In an instant, there was a flickering fire in my eyes, but there was no trace of weirdness in front of me.

"Did I think too much?"

Shaking my head slightly, I couldn't help but suppress the doubts in my heart, feeling for the strange priests who were about to turn back. I quickly walked to an older monk and smiled, saying:

"I come from the Eastern land, where a friend of mine became a monk and wandered away. It's been a long time since he returned. Seeing this scene now, I have doubts whether he stayed here. I wonder if anyone would be willing to help me understand?"

The old monk glanced at me, his sandy face revealing an inexplicable silence.

After a while, a slightly younger novice next to me whispered:

"Do you know when your friend arrived?"

"It was about one or two years ago."

Seeing someone responding, I brightened up and quickly approached the young novice and spoke.

However, after hearing my answer, a strange expression appeared on the young novice's face. He seemed to want to clasp his hands together, but then thought of something, and his body trembled slightly, lowering his hands and forcing a bitter smile:

"Master, if your friend came a year ago, we could search among us to see if he is still here, but if it was two years ago..."

"What about two years ago?"

Sensing his strange look, I felt that I was getting closer to the truth of this place and couldn't help but ask.

"Please follow me, Master."

Glancing at the overseer discreetly, the young novice spoke softly and then led me to a secluded place.

Before long, we stopped by a river pit.

The closer we got to this place, the stronger the stench of death I felt!

It seemed like my perception earlier was not a mirage!

Those monks did indeed carry the stench of death, but it was not the source of the stench!

I frowned slightly, speculating in my heart as I looked at the young novice.

The young novice sighed and said:

"This place is where we will be buried in the future. Several years ago, the king captured monks to serve as labor, and many people died here. Now all their bodies are buried in the river pit..."

I remained calm on the surface, but I couldn't help but be shocked in my heart!

In this mortal kingdom, they actually openly captured Buddhist people for forced labor and humiliation until death?

Are they kidding?

To reach this point, have all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas turned a blind eye?!

Feeling uneasy, I stepped forward quickly, with a flickering fire in my eyes, seeing through the illusions, and looked directly at the riverbed!

In that river pit, countless souls were entangled and unable to reincarnate. Former venerable monks were now turned into evil spirits of hell!

The piles of corpses were like mountains, teeming with maggots, emitting a foul stench!

"How dare they!"

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but roar in anger, neglecting for a moment the transformation on my body!

This scene... was truly absurd!

Now I consider myself half a practitioner of the Buddha's teachings, how can I bear such outrage!

And even if I am angry just by seeing it, not to mention someone like my master who sincerely worships the Buddha?

However, at this moment, the young novice suddenly knelt down with a "plop" and knocked his head towards me:

"Great Sage! Please save us!"

Not only him, when I turned my head, I saw a few sparse monks around me, their eyes showing a touch of madness, all starting to kowtow and cry for help:

"Great Sage, save us!"

"Why are you all doing this?"

Taking a deep breath, I furrowed my brows, using some magical power to help the people up.

Even though I had already decided not to let this matter go, the fervent actions of these people made me feel strange.

Moreover, how could these mortals... know the title of Sun Wukong?

I, Sun Wukong, have never bowed to anyone and do not want others to treat me so lightly.

"You don't know, Great Sage! A few days ago, we all dreamed of a god named Taibai! He said that in the near future, there will be a monk with a hairy face and thunderous mouth from the Great Tang Empire who will uphold justice for us..."

The old monk who had remained silent before now looked at me with increasingly eager eyes and hastily spoke.

Taibai? Taibai Venus?

Hearing the explanation from these people, I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

It seems that the Heavenly Court has long been paying attention to the affairs of this place. Are they trying to use Sun Wukong to restore order?

If I could do a favor, there would be no harm in it!

With this in mind, I reassured the monks and priests: