There was no response from the sea system, and there was silence in my mind!

Chu Feng sighed in his heart, it's over, the system that doesn't pit the host is not a good system, and at the critical moment, the chain will be dropped.

"Doom, Doom, Doom ......"

Rulai, who was dressed in white, muttered the word calamity in his mouth, and his expression seemed to be thinking.

At this time, Chu Feng wisely did not speak.

I don't know how long it took, Chu Feng, whose eyelids were drooping, found that there was an extra pair of shoes in front of him, and when he looked up, it was not the majestic Rulai, who was it!

"Buddha, forgive the poor and can't give gifts!"

Chu Feng, who couldn't move at all, squeezed out a smile with difficulty on his face, how ugly it was, how ugly it was.

"Would you like to enter my sand gate?"

If you look at Chu Feng, your eyes are like candles, as if you can penetrate the most secret secrets in people's hearts.

"Ugh"

Chu Feng was stunned, it was not a killing, it was not a suppression, it was actually an invitation to join the Buddhism Sect, this result was too unexpected.

"The heart of the Golden Cicada Buddha is polluted and you can't become a Buddha, so you will continue to learn the scriptures instead of the Golden Cicada, and after you succeed, you will be the Buddha of Zhantan Merit."

Rulai's tone is flat, without a trace of human feelings. It's as if, no matter who goes to learn the scriptures, it makes no difference to him.

"This"

Chu Feng began to care about the gains and losses in his heart, first, endure the humiliation, promise to come, pretend to be Xuanzang to continue to take the Western Scriptures, and after the success, become the Buddha of Zhantan Merit, and then, find an opportunity, flash people, anyway, the task has been completed.

Second, the righteousness is awe-inspiring, and if you refuse to come, the result may be very miserable, and the bad result will be directly killed by the Rulai, and the good result will be suppressed, and after three hundred years, Wutian will rule the Three Realms, and it may be possible to be released.

"Within three days, the six-eared macaque who has recovered from his injuries will assist you in your westward journey as Sun Wukong, and your cultivation will temporarily imprison the poor monk."

Rulai still spoke in a flat tone, but he said something that shocked Chu Feng.

In the battle of Lingshan, it was not Sun Wukong who won, but the six-eared macaque.

"In this way, those who will take the Western Meridian in the future will be impostors!"

Chu Feng smiled bitterly, this is interesting, Xuanzang was impersonated by him Chu Daochang, and Sun Wukong was impersonated by a six-eared macaque.

"Spreading the Dharma in the Middle Earth, the vast number of Buddhism, is to conform to the way of heaven, not because of people."

Rulai's voice was loud and his expression was resolute. Once again, he clarified his meaning, and no matter who goes, the result will be the same. He, like the Buddha, wants only results.

Chu Feng thought about it, and planned to endure the humiliation, not to mention being killed, even if he squatted in the kiln for three hundred years, he couldn't accept it.

"Poor Dao—"

"Host, can't promise!"

The sound of the system appeared in Chu Feng's mind like thunder.

"Why?"

Chu Feng, who was halfway through the words, asked in his mind.

"It is now announced that the second mission of the host to enter the Westward Journey World is to be voluntarily suppressed for three hundred years, to win the trust of Wutian, join forces with Wutian, and prevent Rulai from returning to Lingshan."

The system said categorically.

"Prevent Rulai from returning to Lingshan"

Chu Feng wanted to scold people in his heart, he was a little immortal who was less than a golden immortal, and he interfered in the struggle between the first master of the Three Realms and the first master in the future, no matter how you look at it, it is the old birthday star eating arsenic.

"There is a third mission, wait for the host to successfully prevent Rulai from returning to Lingshan, and then announce it."

The system said again.

“……”

Chu Feng didn't know what to say anymore, he hadn't even skimmed the eight characters, and he even had a third task.

However, as a host, the small arms and legs are not able to resist the system, Chu Feng hesitated for a few breaths, and then agreed. The hesitation and obscurity in his eyes also turned into firmness.

"Buddha, poor Dao is a Taoist priest for a day, and he will be a Taoist priest for life, even if he dies standing up, he does not live on his knees, from the moment he intervenes in the overall situation of Journey to the West, Poor Dao has put life and death out of the way."

Chu Feng's righteous and awe-inspiring words did not cause any emotional fluctuations in Rulai.

"In this case, the poor monk will fulfill you, and from now on, you will be suppressed in the eighteenth layer of hell."

Fortunately, it was just suppression, and Chu Feng, who was righteous and awe-inspiring on his face, breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that the location of the suppression is a bit strange, why is it the eighteenth layer of hell, is it to hand him over to the Jizo King to take care of.

With doubtful thoughts, Chu Feng watched as Rulai only stretched out a finger and turned the scorpion essence from a peerless demon into an ordinary scorpion.

Legend has it that the scorpion spirit that can hurt Rulai, although he has woken up, he doesn't even have the ability to resist. Sure enough, at the beginning, it was just that he didn't know as much as the scorpion spirit.

Xuanzang, who was dressed in white flesh, was directly sealed by Rulai and put into his sleeve, what will happen in the future, it depends on Rulai's decision, as for who replaces Xuanzang, Chu Feng does not know, because he fainted.

For ordinary people, coma is just a coma, and for immortals who have achieved cultivation, when they are in a coma, the surroundings are dim, and their sight and perception are limited to a small range of knowledge.

This feeling of life and death not being in your own hands, the darkness around you, and the feeling of not being able to know, is very bad.

However, it didn't take long to do so, and it was over after only half an hour.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by an endless high, infinitely large mountain, surrounded by abundant spiritual energy, with continuous thrones of precious buildings and temples as far as the eye could see. There were hundreds of thousands of monks who came and went, densely packed like ants. Every one of them is put in the mortal world, they are all great and virtuous monks, and they are just ordinary members here, and the thousands of years of Buddhism are not ordinary horrors.

"This is Lingshan, the holy place of Buddhism."

Chu Feng looked at everything in front of him, very envious, a Taoist who does nothing will definitely not have such a grand occasion.

"Don't look at it, come with us"

In a flash of brilliance, two monks with cold expressions appeared.

"Who are you?"

Chu Feng frowned slightly, as the saying goes, the king of Hades is easy to see, but the little ghosts are difficult, if he doesn't have the same knowledge as himself, it doesn't mean that the monks under him don't make small moves.

"Anand"

The two monks spoke stiffly, obviously already knowing that Chu Feng was the one who sabotaged the overall situation of Journey to the West.

"It was you"

Chu Feng had a playful interest in his heart, every "Ming Jun" had a few ministers under him, and he helped "Ming Jun" solve the disobedient courtiers, and Rulai was no exception.

"Go"

Anan and Jiaye, one left and one right, pushed Chu Feng forward, about 400 steps forward, and came to the foot of the Lingshan Mountain, where people came and went, there were two roads in front of them, one went up, draped on the Lingshan like Bai Lian, and there was no end in sight; One goes down, straight to the bottom of the spiritual mountain, and the depth of the place is unfathomable.

Could it be that the eighteenth layer of hell as mentioned is below the Spirit Mountain, Chu Feng frowned slightly.

"The World Venerable has an order to suppress you in the eighteenth layer of hell, don't leave quickly."

Jia Ye pushed Chu Feng again, very unpolite.

"Amitabha, is it Daoist Chu over there?"

A familiar voice came suddenly.