Chapter 141 The dragon returns to his hometown

Wukong suddenly asked, "Bajie, how much does your luggage weigh?"

Bajie replied, "Brother, I carried this luggage all the way. Although it is getting more and more fragmented every day, it doesn't feel heavy now."

Wukong said, "Then you divide your luggage into two loads. One load is still here, and the other load is handed over to the king. I will enter the Wuji Kingdom in a while."

Doing business in the capital."

When Bajie heard this, he thought to himself that the relationship is great!

Originally, he thought that carrying such a corpse for dozens of miles would be very tiring for him, but he was unwilling to do so.

But who would have expected that after the king came back to life, he would actually help carry his burden.

Bajie was so happy that he was dancing with joy.

He ordered the construction of Baolin Temple from here and asked the monk for a new carrying pole.

He divided the luggage into half.

He also deliberately carried the burden and carried the light one on his back, while the heavy one was given to the king.

This fake black chicken king snorted and said, "What do you say, kid?"

"It's too late to regret it!"

It turns out that the prince also had bad intentions.

Wukong gave it a little bit of a pass, and I said, "It's a Taoist Taoist who was newly acquired to carry burdens when we were constructing the eastern land in the future."

"Before I came back to life, I voluntarily converted and became a Taoist priest, and went to the West with you and others."

Wukong said on the other side, "Although that Xingtong is old and his ears are not bad, he is still an outsider."

Sha Monk, on the other hand, dismounted in order to serve Wen Dao, while Wukong, on the other hand, stayed in front of the temple.

Wukong said on the other side, "Exactly! Exactly! Please retreat to the city to do business!"

I jumped forward and returned to my Highness Jinluan. I stood behind the dragon bed and asked, "When did he and the other monks leave Dongtu? Why did they seek scriptures?"

"I care about the following eight disciples, but the first one is in your Wuji country and is under my jurisdiction."

Zhu Sijie was so angry that he let the monster go while I was yelling outside.

"This king is a fake Taoist, but that Taoist is a real king."

Wukong said on the other side, "You monks don't need to send you far away. If the fake king here in the capital doesn't notice and leaks your story, it will be beautiful. Go back slowly! Go back slowly!"

I ordered the Yellow Gate to retreat from the palace and start the memorial.

Wukong, in front of others, also gave Si Jie some face, and I said, "Brother, don't talk nonsense, lead the way inside as soon as possible."

Wukong said proudly, "Your master is the son of Emperor Tang. Because of the unjust death of the Dragon King of Jinghe River, he followed his father in his dream and entered the underworld."

But the Wuji King was quite angry when he saw Wukong's arrogance. I said, "So what if he is Baolin Temple! Your court is paying tribute to him and communicating with other countries."

"Is your Wuji country just like his Little Tang country?"

Ever since I got used to being the king, I have long been accustomed to the feeling of being supreme and inferior to that person. Now that Wukong is so respected, I must regain my dignity.

When Wukong saw that the recognition went smoothly, he said to Sha Monk and Sijie, "Protect the bad master, the prince, the civil and military officials, and the concubines, so I, Sun, will go and capture this monster!"<

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"You see, my father first asked us about our origins, and then he asked me for help!"

In front of us, the seven hundred monks who ordered the construction of the Eastern Land were dressed neatly.

Wen Du and others retreated into the palace of the Wuji Kingdom.

"I arrived at your precious land today. I'm so brave that I came here to change and clear Qian Ling."

"This Li Shimin calls himself the emperor and the Khan of Heaven. I'm afraid I don't have the heart to rule the heavens."

"After these seven years, this place suffered disasters, it rained, and the people did well. Even the king here fasted together with the common people."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fake King Jinluan asked, "Where did his monk come from?"

"My father, the emperor, gave me the gift of Li Fu who passed the customs. I left Dongtu in April of the 18th year of Zhenguan in the Xiaotang Dynasty. When I arrived at Liangjie Mountain, I accepted you as my young apprentice."

When the monks heard this, they happily put away our musical instruments and returned to the Eastern Land.

I quietly wiped the tears from my face with my linen sleeve, and I never looked this miserable again.

Sijie was still angry, but when I heard what he said, I was happy and said, "In this case, I only need to choose a seventy-year-old job, and I am just a day laborer."

None of us said, "How could that monk be so stupid? Why did he bow to your king or say blessings when he saw you? He even sang the word 'Hey'. He was so cowardly and so polite!"

The group of people arrived at the entrance of the palace.

The false king said, "Speak quickly to avoid guilt!"

Wukong recited a spell and released the immobilization technique. At this time, the two groups of civil and military personnel also knew that the Taoist monk was the real emperor. They gathered around him and said something to you.

"It's just that no matter how much we burn incense, bathe, and talk to God, there are still clouds and clear sky and white sun."

Unexpectedly, the king of the Wuji Kingdom fell in front of Sijie and walked with him. As he walked, the tears flowed out consciously. I also thought to myself, "Poor! Poor! Your iron-clad country is like this."

Taken away!"

"What's my name?"

"Before I was resurrected, I saw that all the ghosts in this area were suffering, so I wanted to save all sentient beings."

Wukong said on the other side, "Master, go and call the door!"

"The child has always known that my father has a strong and powerful temperament. If the monk is captured and beheaded, I am afraid that when I, Xiaotang of Ribaolin Temple, get the news, I will be very angry."

"Since ancient times, there has been a common saying, 'The emperor of the lower state is the king and the father, and the king of the upper state is the minister and the son.'"

Although Wukong has never been to the Little Tang Kingdom, after I was trapped on the Qixing Mountain in the two realms, there is still no such thing as the Little Tang Kingdom.

A group of people entered through the city gate. The sergeant guarding the gate made a cursory inspection and let us retreat.

"You haven't asked him to come and greet you, how dare you ask why you are greeting him?"

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Following my order, the civil and military officials were eager to try.

The Wuji Kingdom is located on an important road, and there are a lot of monks coming and going, so we were not surprised to see Na Wen and his party.

The king was still a little uneasy, so Wukong said, "Your Majesty, I see you are dressed up like this, carrying a load, and following me for a walk, but am I treating you badly?"

I will play fine music and send those lowly people out of the temple.

"You've been waiting for success. After catching this monster, he still made his past, and you still went to get the scripture you were waiting for."

This fake king of black chicken heard the prince’s reason and felt that it made sense.

Wukong Naban walked at the end, leading Wen Du to stand behind the white jade steps.

The fake king just stood there in a daze.

Wen Di said from the horse's side, "You go to see the king who is sitting down first, and then go up and pass Li Fu. Let's talk about the previous things first, don't delay the business."

"The bad thing is that when my old grandson came there, the king didn't have any fate and merit, so he came back to life."

"As for the first one..."

"And I, an old pig, have to go to the West to work as a long-term worker!"

Wukong poked me and said, "Your Majesty, please don't be sad. If the news is leaked, everything will be over. Now that you have retreated into the palace and swept away the demons, how can the country be returned?" Give it to him?"

The civil and military officials in the hall were all angry when they saw that situation.

This is because Wukong is only over 1.7 meters tall and has a short body, and he looks thin and strong.

Wukong also caught up with Qian Ling and others.

I thought it was too bad to be unarmed, so I snatched a sword from General Zhendian’s waist.

This civil servant felt that he could beat the monk who said something mean with one hand.

After eight years, I saw my two civil and military groups again, full of court officials, all of them mighty and majestic.

After Wukong walked down, I whispered to the monster, "Your Majesty! If the old man is not deaf, you can answer it for me!"

The real king of Wuji Kingdom was so frightened that Iori had his master, and his body felt like chaff being sifted. I asked tremblingly, "Master! Master! How should you say this?"

My eyes passed over the documents, Wukong, Wuneng, and Wuking, and landed first on the Taoist Xingtong.

I came to the Golden Palace.

I'm afraid that the fake King of Wuji Kingdom, if he could kill his father back then, would definitely be able to kill Tang Monk Wenwu now.

Wukong said on the other side, "Bad! Bad! Bad! Just what I want!"

I'm afraid that the fake black chicken king will shrink away. Since then, the king took the initiative, even if he killed the king first and found out that he hit the wrong person, at least it was not an over-defense.

Wen Li asked, "Wukong, could that be the capital of the Wuji Kingdom?"

Wukong said, "You don't need to go to the West, but there are some reasons. You only need to carry forty miles."
To be continued...