It's not that he doesn't know what mistakes he's made, it's just that being imprisoned for five hundred years is tantamount to a person of his temperament. Being unable to be free for five hundred years is more suffocating than having a weapon attached to one's body.
After a while, he raised his head to look at the Master and said in a low voice, "Master, can five hundred years be reduced slightly? For a child, it is too long."
Old Ancestor Bodhi shook his head slightly.
Sun Wukong's heart sank, his face changed slightly, and when he spoke again, he was a bit sad. "Do you really have the heart to watch me be pressed down the mountain for five hundred years?"
The ancestor did not answer, but only looked at Empress Houtu in the distance with a complicated expression.
He doesn't need to say much, because even if he explains it, Sun Wukong may not be able to understand it, and it will be even harder to accept it.
Yes, the West did use him to cause trouble in the Heavenly Palace, stir up troubles, use it to start calamities, recruit believers, and revitalize Dharma Gate in the West. But in the same way, they also gave him rewards: the title of Victorious Fighting Buddha, the cultivation of a quasi-sage, and the glory of being famous in the three realms, all are not false.
The West used him but never really destroyed him.
But what if he falls into the hands of Houtu today?
That is the ending of the soul.
After all, the disaster he caused in Heavenly Court has already affected the order of the underworld and angered the Lord of the Netherworld. If Empress Houtu takes action, he will never show mercy.
If Old Ancestor Bodhi does not show up, and does not mention the promise of suppressing Sun Wukong for five hundred years, Empress Houtu will definitely not give up easily.
But no one thought about it carefully. Even though they thought that the West would calm down the trouble by taking the initiative to impose punishment, they did not know that Empress Houtu had already understood everything.
She watched with cold eyes, from the birth of Spiritual Stone Monkey, to the naming and teaching of Bodhi to him, and now she personally proposed the words of suppression for five hundred years.
Her eyes were always as calm as water, without any disturbance.
In her opinion, this is just a trap set up by Old Ancestor Bodhi and the two Saint from the West.
A mere five hundred years? It's just a joke. For beings above Daluo Golden Immortal, a retreat can last for hundreds of thousands of years. Five hundred years is not even a nap.
It is not difficult for even Sun Wukong, who is in the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, to survive these years.
Empress Houtu raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a hint of coldness appearing, and looked directly at Old Ancestor Bodhi: "Do you think this disaster can be easily overcome with a few words?"
Before he finished speaking, Old Ancestor Bodhi's expression suddenly changed and he turned around to stare.
He was about to use his magic power to seal Sun Wukong under Five Finger Mountain, but Empress Houtu broke through with one word and pressed forward step by step.
Obviously, the five-hundred-year time limit does not satisfy her.
Old Ancestor Bodhi had already anticipated this.
But so what?
Five hundred years is the determined number deduced by Tianji. Five hundred years have passed in the human world. Only when Golden Cicada has completed his merits in the tenth life can the road to the west be opened.
At that time, Sun Wukong must regain his freedom.
This number cannot be changed or shaken.
Old Ancestor Bodhi's eyes were like daggers, he faced Empress Houtu and said slowly, "You are not one of Heavenly Court's, and now I have to take the punishment for you."
"I am willing to re-establish the realm of quasi-sage at the expense of my own cultivation regression, and then imprison Sun Wukong for five hundred years. Isn't this matter enough to calm down?"
Old Ancestor Bodhi As soon as he finished speaking, all the gods, gods and beings with great power felt their hearts tremble.
What kind of thoughts does this being have in his mind?
As Good Corpse transformed by Daoist Zhunti, his cultivation level has already reached Quasi-Sage Peak, and his power can shock the three realms.
Now, I am actually willing to use this supreme way as a bargaining chip in exchange for Spiritual Stone Monkey Sun Wukong a glimmer of hope.
In addition, Sun Wukong himself had to suffer the pain of five hundred years of imprisonment just to cut off the entanglement of cause and effect involved in this matter.
Such a decision is so touching. Even Western Paradise's Guanyin Bodhisattva can't help but stare at it with frowning eyes.
She never expected that Old Ancestor Bodhi would go so far in order to fulfill the Western layout.
Is this from the Saint secret order, or is it purely out of your own will?
Guanyin Bodhisattva was silent for a moment, and finally opened his lips and said, "Great Heavenly Venerate, what Old Ancestor Bodhi said is in line with the laws of nature, and this matter belongs to Heavenly Court's authority."
"Empress Houtu forgive me, you are in charge of Netherworld Underworld. If you interfere with Heavenly Court Laws, it will cause chaos."
After Jade Emperor heard this, his mind suddenly became clear. Only by protecting Sun Wukong can the established situation be smoothly advanced.
He took a deep breath, glanced over Spiritual Stone Monkey's thin figure, and then turned to Empress Houtu, who was standing quietly beside him.
Since she spoke before, the woman has said nothing, and her expression is as calm as ever. No one can predict her meaning, and they can only feel that the atmosphere is getting heavier.
Obviously, Jade Emperor has decided to respond with the same voice as Buddhism.
He spoke again, his voice steady but unquestionable. "Empress Pingxin, Guanyin, these words are not unfounded."
"Heavenly Court's internal affairs should not be interfered with by the underworld. I agree with Old Ancestor Bodhi's proposal to suppress Sun Wukong for five hundred years to avoid future troubles."
After finishing speaking, the light in Spiritual Stone Monkey's eyes dimmed slightly. He looked at Old Ancestor Bodhi, with complex emotions of unfamiliarity, suspicion, and guilt floating in his eyes, layered on top of each other, but covered with deeper admiration.
He was not unaware. What he had just heard was that Master was willing to sacrifice his own cultivation to protect his life, which was engraved in his heart and soul every word.
And the master of the underworld known as Empress Houtu is the key person who wants to enforce the law and punish him today.
At the moment, both Guanyin Bodhisattva and Jade Emperor have been moved, but Empress Houtu, standing on the edge of the shadow, remains motionless, like a snow-capped mountain in total silence, cold and distant.
Sun Wukong suddenly felt a biting chill coming from Empress Houtu, a kind of Killing Intent that was enough to freeze his soul. If Old Ancestor Bodhi hadn't been standing right next to him, he would have been suppressed to the ground and unable to move.
He slowly exhaled, his eyes fell on the master, and his tone was calm. "Master, the child is willing to accept the punishment."
Old Ancestor Bodhi nodded slightly, but before he could speak, a cold voice sounded in his ears, "That's it? Do you really think this matter can be easily revealed?"
"Don't forget, what kind of waves this Spiritual Stone Monkey caused in my underworld."
"Heavenly Court has his own Jade Emperor in charge of the three realms, so you don't have to worry about it. But there is one thing that you seem to be turning a blind eye to."
"I am the Lord of the Underworld, the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation. This monkey behaves wantonly. If I don't punish it, how will the majesty of the Underworld exist? How will all the sentient beings in the Nine Nether be convinced?"
Before he finished speaking, Empress Houtu suddenly took action, with his five fingers like mountains, directly on the top of Sun Wukong's head.
In an instant, the heaven and the earth seemed to be stagnant, and the power as thick as the pulsation of the earth poured down. Sun Wukong's knees softened, and he fell heavily to the ground, and his body was suppressed by the invisible force.
The Primordial Unity Golden Immortal seventh-level cultivation in his body was unable to arouse any resistance, like a mortal body collapsing in the face of the sky.
Old Ancestor Bodhi's eyes darkened, no longer hiding his aura, Quasi-Sage Peak's aura exploded, facing the oppressive might of the tunnel like a tide.
The two forces met in the void, and the air seemed to be torn apart. Although they were both pinnacle quasi-sages, the aura exuded by Empress Houtu was like carrying the weight of the eternal netherworld, unfathomable.
She was originally one of the Witch Clan Twelve Ancestral Witches, but now she holds the authentic authority, and the reincarnation is driven by her thoughts. Her strength has already exceeded the limit that ordinary quasi-sages can achieve.