When the claw was about to touch Tang Sanzang's head, the monster saw a flower in front of him, and a force of gravity hit, and he was pressed to the ground.

The youkai was about to get up, but found a strong force cuffing his head.

When he looked closely, it turned out that he was pinched by Tang Sanzang with one hand.

"Amitabha, do you know why Lao Tzu didn't put a tight mantra on Sun Wukong?"

Tang Sanzang's face appeared with a smile as holy as a Buddha's son.

"There is such a thing as a tight mantra, where is the poor monk's hand so good?"

The youkai felt its own celestial spirit cover creak, and a heart-palpitating sound came from between the hard bones.

Before dying, it finally understood that there was no tightening spell in this world at all, and Tang Sanzang's vajra finger was pinched tightly, and there was also a tightening spell.

The red and white juice splashed half of Tang Sanzang's body, making him look like a demon from hell.

"Amitabha, donor, who else wants to go to the Western Heaven Elysium to listen to my Buddha's lectures?"

Demons, you look at me, I look at you, all of them have the idea of retreating.

I don't know who took a step back first, and the big and small monsters suddenly turned into birds and beasts and dispersed.

The huge platform was suddenly empty, and only Tang Sanzang was left.

"That's it? It's not powerful, it's wet! ”

Tang Sanzang lit a cigarette with a dissatisfied expression.

After smoking a cigarette, he grabbed the rope and climbed up.

There was only one bare well platform on the platform.

"It seems that this well is the destination of this trip." Tang Sanzang swallowed his saliva, "I hope there won't be a sadako or anything out of it." ”

He touched his staff and walked up cautiously.

The edge of the well is covered with moss, and the water is crystal clear.

At the bottom of the well was a vague figure of a man.

"Could this be the body of the old king?"

Tang Sanzang frowned slightly, since entering the dream realm, all the plot trends have been far from the original drama.

It stands to reason that this well should be carried out by Zhu Bajie to fish for corpses.

It's a pity that Zhu Bajie can't go.

Gotta do it yourself.

He patted his robe and whispered, "Change! ”

The robe flashed with gold, and the robe was transformed into a diving suit with an oxygen tank, a diving mask, and fins.

Tang Sanzang staggered and jumped into the well.

There is a hole in the sky under this well, and it is not as narrow as it sees, but as wide as the sea.

Before he could take a look at his surroundings, Tang Sanzang heard someone talking in his ear.

"But the Golden Cicada Holy Monk is here?"

A monster in a soap robe and a dragon head stood by in a humble tone.

Tang Sanzang bit the respirator in his mouth, and couldn't speak at all, so he had to nod.

"Holy monk don't need to panic, what you have in mind to say, Xiao Wang naturally knows."

Do you still have this supernatural power?

Tang Sanzang was a little unconvinced.

The old dragon smiled embarrassedly: "In Ao Jing, the Dragon King of Xianaijing, I have seen the holy monk." ”

After speaking, he bowed again.

it! Can you really hear it? The dragon king is exempt.

"Last night, the night wandering god issued an edict, saying that today the holy monk will personally come to take the body of the king of the black chicken country. I also hope that the holy monk will take pity on the people of the Black Rooster Country and subdue the harmful monster! ”

Well, old dragon king, don't worry. I'd like to start by asking you a few questions.

"Holy monk, please say, the old decay must know everything and say everything!"

Good! In the past three years that the monster has been in power, how has the national strength of the Black Chicken Country been?

The King of the Well Dragon thought for a moment, and then said, "This king lives deep at the bottom of the well, and he doesn't know much about things on the ground. But in the past three years, no more suicides have been thrown. The well water has also become clear and clean, and there is no dirt or dirt. ”

Do you mean that three years ago, people often committed suicide by throwing themselves into wells?

Tang Sanzang keenly distilled the key points in the words of the Well Dragon King.

The Well Dragon King nodded.

"When the old king was in power, he occasionally practiced harsh government so that the people were miserable, and there were often desperate people who committed suicide by throwing themselves into wells. It's just that this finch occupies the dove's nest......"

Okay, I got it.

Tang Sanzang waved his hand and stopped the Jing Dragon King from continuing to whitewash.

At least at this point, the copy is not much different from the original show.

In the original play, although the usurping king of the black chicken country was changed by the mount of Manjushri Bodhisattva who loves women's clothes, the blue-haired lion spirit, he worked hard to reverse the decline and run a small border country in the twilight with prosperity and national strength.

This is indeed an indisputable fact.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most "unprofessional" monster in the entire Journey to the West.

Coupled with the lively scene he saw when his master and apprentice entered the city, he really deserves the reputation of "smooth wind and rain, national peace and security".

The most important thing is that the four masters and apprentices ate so much in the restaurant, but they didn't even eat up the inventory in the back kitchen.

This is quite intriguing.

From the perspective of the descendants of Tang Sanzang, it is because in the past three years, the economy of Wuji has continued to develop, the level of national productivity has been significantly improved, the per capita income has increased significantly, and public utilities have also made great progress.

It can be seen that this green-haired lion spirit is really something!

The only problem is that humans and demons are not mutually exclusive.

It's no longer a moral issue of a good guy or a bad guy, it's a question of race.

A problem of "with you without me, with me without you", a never-ending living space.

The more Tang Sanzang thought about it, the bigger his head became, and he couldn't even solve it by smoking.

He simply waved his hand to the Well Dragon King: You can keep the corpse of this old king first and continue to keep it. Tomorrow I will come to you again in this world!

"Yes, congratulations to the Holy Monk!"

King Jing Dragon did not dare to go against Tang Sanzang's decision.

Countless bubbles swelled up, blurring Tang Sanzang's vision.

He opened his eyes and returned to the real world.

At this time, it was already dawn, and there were faint hustle and bustle of people downstairs, and all kinds of shouts were endless.

Tang Sanzang got up in his clothes and opened the window.

The bustling crowd downstairs had a satisfied smile on their faces.

The people have hope, life is confident, and the country has strength.

This green-haired lion spirit is indeed a good hand at governing the country!

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Xiao Er's voice came in.

"Guest, I brought you your breakfast."

"Come in!"

With Tang Sanzang's permission, Xiao Er pushed the door and walked in.

The tray is filled with a wide variety of breakfasts, such as soy milk, oil cakes, pickles, and steamed buns...... A feast for the eyes.

Tang Sanzang was indeed a little hungry, so he sat down and ate slowly.

Xiao Er had a smile on his face.

"Guest officer, please use it slowly, just call me if there is anything."

"Wait a minute," Tang Sanzang called out to the shopkeeper, "I have something I want to ask you." ”

"What do guest officers need? Despite the opening. ”

"How is the king of your black chicken country?"

"Mingjun!" Shopkeeper said without hesitation, "Although it was a little ridiculous before, I have woken up in the past three years and governed our country very well!" ”

"What's a good idea?"

Xiao Er touched his head, a little embarrassed.

"Guest, if you really want to ask me what's good, I can't answer that. It's just that in the past three years, there have been more and more guests who are willing to come to the restaurant to eat. And the dishes and drinks in our restaurant are much better than before! ”

Tang Sanzang got the answer he wanted, nodded, and took out a silver ingot from his arms.

"You're telling the truth...... This money is rewarding you. ”

"Thank you, guest!"

The shopkeeper took the silver with both hands and withdrew with interest.

Eating breakfast, Tang Sanzang's mind was a little complicated.

"Do you want to subdue this monster? Manjushri, this old boy, has given me a problem......"