However, everyone knows that the things here are fake and have been designed in advance, but they dare not stop acting.
Tang Sanzang sat on the bed and rubbed his face vigorously.
The wronged soul of the Black Chicken King sat on the side of the bed and talked softly.
"Holy monk, I am not a ghost. I am the king of the Wuji capital thirty miles away."
"Five years ago, there was a severe drought in Wuji Country. People were displaced everywhere and not a blade of grass could grow."
"Both the civil and military classes have had their salaries suspended. I also followed the example of King Yu, sharing the sufferings of the people, fasting and eating vegetarian food, worshiping the Dragon King of the West Sea, reciting sutras and reciting the Buddha's name."
"Another two years have passed and it still hasn't rained. The water in the river has dried up."
"At that critical moment, a Taoist priest suddenly came to the city, who could call the wind and rain, and turn stones into gold."
"I asked him to go to the altar to perform the ritual, and I saw him lighting up the tokens and burning the runes, and it rained heavily all of a sudden."
"When I saw three feet of rain, I quickly said enough was enough, but he said it would not be moistened after a long drought, so it rained two more inches."
"When I saw that he was so righteous and concerned about the people's livelihood, I became a brother with him, whom I had known for eight times."
"But the good times didn't last long. One day he and I went to the back garden to admire the moon. I don't know what he threw into the octagonal glass well. The well was shining with golden light."
"He coaxed me to look at the well, took the opportunity to push me into the well, sealed the mouth of the well with a big stone, and planted a banana tree on it."
"Poor me, I can only be a water ghost. I can't get out of the well, and I can't find the temple to return to the underworld."
Um?
The two of them said before that the person who pushed him into the well was a person from Xitian.
Who exactly is unknown...
However, the play must go on. If you don't, you will be beaten!
Tang Sanzang stared at the sky with hatred and pointed at the nose of the Black Chicken King: "I'm reporting him, he is an actor!"
However, Tang Monk's face was swollen like a pig's head and he spoke in a hesitant manner that no one could understand.
The wronged soul of the Black Chicken King said again: "Holy Monk, if your face hurts, you don't need to speak. Just listen to me and it will be fine."
He had already memorized the lines that Manjushri Bodhisattva had given him in advance.
The key thing is the same thing, it really happened, regardless of whether it was a real Taoist priest or an actor.
"That Taoist priest's ability is indeed rare in the world. He is probably a Taoist immortal!"
"Since he hurt me, he has transformed in the garden and turned into me."
"Now they have taken over my kingdom, including my two civil and military squads, four hundred Shaoguan, the queen of the third palace, and the concubines of the sixth courtyard."
"It's not that I'm weak, it's just that the monster has great supernatural powers, the Dragon King of the Four Seas is his good friend, the city god has to visit him, and Yama of the Ten Palaces is his brother, where can I file a complaint?"
"Yesterday the fourth meritorious service arrived
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Now, I say that you have a disciple, the Monkey King, who caused great trouble in the Heavenly Palace back then, and can help me redress my grievances and catch the monster."
"I have trouble with the Night Travel God to send me here, so I just met the master!"
After saying this string of lines, the Silky King also breathed a sigh of relief.
He also wants to live, who doesn’t want to live well?
King Wu Ji stepped forward and whispered softly: "Holy Monk, I heard from the gossip that you and your three disciples are a bit perverted. There are six flower alleys in my city, and they are all girls with wavy hair and big eyes! If you can let me
Huanyang, let the girl play as she pleases, I’ll pay for it!”
oh?……
Tang Monk didn't remember anything else, but the words of King Wuji were the most useful ones.
However, Tang Seng lowered his head in despair.
His bird is gone and his eggs are lost!
Woohoo!
When the three great Bodhisattvas of Yuntou saw this scene, they couldn't help but lower their heads.
The black chicken king is not a son of man!
Asking the holy monk for help, using a girl to seduce the holy monk?
People say no!
I saw the wronged soul of the Wuji King taking out a jade tablet from his arms and handing it to Tang Sanzang.
"Holy monk, remember my agreement with you. I am not short of money. I can bring you a few girls to travel to the west together! This one is called white jade silicon, and the prince of the Wuji Kingdom knows it."
With that said, the Night Traveling God blew another gust of wind and took away the wronged soul of the Black Chicken King.
Everything went smoothly.
Tang Monk woke up and found a white jade silicon in his hand. His face was swollen like a pig's head. He quickly walked to the bed and pushed Sun Wukong awake.
At this time, he could not speak. He could only write and communicate with Sun Wukong, what the king had just said to him, and what happened when he was beaten by Manjushri Bodhisattva.
Sun Wukong doesn't want to meddle in other people's business. After carrying the villa for a whole day, who wants to look for someone in the middle of the night?
However, Manjushri Bodhisattva is too terrifying. He will beat him if he disagrees with him, and no one can bear it.
At night, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie dug the well in the back garden, rescued the bodies of the Well Dragon King and the Black-Ji King, and brought them into the villa.
Bai Long hugged his eight wives, sat on the oversized sofa, and looked at Jing Long King quietly.
The Well Dragon King has been closed for three years. Although the news is not available, Zhu Bajie has already introduced him.
King Jinglong also heard about Bailong's deeds five hundred years ago. When he heard that the third prince of Jade Dragon had become the ancestral dragon, he bowed his head and worshiped him.
"The octagonal glazed well of Wuji Kingdom, the well dragon king meets Emperor Taixu!"
"Pingshen!"
Bai Long waved his hand, and a gentle force lifted him up.
Although this Dragon King has the title of king, his clothes are in tatters and are full of patches.
The Wuji Kingdom was just a county in the Tang Dynasty, a very small country with only one river in the whole country.
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The Dragon King of this well is the river god of Yushui River. He was captured by Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva three years ago and arranged to travel to the west.
Bailong said softly: "It's been a hard time for you. You have been underground for three years without seeing the light of day. Looking south to the Qinghe River in Buzhou, you are missing a river god. You go ahead!"
ah?
The Jing Dragon King shuddered fiercely. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise?
The thirty-five villages along the Qinghe River were the wealthiest places in the Tang Dynasty besides Chang'an City. They were also the tourist areas rebuilt by Bailong and were well known to everyone in the world.
If he went there to become a river god, as long as he ensured that the thirty-five villages along the way were in good condition, how could the people still pay tribute to him?
King Jing Long knelt down and kowtowed his head again.
King Jinglong happily flew out of the villa, returned to Yushui River to find his family, lit up shrimps, soldiers and crabs and flew to the east.
Bailong took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea.
Emperor Taixu: Father, the god of the Wuji Kingdom’s water-controlling river Queque, please send one...
Ding dong!
Dragon King of the West Sea: (an OK gesture)
Bai Long put away his cell phone, looked at Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that there would be my fellow sufferer in that well. Thank you for rescuing him."
Hi!
Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie rubbed the backs of their heads and laughed loudly.
"Brother Long, you are out of touch when you say this. I owe you so many favors, even if I give you my life, it is not enough!"
"That's right, if I didn't have Brother Long, how could I get married to Cuilan? I'm probably still a stinky pig demon. What does this mean?"
The two briefly chatted for a few words, then left the villa carrying the body of the Silky King on their backs.
According to the plan, Sun Wukong entered the Nantian Gate, went straight to Tushita Palace, and asked Laojun for a Nine-turn Resurrection Pill, which saved King Wuji.
Early in the morning, the prince came to the temple to worship Buddha and offer incense.
Sun Wukong performed it correctly according to Zhunti's calculation.
The four masters and apprentices carried the villa and followed the prince to the palace.
Everything went smoothly, Qiu Shouxian also turned into Tang Seng and began to confuse the three disciples.
The journey to the west calamity plan, the twenty-sixth difficulty "The Savior of the Black Chicken Country", and the twenty-seventh difficulty "Encountering the Demonic Incarnation" were illuminated.
The three great Bodhisattvas nodded with satisfaction.
"ah!!!"
Suddenly, there was a scream.
The three great Bodhisattvas trembled all over...
He lowered his head suddenly and looked under the clouds. In an instant, tears filled his eyes again.