After a while, the food was put on the table, and Jin Chanzi just came back.
"Have you heard about the inspiration king?" Lin Xian asked immediately.
Jin Chanzi took a sip of wine on his own, and then said: "Master, I visited most of the villages in Tongtian River, and the people said that a pair of boys and girls must be sacrificed to the King of Inspiration every year. , to bless you with good weather."
Lin Xian's pupils suddenly narrowed slightly.
It seems that the inspiration king is really eating children.
Without hesitation at the moment, Lin Xian's consciousness entered the system and chose to kill the Inspiration King.
"After you have eaten and drank enough, go directly to the Temple of the Inspiration King and kill the Inspiration King." Lin Xian ordered.
Everyone nodded.
However, Jin Chanzi quickly said: "Master, I have also heard that tomorrow is the annual sacrificial event. Why don't we just wait and see?"
Lin Xian's eyes flashed, "Okay, then just wait and see."
In my memory, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie turned into children, sitting on the altar table waiting for the monster to appear.
However, the inspiration king was also very powerful and was escaped at that time.
Lin Xian chuckled. No matter how powerful the inspiration king was, if he encountered him, he would never escape. After all, he now had many treasures.
Then everyone ate meat and drank wine without mentioning it.
But he said that the inspiration king was staying in the old white turtle's cave, with mixed feelings in his mind.
"Hey, when will the pilgrims come? It's been more than thirty years, and the Bodhisattva hasn't even said to come and see me." The King of Inspiration muttered to himself.
When I was bored, a figure flew down along the river bed.
The King of Inspiration was suddenly startled, stood up quickly, and bowed to the visitor.
"Bodhisattva, are you finally here?"
Extremely excited by inspiration.
Guanyin looked at the King of Inspiration with a solemn face, and asked with some palpitations: "Inspiration, have you done a lot of wrong things in these many years since I haven't appeared?"
The King of Inspiration was stunned for a moment and looked at Guanyin in confusion.
As soon as it came out, such a question was asked for no reason, and the inspiration king didn't know how to answer it for a moment.
"Tell me, have you done a lot of bad things?"
Guanyin repeated it again, with a somewhat stern tone.
"No, no." The Inspiration King blinked, not knowing why Guanyin asked himself this.
Guanyin looked suspicious, "Really not?"
King Inspiration immediately knelt down, kowtowed and said, "This disciple has indeed done nothing bad. I hope the Bodhisattva will see clearly."
Guanyin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s fine if you don’t.
Guanyin's expression became gentle, she helped the King of Inspiration up, and said with a smile: "In that case, in the past few days, you can just wait for the pilgrim to arrive."
The inspiration king suddenly felt happy.
After more than thirty years, are the pilgrims finally coming?
Can I finally return to the South China Sea?
Wait, why do I feel like something is wrong...
The King of Inspiration was suddenly stunned, and immediately looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva in great shock.
"Bodhisattva, you...your voice?"
Only then did the Inspiration King realize that Guanyin’s voice had changed.
He looked Guanyin up and down again and thought to himself: "That's not right. It has only been more than thirty years. Not only has the Bodhisattva's voice changed, but his figure has also changed."
Looking at the muscular and powerful Guanyin, the King of Inspiration had a complicated look on his face. He could not relate to the petite and graceful Guanyin in his memory.
He even suspected that the Guanyin in front of him was not a fake.
"You should concentrate on facing the pilgrims. You will gradually know other things later."
Guanyin also looked embarrassed.
After all, he was too embarrassed to speak directly about this wonderful thing of being reborn as a man.
After saying that, Guanyin kicked his feet, and flints flew everywhere, like white stripes in the waves, and flew out of the Tongtian River in an instant.
"I'm a good boy..."
The King of Inspiration squatted down and looked at the place where Guanyin's feet had stepped.
A small pit with a diameter of several feet appeared there, and it was also surrounded by traces of cracks.
The inspiration king looked confused.
No, Guanyin Bodhisattva was not like this before. This was too violent.
In the past, Guanyin stood on a lotus platform, gentle and lovely...
But when he thought about the imminent arrival of the pilgrims, the Inspiration King quickly became serious.
Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva came to him before and asked him to act according to the original plan. If the original plan failed, he would directly attack Jin Chanzi.
In a sense, as long as the golden cicada can be tied up once, the disaster will be completed.
The inspiration king secretly planned.
"I heard from the Bodhisattva that people who seek scriptures hate evil as much as enemies. Now the atmosphere in the villages around Tongtian River should be particularly gloomy. They should also have heard about me and are planning how to surrender me..."
"Tomorrow happens to be the annual sacrifice event. Will they ambush me?"
While thinking about it, the inspiration king fell asleep.
the next day.
As expected, the people around the Tongtian River gathered at the Tongtian River Temple and started sacrificial activities.
Although it was an event, everyone looked sad.
There were even two couples, each holding two children in their arms, crying and walking along the way.
Lin Xian asked other disciples not to show up, and he took Sun Wukong, Qiu Shou Xian, Jin Chanzi and others to the Tongtian River Temple secretly.
During this period, these people were not disturbed.
The sacrifices soon began.
The two couples took their children into the temple, placed them on the altar table, and then walked out empty-handed.
When the village chief saw that their crying was too noisy, he ordered people to pull them away.
“Lock the door and wait for the King of Inspiration to enjoy the offerings.”
The village chief immediately shouted, and then someone went over to lock the door.
Everyone was waiting outside the temple, waiting for the river god to come.
At this time, Lin Xian winked at the other disciples, and each of them turned into a stream of light and quietly got into it.
Entering the temple, Lin Xian raised his eyes and looked at the altar table.
On the offering table, besides some fruits, there was also a pair of boys and girls sitting.
Logically speaking, children who are hyperactive will cry when they encounter something they are afraid of.
But the children in front of me didn't cry or fuss, and were very quiet.
Lin Xian observed it with piercing eyes and found nothing unusual.
Usually in this case, it is either ignorance or fear in the heart that has reached its extreme.
"Jin Chan, take the two children away. Wukong and Qiu Shou will turn into children and attract the King of Inspiration. I and others will hide in secret and act accordingly."
Lin Xian gave an order.
Everyone nodded, and magic power surged in Jin Chanzi's hands, wrapping the two children and flying out.
Sun Wukong and Qiushou Xian transformed into the two children just now, jumped on the altar table, sat down cross-legged, and began to wait silently.
After a long time.
As expected, a breath approached, and then a figure flashed and appeared in front of the altar table.
It was a monster with a fish head and a body, like a koi, which looked quite festive.
The King of Inspiration appeared, and he looked around, very cautiously.
Immediately, the Inspiration King looked at the boys and girls on the altar table.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" The Inspiration King couldn't help but be stunned when he saw that their expressions were even calmer than his own.
"What are you afraid of?"
The boy transformed by Sun Wukong asked rhetorically.
