"Master, how do you know this?"

Looking at the lifelike corpse, Sun Wukong asked curiously.

The scene in front of you is no longer about the strength.

"The Buddha said: You cannot say it! You cannot say it!"

Tang Monk looked calm and replied softly.

Sun Wukong curled his lips, feeling a little depressed.

Zhu Bajie, who put down his body, ran up and said with grievance: "Master! Why did you ask me to carry a dead person up?"

"You fool! You carried their king up. What food and drink you want is not a matter of one word, you still care about these things."

After scanning Zhu Bajie, Sun Wukong said with a smile.

"Hey! What the elder brother said is reasonable!"

When I came to Wuji Country, Zhu Bajie thought about eating and drinking for a few days.

At the moment, he seemed to have seen a lot of food waving to him.

"Bajie, this king has obviously been dead for many years, why is his body not rotting?"

After scanning the corpse, Sun Wukong turned his head and asked.

A mortal corpse does not have such functions.

"The Dragon King of Jing put a Dingyan bead in his mouth, otherwise it would have melted long ago."

Zhu Bajie waved his hand and said casually, but he was thinking about all kinds of delicacies in his mind.

"Holy Monk! Please save my father!"

While the few people were talking, the prince walked up a few steps and knelt in front of Tang Seng again.

I had a very bad premonition in my mind before, but now I see that my father's body is still there, so I naturally have thoughts.

"I hope the Holy Monk is merciful! Save my king!"

Everyone around knelt down and shouted loudly.

"Amitabha! My Buddha is merciful! Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The king's body has been in three years without rotting. It must be that his life is not over. I am willing to try it."

Tang Monk, who was slightly tilted his head, had a look of compassion on his face.

"Thank you, Holy Monk! Thank you, Holy Monk!"

Everyone who heard this looked very happy.

Although Tang Seng just said to give it a try, they were still very happy.

Tang Monk, who frowned, said, "You can put the king's body in the shade first, and I will think of a solution."

"Okay, okay!"

Now what Tang Seng says is what the prince has no other ideas.

"Master! I'm a little hungry!"

He glanced at the top of his eyes and Zhu Bajie slapped his mouth.

It was almost noon, and what Sun Wukong said just now could eat and drink, and Zhu Bajie was already greedy and his stomach was ginger.

"Wang'er, the holy monks are hungry, why don't you prepare food for them!"

Zhu Bajie's words happened to be heard by the queen beside him and couldn't help but say quickly.

They just need to offer Tang Seng and others to prepare some food, which is not a problem at all.

After hearing this, the prince quickly invited Tang Monk and others to go there respectfully.

The prince led Tang Monk and others to a hall, and a lot of food was already placed in the hall.

"Holy Monk! Please sit down!"

Faced with the prince's respect, Tang Seng did not refuse.

With the arrival of Tang Monk and others, the prince and the civil and military officials who followed him took the seat one by one.

In the hall, the people from Wuji Kingdom praised Tang Monk, and what happened in the palace quickly expanded towards the entire city.

Such a big thing, coupled with the previous movements in the palace, can't be concealed at all.

The king was transformed by a demon. The true king was pushed into the well three years ago. Now he was found by a monk from the Tang Dynasty. His body is still vivid.

Such a magical thing can naturally be estimated by people.

In less than half a day, the news spread throughout Wuji Country.

While many people were shocked, they were more surprised by Tang Monk and his disciples.

After thirty years of meal, the prince hesitated for a while, and still asked the question in his heart: "Holy monk! I don't know what method can save my father?"

Although he felt that this question was a bit abrupt, he couldn't help it.

Tang Monk did not speak, and Sun Wukong next to him said, "Your Highness, don't worry, this matter is not difficult. First, he walked to the underworld, asked the King of Hell to get his soul back, and then went to the Tushita Palace in the Heavenly Court to save your father."

Sun Wukong said it easily, but everyone in the Wuji Kingdom in the palace was stunned.

You are both heaven and earth, and you are asking for the soul from the King of Hell. This is not something that humans do.

Although they are just mortals, the Heavenly Court naturally knows a little about the King of Hell.

Everyone with joy on their faces were all looking at Tang Monk nervously.

Tang Seng was very satisfied with Sun Wukong's explanation. The more worried these guys were, the better.

"Don't worry, I have some face in the three realms, and I can get some."

Tang Seng, who stopped his movements, replied naturally.

"The Holy Monk is really extraordinary!"

Everyone felt relieved when Tang Monk said this, and naturally admired Tang Monk and others.

He can go to the heavenly court to obtain the soul resurrection pill, and can ask the King of Hell for souls, and he is worthy of the name of the holy monk.

After eating and drinking, they saw that Tang Monk and others did not leave, and the prince did not urge them, so everyone drank tea and chatted in the hall.

In addition to the fairies, they also helped them recover the body of the king of Wuji Kingdom. They already firmly believed that Tang Monk had great magic power.

Sun Wukong naturally understood Tang Seng’s plan and must be waiting for get off work.

As for Zhu Bajie, it’s enough to have something to eat, and it’s better to eat it for days or nights.

Finally, it was time to get off work, and Tang Monk slowly stood up.

Seeing Tang Monk standing up, everyone in the hall also stood up quickly.

"Prince! The time is almost over, so I will go to the underworld."

Tang Monk who picked up the Zen Staff said lightly.

When everyone was shocked when they saw that Tang Monk was about to go to the underworld.

The holy monk actually went directly to the underworld to find the King of Hell.

When they thought that it would be much easier for God to ask for a soul-resurrender pill than asking the King of Hell.

"Thank you, Holy Monk! I wish you a good journey!"

The prince hurried forward and said respectfully.

Tang Monk nodded and said to Sun Wukong and others: "Wujing stays! Wukong, Bajie! You follow your teacher to the underworld."

"Yes! Master!"

Sun Wukong had no objection, and although Zhu Bajie was depressed, he could only agree.

Monk Sha stayed behind, so he was naturally guarding his luggage.

Then, in the astonished eyes of the people in the hall, Tang Seng and the other two paused, and they all sank into the ground and disappeared.

When it was the first time to come to the underworld, Tang Monk felt a little excited.

"Master! What if the King of Hell doesn't give it to you?"

After scanning his eyes, Zhu Bajie asked.

"Don't worry, my old grandson is familiar with the old man of Hell. It would be easy to ask for a soul, otherwise, hum!"

Sun Wukong clapped his hands, looking confident.

Tang Seng didn't speak.

He would not be arrogant and think that he could make a big fuss in the underworld. Compared with the Heavenly Court, the underworld is also not weak.

Although the Ten Palaces of Hell is famous, he is just the lord of a city in the underworld.

There are not only the five-way ghost emperors, but also the Fengdu emperor, and the Tianqi Rensheng Emperor who is the same as the Jade Emperor of Heaven.

These guys can take any action, let alone Sun Wukong, even he himself is in trouble.
Chapter completed!