bodhisattva's bewitchment that the last generation had abandoned everything and disappeared.

Although this matter did have some other tricks and details, one thing that had to be confirmed was that the Bodhisattva played a very important role in the process of ending the Lord of Fengdu's lineage.

Zhou Ze raised his fist.

Boss Zhou decided not to wash his hands for three days after returning to the Yang world.

After all,

This was a hand that had punched the Bodhisattva three times in one day.

Next,

Was a very ordinary scene,

Ordinary to the point that,

Everyone present,

Seemed a little numb,

Even carrying a little bit of aesthetic fatigue.

"Bang!"

The Bodhisattva was smashed down again and again and again.

The Chief Attendant's face twitched, but he didn't say anything.

He had been scared off by Mount Tai once before and didn't dare to say much.

Zhou Ze's gaze swept towards the Chief Attendant,

The Chief Attendant took a deep breath. Could it be that even he couldn't escape this time?

"Why weren't you born a few thousand years earlier?"

Zhou Ze asked.

"Huh?"

The Chief Attendant was confused.

As soon as Zhou Ze finished speaking, he left directly.

The Bodhisattva slowly flew up again,

Stopped next to the Chief Attendant,

Continuing,

To look up,

At the sky.

The Chief Attendant narrowed his eyes and pretended that nothing had happened, looking up again,

Pointing at the sky,

Saying:

"Look, there's another one."

…………

"Aren't you going back?"

"The matter isn't finished yet."

"Haven't you already hit him?"

"That was just passing by."

"Hell is very big."

"I know better than you how big Hell is."

"So passing by doesn't hold up, right?"

"I just wanted to punch him one more time to make it an even number, do you have a problem with that?"

"Three is an even number?"

"You really do have a problem with that."

…………

The young Judge was holding a Yin Gathering Fruit, eating it while admiring the astronomical changes.

There were a lot of things happening today.

Diting didn't need him to help with the bath,

So he was very free,

Free enough to watch the show to his heart's content.

Then,

He saw a shooting star fall,

Crashing into his planting base.

The young Judge was stunned for a moment,

Stood up,

He looked at Diting,

But found that Diting, who could "monitor everything," had no reaction.

The young Judge immediately ran, running to the back mountain.

The shooting star had already flown away,

The young Judge looked at the orchard below,

His mouth twitched,

And he sat on the ground, crying with grief.

"My bananas, my bananas…"

Heaven knew how much effort and hard work it took to grow bananas in Hell.

Now,

They were all gone.

…………

On this day, Hell underwent great changes, and dynasties changed;

On this day, the Bodhisattva was punched down from the sky three times.

On this day,

A person came to the swamp,

Bringing mountains and plains of bananas,

Crying very sadly.