Black Myth! Wukong kills gods and Buddhas!

Wukong, with his eyes glaring, holding the Ruyi Jingu Bang, broke through the clouds and headed straight for the Netherworld. Inside the Netherworld, the wind was howling, ghosts were everywhere, and the Ten Kings of Hell were waiting in formation, their faces solemn.

Wukong shouted, "I am the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong. Today I want to find my master's soul. You must let me go immediately!" After that, he swung the golden cudgel, the wind whistled, and the underworld shook.

King Qin Guang of the First Hall, holding the Book of Life and Death, walked out slowly and said, "Great Sage, why do you dare to trespass into the underworld? Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are in the hands of God, how can you act lightly?" Wukong sneered, "Fate? My life is in my own hands, not in the hands of God! Hand over Master's soul quickly to save your hall from disaster!" King Qin Guang shook his head and waved his hand, and the ghost soldiers and generals swarmed out and fought with Wukong.

Wukong's body was as fast as lightning, and his golden hoop was waving, and the ghost soldiers and generals fell one after another. Seeing this, King Qin Guang was horrified and shouted: "Where are the Yamas? Come and help me!" Before he finished speaking, King Chujiang of the second hall arrived, holding the Nether Sword, the sword light was like frost, and he went straight for Wukong. Wukong snorted coldly, swept the golden hoop across, shattered the sword light, and King Chujiang retreated several steps.

"You dare to challenge me with a mere Netherworld Sword?" Wukong laughed loudly, leaped up, and rushed straight to King Chujiang. The two fought hard, the golden hoop and the Netherworld Sword complemented each other, and in the underworld, the wind became stronger, and ghosts cried and wolves howled.

At this time, the eight Yamas from the third hall, Song Emperor, the fourth hall, Wuguan King, the fifth hall, Yanluo King, the sixth hall, Biancheng King, the seventh hall, Taishan King, the eighth hall, Dushi King, the ninth hall, Pingdeng King, and the tenth hall, Zhuanlun King, all arrived, each holding a magic weapon, and surrounded Wukong. Wukong looked around and said with a smile: "Great Yamas from the Ten Halls, today I will let you see how powerful I am!"

After saying this, Wukong's body suddenly grew in size, turning into a giant ape a thousand feet tall, and his golden hoop also grew in size, like a mountain. With one swing of the stick, the earth shook. The ten kings of hell offered up their magic weapons one after another, and golden light, black air, flames, ice, and all kinds of energy intertwined together, colliding with Wukong's giant stick, making a deafening roar.

The battle lasted for a long time. The underworld was covered with dark clouds and ghosts were crying and howling. Although Wukong was brave, the ten kings of hell were not easy to deal with. Wukong knew that a long battle would not be beneficial, so he used his magical powers, retreated violently, and turned into a golden light, rushing into the sky.

Upon seeing this, the Ten Kings of Hell were about to chase after him, but they saw Wukong stop in the air, turned around and said with a smile: "You all wait here. I, Sun Wukong, will go and ask for reinforcements, and then come back to fight you!" After that, there was a flash of golden light, and Wukong disappeared without a trace.

The ten Yama Kings looked at each other, not knowing whether what Wukong said was true or not. However, Wukong's power had already made them afraid. While they were hesitating, they suddenly saw a golden light from the depths of the underworld, breaking through the air and reaching the underworld. In the golden light, a Taoist appeared, holding a whisk and smiling. It was Taishang Laojun.

The Lord said, "Wukong came here only to find a master, not to be an enemy of you. I hope you will consider the law of reincarnation and let his master's soul go." Upon hearing this, the Ten Kings of Hell bowed their heads and said nothing. Upon seeing this, the Lord sighed softly, waved his whisk, and a golden light sank into the Book of Life and Death.

After the golden light, a line of words slowly disappeared from the Book of Life and Death. The Ten Kings of Hell were all surprised when they saw this. Laojun smiled and said, "Master Wukong's soul has returned to reincarnation. You can rest assured." After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave.

Wukong suddenly appeared, knelt on the ground, and thanked Laojun. Laojun helped Wukong up and said with a smile: "Wukong, although you are brave, you should not have the thought of killing. The law of nature has its own destiny. I hope you will think more about your actions in the future." Wukong nodded in gratitude.

Seeing this, the ten Yama Kings also stepped forward and apologized to Wukong. Wukong smiled and said, "Today's incident was caused by my impatience. I hope you won't blame me." After saying this, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, a Buddha light flashed in the depths of the netherworld, reaching the underworld. In the Buddha light, a Buddha appeared with a smile on his face. It was the Tathagata Buddha. The Buddha said, "Wukong, although you have obtained supernatural powers, you still need to hone your practice. I hope you can keep good thoughts and benefit the people in the future." Upon hearing this, Wukong bowed and thanked him.

The Buddha added: "The Ten Yama Kings must also abide by the Way of Heaven and not act recklessly. I hope you can take this as a warning and work together to protect the peace of the underworld." The Ten Yama Kings all nodded in agreement.

After the Buddha finished speaking, the Buddha's light dissipated, and the Tathagata Buddha had returned to the West. Wukong and the Ten Kings of Hell were all awed and retreated. The underworld returned to peace, as if nothing had happened.

However, Wukong has already planted the seeds of goodness in his heart. He knows that the road of cultivation is long and difficult, but as long as he has goodness to accompany him, he can move forward bravely and fearlessly.

With deep thoughts for his master and a deeper understanding of cultivation, Wukong left the netherworld and returned to the human world. He knew that the real battle was not only against external enemies, but also about inner cultivation and growth.

The world is still prosperous, but Wukong's state of mind is very different. He travels between mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, sometimes transforming into an ordinary citizen to experience the sufferings of the world; sometimes revealing his true form to punish evil and promote good, and protect the innocent. Every time he takes action, he is more cautious and more thoughtful, striving to bring positive impacts to every action.

By chance, Wukong met Guanyin Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva smiled and said to him: "Wukong, you have made great progress in your practice. But remember, the path of practice is endless. You must always remain humble and respectful, so that you can see the truth of the world."

Wukong bowed in thanks and thought to himself. He realized that although he had acquired supernatural powers, he still had a lot of room for improvement in wisdom and compassion. So he practiced harder, not only honing his martial arts, but also studying Buddhism, striving to cultivate both inside and outside and become a true wise man.

As time went by, Wukong's reputation spread among the people. He was not only a brave warrior, but also a compassionate mentor. Countless lives found peace under his protection, and countless hearts were awakened under his teachings.

However, Wukong did not become complacent. He knew that the truly strong were those who could transcend themselves and care about the world. So he continued to move forward, constantly exploring on the path of cultivation, and constantly pursuing a higher realm.

Finally one day, Wukong stood on the top of Lingshan Mountain, looking at the vast universe in front of him, with endless emotion in his heart. He knew that he had walked a long road of cultivation, but there was still a wider world waiting for him to conquer.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he had merged with the world. At this moment, he felt an unprecedented peace and strength. He understood that this strength came not only from his magical powers and martial arts, but also from the kindness and compassion in his heart.

So, he embarked on a new journey with a smile. He knew that no matter how many challenges and difficulties he would encounter in the future, as long as he kept his original intention and firm belief, nothing could stop him from moving forward.

And his name - Sun Wukong, will be forever engraved in the long river of history and become a story passed down by future generations.