After five days of experiment (1:1o time), Chu Ci opened his eyes again, and the situation was very good!

Stay stable!

The pseudo king of Wuji Kingdom, with more than 3,000 troops, led the prince to this Journey to the West, which wanted to eat Tang Monk. It was easy to see the number of people. Tang Monk had only five people, and he didn't move at all now and did not open the door to meet the enemy. ★

The situation was not good, and they were all blocked in Baolin Temple.

Oh, my milk doesn't die, how can I die?

Ranli 1ag, is it okay for me to be a professional explanation? Why are you so tired of this? Professional explanation still can't understand this situation?

Don’t look at the pseudo-king king who didn’t rush to Baolin Temple, how could he lose if more than 3,000 people beat a group of “old, weak, women and children”? He won in one wave of a face, how could he lose?

How can I lose if the black chicken rides a face?!

Perhaps because he had just woken up and was not focused, Chu Ci showed that there were thousands of ordinary soldiers and horses around Baolin Temple, and his thoughts began to fly up and could not even be pulled.

Dongdong!

"Please come in."

As soon as the door opened, Sha Wujing walked in: "Master Chu Ci, Master Chu Ci, please come over if you have something to do."

"ha?"

As soon as he entered Tang Monk's wing, Chu Ci was shocked by the bleak atmosphere inside.

It's so fucking. Although he sucked the pseudo king of Wuji Kingdom when he was not awake, he didn't expect that he would be really poisonous.

Two monks, an old and a young man in Baolin Temple, knelt in front of a corpse and cried bitterly, and Tang Monk sat beside him chanting scriptures

Wait?Recite the scriptures?!

Chu Ci opened the demonic eyes of truth and silently saw the substitute Vajra grabbing a soul and keep stuffing it into the corpse.

But the body had been cold for three years, and the dead energy filled the whole body and had no vitality. How could it be stuffed into it? In just a while, this soul was almost dying.

Chu Ci coughed twice: "You guys have something to do with me?"

"Oh, donor Chu, that's it." Tang Monk stopped chanting and told him what he had been born last night. At the same time, he folded his hands together and bowed to Chu Ci: "Wukong has already gone to heaven to find the Grand Lord of the Shang to seek the Resurrection Pill, but before she left, she said that the situation was urgent, and she might ask you for help. She said so at that time, 'It's all bull's nose, and maybe it can be used even if it's done well.'"

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

"So you guys are asking me to serve?" Chu Ci touched his chin, feeling very upset.

Tang Monk looked sincere: "As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddhist Tu. I also asked the donor Chu to do some convenience. I am very grateful."

Before Chu Ci thought about whether to help Tang Seng, the outside of the door could no longer bear it and began to shout: "Listen to the people inside, you are surrounded! Give you an incense stick of time, put down your weapons, and come out to surrender! Otherwise we will attack!"

"A stick of incense." Chu Ci calculated with his fingers. One day in the sky and one year in the ground, and it took about 10 seconds to change one stick of incense to the heaven!

Sun Wukong didn't know what he was doing, but he hadn't come back yet.

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

"Reincarnate after death, the soul returns."

The alchemy array shone brightly, and the dead energy in the corpse quickly transformed into living energy. Life and death were balanced, and the cold and blue corpse gradually rose to a faint blood color. Chu Ci stretched out his hand and stood aside, the weak and almost dissipated soul was immediately swept into the alchemy array and forced into the corpse.

However, unlike Tang Seng's rough technique, Chu Ci's move directly resurrected the corpse.

The light dissipated, and the alchemy array pattern imprinted on the ground quickly destroyed. The originally wet corpse became clean and refreshing, and the chest was slightly undulating, and there was a clear breath.

"Well" suddenly there was movement in the 'corpse'.

The little white dragon was the first to appear: "Master, he is awake!"

The king of Wuji Kingdom felt the long-lost physical perception and barely got up, looking extremely haggard.

Tang Monk looked full of pity, so pitiful. Look at him who was about to die. He must have just resurrected his soul so he was very weak!

Chu Ci rolled his eyes, it was because you kept tossing his soul.

"A stick of incense has come, you have lost the opportunity and are ready to attack the temple!" There was a sound of soldiers and horses mobilizing outside the gate, as if they were about to attack.

Chu Ci said: "Go, go out and have a look!" He held the ace of the True King in his hand, and he took it away in one go!

The soldiers outside the door pushed the cart directly opposite the temple gate. When the car was halfway through, the temple gate opened.

"The robber who broke into the imperial garden last night will get out for me immediately!" A young man rode on the horse and shouted at Tang Seng and others: "Are you? My father, the emperor, is it in person, and he is not obediently surrendering!"

On the other side of the imperial carriage, the pseudo-king king of Wuji Kingdom sat upright on it, but had other plans in his mind. The body in the well had been taken away, just in case, he would go into battle himself.

Chu Ci leaned lazily against the wall and watched the show slowly: "I said, young people, don't be too arrogant. Don't cry and look for parents when you hit the steel plate later. Oh, by the way, the parents behind you are still a fake, and it's useless to find him."

The pseudo-king's face was calm: "It's outrageous. How dare you insult me ​​like this and take them down for me!"

The soldier was about to step forward when suddenly a voice came from behind Tang Monk: "Stop it all!"

"This sound" Prince Wuji Kingdom moved his heart and looked at the imperial carriage beside him.

The real king slowly walked out with the help of two monks, one old and one young, stood in front of everyone, and told the story of what happened many years ago: "Five years ago, the drought in Wuji Country was not expected to be the end, but I responded to the water disaster."

"You are really the father!" The prince of Wuji Kingdom was a little convinced.

"Whether it is true or false, you can tell it just by trying it!" Sun Wukong came out of nowhere, and the golden cudgel hit the fake king with his head.

The pseudo-king has an extraordinary identity, so he naturally knows that Sun Wukong is powerful and dares not fight with her. He moves around and avoids the golden cudgel.

The golden cudgel hit the imperial carriage and immediately turned the imperial carriage into a waste. Before the fake king could breathe a sigh of relief, the golden cudgel rebounded from the bottom and surged. It suddenly hit the fake king, bombarded him and smashed him on the temple wall of Baolin Temple. The bricks and stones were broken and the wall collapsed, and the pseudo king was buried.

"Bold assassin, how dare you?" The prince of Wuji Kingdom was about to scold him. The brick and stone ruins rolled down. The pseudo-king stood up from inside and shut up suddenly.

He is not an idiot. It would be fine if the pseudo-king king couldn't get up. When he came together, he immediately became suspicious. He knew very well that if he had been on the same trick, he would have been beaten to death long ago. How could he stand up?

The pseudo-king seemed to have made a mistake, and Sun Wukong pursued him again and fled directly to Tang Seng.

He grabbed Zhu Bajie and turned a few times, and his body suddenly changed, and he became exactly the same as Zhu Bajie!

Sun Wukong rushed over and looked closely at the golden eyes, but he could not see any flaws.

Without saying a word, he knocked on two sticks.

A Zhu Bajie covered his face: "It hurts so much, my senior sister is so overwhelming, she actually hit me!"

Another Zhu Bajie covered his face: "It feels so good, I'll hit me a few more times, I want it."

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

"Damn, what's the situation?"'The pig jumped, hurriedly avoided the golden cudgel, grabbed the little white dragon and turned around for a few times.

This time Sun Wukong was in trouble.

Zhu Bajie: "Little Bailong, do you still remember the master's favorite state? It's very tight and warm, and the master has always liked it!"

Well!

Both little white dragons hesitated.

Fight! One of the little white dragons had a trace of cruelty on their face. Without saying a word, they transformed into an airplane cup.

Zhu Bajie showed his smile on the verge of planning: "Senior sister, beat it!"

The 'Little White Dragon' changed back, with a puzzled look on his face: "Why?!"

The real little white dragon was silent for a moment, and turned his face red and turned into a pair of shoes.

The ‘Little White Dragon’ immediately petrified.

"You guys are so nonsense!" "Little White Dragon" rushed towards Chu Ci, intending to hold his hand.

"Are you thinking too much?" Chu Ci easily dodged, shook himself and appeared behind the "Little White Dragon". With one hand, he carried his spiritual power into his body, and threw his meridians and immortal palace heavily into the ground.

"Done!"

After some trouble, the prince of Wuji Kingdom supported the real king and cried bitterly: "Father, I didn't expect that you have suffered so much over the years, and your child is unfilial."

"Anyway, it's best to kill this culprit!" Sun Wukong turned the golden cudgel and smashed it down on his head.

"Great Immortal, please wait!" The real king quickly stopped.

"What? Want to do it yourself?" Sun Wukong stopped the golden cudgel and turned his head to look at the real king.

"It's not like that." The true king sighed, and after great sorrow and joy, he suddenly felt a little lonely: "Although he did persecut me, it is an indisputable fact that he called wind, rain and disaster relief. I was sincere in my hand at the beginning. Can I just let him go?"

Tang Monk's face was moved, and he was indeed a Taoist monarch.

Chu Ci coughed and reminded with kindness: "But King, he pretended to be you for three years. In my opinion, your harem and queen must have been very happy to be played by him.

True King: "" (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!