After five days of experiments (time acceleration 1:10), Chu Ci reopened his eyes, and the situation was very good!

Steady!

The puppet king of the Wuji country with more than 3,000 troops and the prince of the westward journey team that wants to eat Tang Seng is easy to see from the number of people, there are only five people on Tang Seng's side, and now they haven't moved at all, and they haven't opened the door to meet the enemy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The situation is not good, they are all blocked in Baoling Temple.

Oh, the milk doesn't die, how can this milk die?

Standing up the flag, Ma Lao Tzu is a professional commentator, okay? Why is this milk dead? Professional commentary looks at this situation, still can't you understand?

Don't look at the puppet king didn't rush to Baolin Temple, how can more than 3,000 people lose when they fight a group of 'old and weak women and children'? A straight wave of A-faces have won, how can they lose?

How can the black chicken lose by?!

Perhaps because he had just woken up and was not concentrating, Chu Ci found that there were thousands of mortal soldiers and horses outside the Baoling Temple, and his thoughts began to fly, and he couldn't pull it.

Knock knock!

"Please come in."

As soon as the door opened, Sha Wujing walked in: "Chu Ci Daoist, the master has something to ask you to come over." ”

"Huh?"

As soon as he entered Tang Seng's room, Chu Ci was startled by the bleak atmosphere inside.

it, although he didn't wake up and milk the pseudo-king of the black chicken country by the way, but he didn't expect it to be really poisoned milk.

Two monks, an old man and a young monk in Baoling Temple, knelt in front of a wet corpse and wept bitterly, and Tang Seng sat next to him and chanted scriptures...

Wait a minute? Chanting?!

Chu Ci opened the Truth Demon Eye, and was speechless to see the stand-in King Kong grabbing a soul and constantly stuffing it into the corpse.

But the corpse has been cold for three years, the dead air fills the whole body, there is no life, how can it be stuffed in, just for half a while, this soul is tossed and almost hanged.

Chu Ci coughed twice: "This... Are you looking for me? ”

"Oh, Lord Chu, it's like this..."Tang Seng stopped chanting, told what happened last night, and at the same time folded his hands and saluted Chu Ci: "Wukong has gone to heaven to ask Taishang Laojun for the Soul Restoration Pill, but before she left, she said that the situation is urgent, maybe I can ask you for help." At the time, she said, 'It's all bull's nose, and it can be used if you don't do it.' ’”

Chu Ci: Monk, can you not be so sincere? Is this using me as a spare tire?

"So you're looking for me to do the job?" Chu Ci touched his chin, full of unhappiness.

Tang Seng looked sincere: "As the saying goes, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and I also asked Master Chu Shi to make it convenient, and the poor monk was grateful." ”

Before Chu Ci could consider whether to help Tang Seng or not, he couldn't bear it anymore outside the door, and began to shout: "Listen to the people inside, you have been surrounded!" Give you a stick of incense, lay down your arms, come out and surrender! Otherwise, we're going to get in! ”

"A stick of incense." Chu Ci pinched his fingers and calculated, one day in the sky and one year in the ground, and the time for a stick of incense to be replaced by heaven was about - 10 seconds!

Sun Wukong didn't know what the hell was going on, and he hadn't come back yet.

"Let me do it." Chu Ci rolled up his sleeves and operated the knife himself, his hands were like a dance, and alchemy arrays appeared on his fingertips, quickly forming a human alchemy array, and putting the corpse in.

"Death is reborn, and the soul returns."

The alchemy array shone brightly, the dead qi in the corpse quickly transformed into living qi, life and death balanced, the cold and iron-green corpse gradually floated a faint blood color, Chu Ci stretched out his hand, and the weak soul that was about to dissipate on the side of the pestle was suddenly swept into the alchemy array and forcibly stuffed into the corpse.

However, unlike Tang Seng's rough method, Chu Ci directly resurrected the corpse with this hand.

The light dissipated, and the alchemy array imprinted on the ground was quickly destroyed, and the originally wet corpse became clean and refreshing, and its chest rose and fell slightly, and it was obvious that it had breath.

"Hmm~~" The 'corpse' suddenly moved.

The little white dragon was the first to discover: "Master, he's awake!" ”

The king of the black chicken country felt the long-lost physical sensation, and reluctantly turned up, looking extremely haggard.

Tang Seng's face was full of pity, it was so pitiful, he looked like he was about to die, he must have just returned to his soul so he was very weak!

Chu Ci rolled his eyes, it's all because you keep tossing his soul.

"When the time for a stick of incense is up, you have lost the opportunity and are ready to attack the temple!" There was a sound of troops and horses moving outside the door, and it seemed that they were about to attack.

Chu Ci said: "Let's go, go out and have a look!" "With the trump card of the real king in his hand, it's not just a wave of flat A to take it away!

Outside the door, the soldiers pushed the cart to face the temple gate, and when the car was pushed halfway, the temple gate burst open.

"The robber who broke into the Imperial Garden last night will get out of the palace immediately!" A young man rode on a horse and shouted at Tang Seng and the others: "Isn't it you, my father is the king of the royal army, and he is not obediently tied up!" ”

On the other side, the puppet king of the Wuji country sat on it, but he had other plans in his heart, the corpse in the well had been fished out, just in case, or go into battle in person.

Chu Ci leaned lazily against the wall and watched the show slowly: "I said, young man, don't be too arrogant, don't cry and look for your parents when you touch the steel plate for a while, oh yes, the parents behind you are still an impostor, and it's useless to look for him." ”

The puppet king's face was calm: "How can you dare to insult me like this, take them down for me!" ”

The soldier was about to step forward, when suddenly a voice came from behind Tang Seng: "Stop!" ”

"This voice..."The prince of Wuji Kingdom moved in his heart, and his eyes looked at Luan Jia next to him.

The real king slowly walked out with the support of two monks, one old and one young, standing in front of everyone, and told the story of many years ago: "Five years ago, there was a drought in the country of Wuji... Unexpectedly, in the end, it was the flood that I responded. ”

"It's... You really are the Father! The prince of the black chicken country was a little convinced.

"If it's true or not, you'll know if it's true!" Sun Wukong appeared out of nowhere, and the golden hoop stick smashed towards the puppet king.

The identity of the pseudo-king is not ordinary, so he naturally knows how powerful Sun Wukong is, so he doesn't dare to do anything with her, so he moves and dodges the golden hoop stick.

The golden hoop stick hit Luan Jia, and immediately beat Luan Jia into slag, the pseudo-king did not slow down, the golden hoop rod bottomed out, the speed skyrocketed, and suddenly hit the pseudo-king's body, blasted him away, smashed to the temple wall of Baolin Temple, the masonry was broken, the wall collapsed, and the pseudo-king was immediately buried.

"Bold assassin, dare..."The prince of the black chicken country was about to scold, when the ruins of masonry rolled down, and the pseudo-king got up from inside and shut up at once.

He is not an idiot, it's okay if the pseudo-king doesn't get up, come together, and immediately become suspicious, he knows his father, this monkey goes down, if it is really his own father, he would have been killed a long time ago, how could he stand up.

The puppet king also seemed to realize that he had made a mistake, and Sun Wukong pursued him again and fled directly towards Tang Seng.

Grabbed Zhu Bajie and turned around a few times, his body changed suddenly, and he became the same as Zhu Bajie!

Sun Wukong rushed over, and when he looked closely, he couldn't see the flaws.

Without saying a word, just knock it on with two sticks.

A Zhu Bajie covered his face: "It hurts, my senior sister is too good, she actually beat me!" ”

Another Zhu Bajie covered his face: "It's so cool, hit me twice, I still want it." ”

Everyone's eyes were immediately on the first 'Zhu Bajie'.

"Damn, what's going on?" 'Zhu Bajie' was startled, hurriedly dodged the golden hoop stick, and pulled the little white dragon to turn around a few times.

This time Sun Wukong made a difficulty.

Zhu Bajie: "Little White Dragon, do you remember your master's favorite state?" It's tight, it's warm, and the master has always liked it! ”

Belch!

The two little white dragons hesitated.

Fight! One of the little white dragons had a trace of ruthlessness on his face, and without saying a word, he turned into an airplane cup.

Zhu Bajie showed a planned smile: "Senior sister, hit it!" ”

The 'little white dragon' changed back, his face full of puzzlement: "Why?!" ”

The real little white dragon was silent for a moment, blushing and turning into a pair of shoes.

The 'Little White Dragon' was suddenly petrified.

"You guys are such!" The 'Little White Dragon' rushed towards Chu Ci, just about to take his hand.

"Are you overthinking?" Chu Ci easily dodged, flashed, appeared behind the 'little white dragon', and with one hand, the spiritual power rushed into his body, sealing his meridian immortal mansion heavily and throwing it to the ground.

"That's it!"

After some tossing, the prince of Wuji Kingdom hugged the real king and cried bitterly: "Father, I didn't expect you to suffer so much over the years, the child is not filial..."

"In short, it's best to kill this culprit!" Sun Wukong turned the golden hoop stick and smashed it on the head.

"Daxian, please wait!" The True King hurriedly shouted to stop.

"What? Want to get your hands dirty? Sun Wukong stopped the golden hoop stick and turned his head to look at the real king.

"Not really." The true king sighed, and after the great sorrow and joy, he suddenly felt a little lonely: "Although he did persecute me, it is an indisputable fact that he called for wind and rain to relieve the disaster, and I gave him this brother from the bottom of my heart, can I just let him go?" ”

Tang Seng's face was full of emotion, and he was really a Taoist monarch.

Chu Ci coughed and kindly reminded: "But the king, he pretended to be you for three years, in my opinion, your harem and queen..."

True King: "......" (To be continued.) )