[Wu Chengen: This is obvious, because the live broadcast has been broadcast so far, it should just correspond to the thirty-seventh episode of "Journey to the West": The ghost king pays homage to Tang Sanzang at night, and Wukong deifies the baby. This Baohua Temple is the place where the ghost king pays homage to Tang Sanzang at night. The ghost king refers to the unjust ghost of the king of the black chicken country, and the third watch found Tang Seng in the middle of the night and asked him to help preside over justice and eliminate demons. The reason why the anchor is waiting here is probably to wait for the king's soul. 】

[I see!]

[Then why did the king become a ghost who died unjustly, ask for a detailed explanation!]

[Wu Chengen: I suggest you go back and flip through the book, I can't use a barrage to type the whole text here...... You only need to know that the king of the black chicken country was killed, and now the fake king is a blue-haired lion, but the mount of Manjushri, and that's enough. For the rest, just watch the live broadcast, maybe the plot arranged by the anchor is very different. 】

......

You told me that the king's unjust soul would come in the middle of the night, but now that the fifth watch has passed, and the sky is bright, what about the unjust soul who said it was good?]

[Wu Chengen: This ...... Well, didn't I just say it, maybe the anchor's arrangement is completely different from the original plot. 】

[Then why does he still live with Tang Seng?]

[Wu Chengen: Possibly...... It's because of love. 】

In the early morning of the next day, Cui Shi had a pair of panda eyes, indicating that he was very entangled.

Where is the king of the black chicken country?

Poor I'm ready to greet him and ask him for some details so that I can deal with the green-haired lion next.

Now it seems that I am self-defeating, the two live together, and the ghosts dare not come?

Okay, okay, then I have to give you a chance to meet Tang Seng alone.

"Bajie, you pretend to be sick today, just say that your stomach hurts, your head hurts, your chest hurts, everything is fine, in short, let's stay in Baolin Temple for another night today. ”

Cui Shi pondered that it was better to let the unjustly killed king appear and provide some information than to go straight to the black chicken country with his own eyes. But there was no reason not to go, so I had to let Zhu Bajie repeat his old tricks.

"Beauty again?!"

Zhu Bajie was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked, "Is it the Bodhisattva's change this time, or is it something else?"

"Get out!"

Cui Shi glared and scolded: "Be careful that Long Yuhe in the South China Sea hears it and pulls off your pig ears to mix cold vegetables!"

But after waiting for three days in a row, Cui Shi still didn't wait for the king of the black chicken country. Whether it is living with Tang Seng or letting him live by himself, everything is normal. Zhu Bajie's illness can't continue to pretend, and if he pretends again, he will become a terminal illness.

So three days later, Cui Shi had no choice but to set off again with the team.

Baoling Temple is only forty miles away from the country of Wuji, which is written in the original book.

Cui Shi couldn't wait for the king's soul to come to worship, thinking that there was already a deviation from the original plot here, and it seemed that he could only see the move and adapt to the situation.

A group of four people entered the territory of the black chicken country, only to see a big city, everywhere you look are bustling crowds, busy streets, all kinds of teahouses, wine shops, inns and pawnshops are readily available, there are many hawkers who set up stalls to sell, and you Fanglang who walks the streets and alleys are among the three religions and nine streams, looking at this weather, it is more lively and prosperous than the previous Baoxiang country.

Isn't it a place where youkai have usurped the throne?

Cui Shi walked on the wide and lively road, and such a thought came to his heart.

If the monster is the king and can adjust the wind and rain to the peace of the country and the people, then it seems that there is no problem?

Yo, they're all quite literate!

Cui Shi walked on the street and felt that this black chicken country actually had a strong cultural atmosphere. Not to mention anything else, just look at the couplets hanging outside the shops, it is a bit of a cultural town.

"Gather people from all over the world as distinguished guests, and make delicious dishes for birds and beasts from all over the world", this is naturally a restaurant.

"I am willing to cut the heavenly clouds into splendid clothes on earth", this is a tailor shop.

"Baita Street, yellow blacksmith, red furnace, burning black charcoal, green smoke, flashing blue light, quenching purple iron, sitting north and facing south to fight things. This is actually a blacksmith shop, and I don't know where it was copied, and it was not a whole couplet, but it was also hung in a conspicuous place at the door by him.

"Mo Dao can't be fooled, and turn dead money into living money", this pawnshop is a bit interesting, a little tsundere, and the meaning of love is inappropriate.

There is culture, it is rare to see such a cultured place more than 1,300 years ago!

Cui Shi sighed secretly, but he didn't know what the so-called Datang was like. It seems that the era of Tang Seng still belongs to the early Tang Dynasty, and the most awesome Li Bai Dufu has not been born yet. But I am a dignified Tang Dynasty, and I should always be more cultural than this black chicken country, right?

"Senior brother, let's ...... What's next?"

Seeing such a lively town, Zhu Bajie was hungry first. Driven by Cui Shi along the way, the name of "Eight Commandments" has long been in vain, and what flying in the sky and swimming in the water, running in the forest, and crawling in the soil, all of them were happy.

No, I just ate vegetarian food in Baolin Temple for three days, and this old pig couldn't stand it anymore, so he pointed to a restaurant with a lot of customers and begged: "I think it's good, let's try it?"

"Okay. ”

Cui Shinian pretended to be sick in Zhu Bajie and worked hard, nodded in agreement. I took a look at the name of the restaurant "Drunken Immortal Residence", which was relatively common in that era.

"What do you want, a few guest officers?"

The shopkeeper leaned forward diligently, although he saw Zhu Bajie and Monk Sha with terrifying faces, but his good professionalism made him dare not show it at all, and he still asked with a smile, but most of his eyes were on Cui Shi, who was the leader, and simply didn't look at the two monsters.

"Don't ask more, just bring up the specialty dishes, and don't want the wine. ”

Since Cui Shi searched for that scene in Guanyin Temple, it is estimated that even if he takes two or three trips to the west, the travel funds are enough, but whenever he passes through towns and the like, he never saves money, what is delicious to eat, and where to live comfortably.

"Okay!"

If you are willing to spend money, you are a distinguished customer, and when you hear this tone, the shopkeeper suddenly felt a little less afraid, and looked at Zhu Bajie's fat head and big ears and felt a lot cuter.

After a while, seven dishes and eight bowls were put up, which could be called good in color and fragrance, Cui Shi smiled:

"Come on, I've been suffocating in Baolin Temple these days, everyone, don't be polite, eat and drink well. ”

When ordering this goods, he never deliberately took care of Tang Seng's vegetarian taste, but fortunately, there were one or two vegetarian dishes at every meal, and Tang Seng couldn't manage it, so he could only pick up the chopsticks that he could eat, and helplessly watched the three foodies led by Zhu Bajie eat with a mouthful of juice, how can they look like a monk, not to mention that the food is all big fish and meat.