Seeking Help from the Underworld to Reap Souls

Guanyin was stunned. "Then, Buddha Ancestor, what should we do now? Although it would be inappropriate for this little monkey to die of old age, are we really going to have the Buddhist Sect directly deal with an ordinary monkey? All the great powers of the Primordial Wilderness are waiting to watch the show."

Rulai nodded. "Since it's an ordinary monkey, its lifespan naturally won't be very long. Who says only old monkeys can have their souls reaped? Venerable Guanyin, make a trip to the underworld and have them take that monkey's soul away."

Guanyin's expression froze. "Buddha Ancestor, you're not joking, are you? Soul Reapers? The underworld isn't like the Heavenly Court. Those Soul Reapers are fierce. Are you planning to invite Black and White Impermanence, or Golden Chains and Silver Locks?"

Rulai's expression stiffened. A mere Soul Reaper—no, Black and White Impermanence in the underworld are part-time positions held by Jinpeng and Xuandu. Every one of them is a Quasi-Saint expert. Hm, Golden Chains and Silver Locks, then.

With that thought, Rulai coughed. "Ahem, Golden Chains and Silver Locks, then. You probably won't be able to invite Black and White Impermanence. If you meet those two, you might even get beaten up."

Guanyin's face darkened. "But Golden Chains and Silver Locks were recommended by Yun Ting. They're the Golden Silver Boys of Tushita Palace. You want me to ask them for help at Tushita Palace? What if I run into my master or my eldest martial uncle? Wouldn't they beat me to death... I'm not going. Buddha Ancestor, send someone else. I haven't dared wander around Tushita Palace lately."

Rulai sighed and looked toward Maitreya. "Future Buddha, I'll have to trouble you to make the trip..."

Maitreya cursed inwardly. *You damn fat rat, trying to set me up?