The monks of Baolin Temple chanted sutras silently outside.
In the Zen room, everyone was enjoying wine and meat, and their mouths were full of oil.
They are both Buddhists, so the gap is not as big as usual.
After a while, everyone was in a hurry and the entire dining table was cleaned.
"Old abbot, come in and clear away the dishes."
Jin Chanzi shouted loudly.
The abbot did not dare to disobey, and quickly called several monks around him to go and deal with it.
Lin Xian led everyone out of the Zen room and went straight to a hidden corner of Baolin Temple.
In this area, there is a well.
The well is covered with a stone slab. If you look carefully, you can see a faint stream of light flashing on the stone slab.
"The real King of Silky Chicken is in this well, Wukong, it's up to you."
Lin Xian said.
"I, Old Sun, know." Sun Wukong chuckled and walked over.
If the stone slab covering the well was an ordinary stone slab, it would have been removed long ago.
However, weight-increasing runes were engraved on it, making the entire stone slab as heavy as a stone.
But this is just a drop in the bucket for Sun Wukong.
He just grabbed the stone slab and lifted it slightly, and the entire stone slab was lifted, revealing the entire well mouth.
"Then Dragon King Jing, come out to me, old grandson."
Sun Wukong shouted directly to the mouth of the well.
A powerful momentum entered the well, causing the Crystal Palace where the Well Dragon King was to shake.
With a splash, the Well Dragon King turned into a dragon and flew out from the mouth of the well.
Immediately, he transformed into a man with the head of a dragon.
"Who are you, who dare to disturb my peace?" The Jing Dragon King frowned and looked at everyone.
Sun Wukong directly stepped forward and pulled out the collar of Jing Long King, and greeted him with two big mouths.
"Well, you little dragon, even the Dragon King of the Four Seas will bow his head when he sees me. You are so blind that you don't even recognize me." Sun Wukong scolded.
"You. Are you Sun Wukong?" The Jing Dragon King immediately recognized it.
He had already discussed with Qiu Shou Xian to create disaster for the Buddhist scripture seekers.
King Jing Long naturally knew who were among the Buddhist scripture seekers, and he was even more inexplicably afraid of the thunderous Sun Wukong.
Nonsense, he is now Daluo Jinxian.
He is just a Jing Dragon King, even if he goes to Hailong Palace, his status is comparable to that of a guard. How can he be compared with Sun Dasheng?
"That's right, it's my grandson." Sun Wukong said.
Hearing this, Dragon King Jing suddenly looked horrified.
Ask yourself to speak arrogantly, and the two mouths just slapped you softly.
"What are you looking for Xiaolong for?" King Jinglong glanced at the crowd, and his heart immediately started beating.
Seeing this group of people, King Jing Long felt really uneasy.
"Stop talking nonsense, is the King of Silky Chicken here with you? Bring him out quickly." Sun Wukong got straight to the point.
King Long Jing: "..."
Jing Longwang: No, that doesn’t seem to be the way the plot goes.
According to the plot, he will control the soul of King Wuji to enter Tang Sanzang's dream at midnight tonight.
Then Tang Sanzang got Bai Yugui and promised to save the Wuji King.
How come they came to your door before you even took action?
King Jing Long was confused about this.
"What are you doing standing still? Believe it or not, I will punch your eyes out with one punch?" Sun Wukong clenched his fists.
King Jinglong was immediately frightened and shouted quickly: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!!"." Xiaolong will go and invite His Majesty the King."
With that said, he transformed into a dragon and plunged into the ancient well.
After a while, a drowned middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe slowly emerged from the water.
Immediately afterwards, the Well Dragon King dragged him out of the well.
Everyone looked over.
The middle-aged man in front of him is the real king of black chicken.
Sun Wukong also blinked. The black chicken king in the palace before was fake.
At this moment, the king closed his eyes tightly. Although he drowned many years ago, he seemed to have just fallen into the water. His complexion was still rosy, but he did not wake up for a long time.
Lin Xian knew that the king was only given birth to a physical body by Ding Yanzhu.
It's like taking a breath.
If the Dingyan Pearl is taken away, the king will die in a matter of seconds.
"Wukong, give him this resurrection pill." Lin Xian turned his hand, and a pill appeared in his palm.
When he was in Heaven, there were many treasures in Tianpeng Mansion.
Sun Wukong took the Resurrection Pill, crushed it into powder, fed it into the king's mouth, and then mobilized a trace of magic power to enter the king's body.
After a moment, the king slowly opened his eyes.
"You little bug, you actually cooperated with monsters to assassinate the mortal king. Do you know your guilt?" Seeing that the king woke up, Sun Wukong immediately looked at the King of Wells with a questioning look on his face.
The Jing Dragon King suddenly panicked and said: "Great Sage, please forgive me. I am not to blame for this matter. It was all arranged by Manjushri Bodhisattva. Xiaolong is just a small Jing Dragon King, so he has to obey."
Now that things have come to this, King Jing Long can only tell the truth.
"Hmph, if you hadn't been pregnant with his body all these years to atone for your sins, I would not have spared you."
Sun Wukong said a harsh word, but he didn't embarrass the Well Dragon King anymore.
Of course, this is what Lin Xian meant. After all, the culprit is Manjusri.
"Is this... alive?" The black chicken king quickly stood up, looked at himself, and then at the people around him.
Although he was unconscious before, he subconsciously heard everyone's conversation just now.
At this moment, facing a group of strange-looking "monsters", the king knew that he was his savior, so he was not afraid.
"I only remember that the national preceptor pushed me into this ancient well, turned into my appearance, and took over my country..." King Wuji murmured to himself. At this moment, it felt as if what happened before happened yesterday. , everything is so clear.
It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and then he knelt down to Lin Xian.
"Thank you so much, my benefactor, for saving me. Thank you very much."
The king's face was full of gratitude.
"Your Majesty, please get up." Lin Xian motioned to Sun Wukong to help him up.
beside.
King Jing Long looked confused.
The king just came back to life, so everything before was in vain.
So what to do next?
Forget it, let's just love it. It was the Bodhisattva who made a mistake in his plan, and it's not his fault anyway.
In the end, Jing Longwang could only adopt a high-minded attitude that the matter had nothing to do with him.
"Okay, have a good night's rest tonight and leave for the capital of Wuji Kingdom early tomorrow morning." Lin Xian ordered.
"My benefactor, I am the king of the black-bone country. I will take you with me tomorrow morning." King Wu-ji hurriedly ran over and said.
Lin Xian waved his hand, "That's fine, but His Majesty is weak and needs to be taken care of."
"It doesn't matter. I have been in the well for the past few years. Thanks to the help of the Dragon King, I did not die. You are all my benefactors."
Lin Xian glanced at King Jing Long, said nothing more, and went straight to the meditation room.
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, Baolin Temple was empty.
The master and disciples packed their luggage, took King Wu Ji with them, and left Baolin Temple.
The last one is Jin Chanzi.
Of course, when we walked out of Baolin Temple, a raging fire was already burning in the temple.
As for the monks in the temple, Jin Chanzi used a relocation technique in the early morning to move them to other places.
It is one thing to burn temples every time.
But those monks are all mortals, and Jin Chanzi will naturally not let them die in the sea of fire.
Somewhere in Wuji Country, this street is full of brothels.
However, early in the morning, the girl's frightened screams could be heard throughout the street.
Because when they woke up, they found a monk lying next to them. Even the abbot of Baolin Temple was sleeping soundly in the arms of a top monk.
This matter was naturally done by Jin Chanzi. He used the teleportation technique and all the monks in Baolin Temple were moved here.
And the attentive Jin Chanzi also made allocations for them.
One girl per person, no grabbing.
