Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 568 - 172: Emperor of the Perdition City?_1

Chapter 568: Chapter 172: Emperor of the Perdition City?_1

However, the constant reminder from Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha echoed in her ears, "Do not harm him."

Xunxiang had nothing but respect for Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha... She couldn’t harm the rabbit, and she really had no way of dealing with it. Looking at the hole in her leg, she was full of anger.

As Xunxiang pondered what to do, she saw Indra sneakily enjoying the chaos, and her eyes lit up!

Indra, who had been merely watching the excitement, realized he had gotten himself into trouble when he noticed the change in Xunxiang’s expression.

So, Indra turned and ran!

Xunxiang roared, "Stop right there, I’ll kill you!"

Then she took off after him with long strides...

Indra, meanwhile, ran while shouting, "Xunxiang, why are you chasing me? It’s not like I pulled down your pants!"

"You dare to say that?" Xunxiang waved her hand, and a giant golden chrysanthemum flew out, blooming in mid-air. Petals shot towards Indra like a torrential rain.

Indra shook his cloak, and the Mandala flowers on it flew out, transforming into a bell-shaped protection around him, shielding him from the petal attack.

The two began another farcical chase, but this time Xunxiang was truly ruthless, throwing all kinds of magic and secret techniques. The air was filled with blossoms, and countless petals flew wildly, leaving Indra in a very sorry state. Several times, Indra wanted to fight back, but...

"As long as she takes the rabbit away, let her hit me a few times." The cheery voice of the Nether River Patriarch reached him, and Indra had no choice but to accept it...

The Asuras in the Nether River were once again dumbfounded. Just a moment ago, they saw Indra powerfully chasing Xunxiang; in the blink of an eye, she was beating him up as if she had injected chicken blood.

They looked at each other, ready to intervene, but then they heard the Nether River Patriarch’s voice, ordering them not to interfere.

So, everyone just stretched their necks to watch the excitement...

Xunxiang, after raging for a while, also realized she couldn’t do anything to Indra, and seeing that he was letting her win, her anger subsided. She snorted coldly and turned to leave.

But Xunxiang did not return to Buddha Mountain; instead, she wandered aimlessly in the Nether River with the rabbit, muttering, "Rabbit, can you let go now?"

"No!" Qin Shou decisively refused.

Xunxiang asked, "Tell me, what will make you let go?"

Qin Shou smacked his lips and said, "Don’t know, I just won’t let go. Besides, it’s quite comfortable here..."

After that, Qin Shou cheekily rubbed against Xunxiang’s thigh.

Xunxiang’s face darkened instantly as he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but in the end, he was helpless against the rabbit. With a crying tone in his heart, he exclaimed, "Bodhisattva? I can’t shake off this rabbit!"

Regrettably, Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha didn’t respond.

At this moment, at the peak of Buddha Mountain, inside the abode of Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha.

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha and the Nether River Patriarch sat facing each other, no longer playing chess, just staring each other down as if they were trying to outstare one another to death.

After a long time, Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha said, "If you bring him here, I will leave Buddha Mountain immediately with the arhats and also give that rabbit a drop of blood. You should understand that even if the rabbit doesn’t turn Heaven upside down, without me, you will be completely exposed to everyone’s view. They will have to pay attention to you again, and then your peaceful days will be over."

The Nether River Patriarch remained unmoved and said lazily, "Well, you can just leave. I am reforming right now. In the future, I will have those Asuras read more poetry and literature, so they don’t just fight all the time for no reason."

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, startled, said, "Are you mad? Asuras are naturally belligerent, how can you expect them to repress that?"

The Nether River Patriarch said helplessly, "What can I do? Before, they could fight and die at will, and if they died, they could be reborn through their own cycle of reincarnation. But not anymore, I’ve returned the cycle to its owner. There will be no reincarnation in the Nether River from now on; if they die, they have to go to the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Who knows what they’ll be reborn as... The more they die, the fewer there are, so of course, I have to get them to calm down."

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, astonished, asked, "She has returned?"

The Nether River Patriarch nodded, "Yeah, she’s back. So, from now on, the underworld is no longer just for us two; there are others above us. My Asuras will study and write quietly at home, and if someone wants to fight me, they’ll have to ask her permission. Who do you think has the guts? Even the Jade Emperor wouldn’t dare cause trouble without justification, right?"

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha nodded, "Indeed..."

The Nether River Patriarch let out a sly laugh and said, "On the other hand, you, staying here, can enjoy a carefree life, away from worldly strife. Once you return to Buddha Mountain, can you really detach yourself from the entanglements of the dusty world? When you’re burdened with karma, what ’Buddhism’ would you be cultivating?"

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha was silent, twirling his prayer beads in his hand.

The Nether River Patriarch sighed and said, "I heard that the Teleportation Array of the Yama Kings of Ten Halls was destroyed. Someone framed me, claiming it was my doing. Damn it, if I wanted to destroy the Netherworld, I would have just taken up arms and gone straight for it! Why would I stoop to such petty tactics as blowing up a meaningless Teleportation Array?" Changing his tone, he continued, "I have a vague feeling that someone wants to stir up trouble in Hell. Now, with the Heavenly Court’s gate closed and the Earthly Immortal Realm as chaotic as a dog’s kennel, only Hell remains quiet. But clearly, someone else doesn’t want us to have peace... If you leave, I won’t bother with anything outside the Nether River. If things get chaotic, it’s your and the Emperor of the Perdition City’s pot to carry!"

Having said that, the Nether River Patriarch stood up and said, "That rabbit has already stayed in my Nether River for some days..."

Just then, a figure appeared at the doorway, a man with a high crown and a long robe, a dignified face, and eyes as sharp as lightning. After entering the room, he spoke seriously, "That rabbit has also stayed in my Netherworld for many days. By that account, it should be Buddha Mountain’s turn by now, right? I’ve already arranged for his friends to be sent to Buddha Mountain. Ksitigarbha, we’re all grasshoppers on the same rope— if we can’t carry the pot together, we might as well take turns scraping the soot from the bottom, right?"

Upon seeing this person, both the Nether River Patriarch and Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha stood up and laughed, "You old man, put on airs outside if you must, but here, who doesn’t know what kind of person you are? Why the stern face?"

Upon hearing this, all the sternness from the newcomer vanished as he let out a hee-hee and said, "Passing the black pot must be done with dignity and solemnity. Otherwise, if it’s not done properly, how can the other party accept it, right?"

After speaking, he winked at Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha.

Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha replied with a wry smile, "Even you, the great Emperor of the Perdition City, are so shamelessly thick-skinned— there’s no hope for the Netherworld!"