I, Dasheng Sun, swear not to become a Buddha

All the ghosts retreated, leaving only one ghost cultivator who was close to the stage of transforming into a god.

He has a cultivation base, and he can barely withstand the shining of the Yin and Yang fires.

It's just that this ghost cultivator is already in an erratic state, even if Monkey King doesn't kill him, he probably won't live for too long.

"Shangxian forgives the sin, the villain offended the Shangxian, please punish him." The little ghost said honestly kneeling on the ground.

The reason why he didn't leave was because he wanted to get some benefits from Monkey King, anyway, he was already dying, so he might as well fight it out.

"Do you know where the soul of King Wuji went?" Sun Wukong asked.

"I was taken away by Ye Youshen three years ago." The little ghost hurriedly replied as if claiming credit.

Sure enough, not many ordinary souls can wander in the world.

Even if a lonely ghost has wandered around for three years, even if he switches to a ghost cultivator, his temperament must have changed drastically, and he is not suitable for returning to his original body at all.

It seems that all of this was done in secret, and the ghost of King Wuji was banned, only waiting for Tang Monk and his disciples to come and let him out.

"See how brave you are, this will be cheap for you."

Sun Wukong looked at the little ghost who was still kneeling there and threw his hand away, and the ball of dark fire flew over.

This is the condensed aura that can do great harm to ghosts, but it is also a great tonic for ghost cultivators, it just needs to be used reasonably.

The little ghost kowtowed hurriedly and saluted: "Thank you for the reward from the celestial being! Please ask the celestial being for the name taboo, the little one is very grateful."

When the kid raised his head again, Sun Wukong's figure had disappeared, but only the Dao name "Thunderbolt" was left behind.

"Little Yuhuatian must remember the kindness of the immortal! I will definitely repay this great kindness in the future!"

The little ghost kowtowed three times in the direction where Monkey King left and said solemnly.

He was about to dissipate, and if he got this yin fire, he would have a chance to hit the anti-virtual realm.

Even if you have reached the threshold of a ghost fairy, you have reached the minimum requirement for a ghost fairy.

At that time, he can go to the City God to ask for an official position. Even if he is an ordinary land lord or a Yin soldier who catches his head, he can enjoy a party of incense, and his life can be extended for thousands of years.

That's why Yuhuatian is grateful to Monkey King and vows to repay his kindness.

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===Chapter 1051 Breaking his leg and knocking him out===

Besides, Monkey King left the Royal Garden Revolving Inn in the Wuji Kingdom Palace.

So far, there is no good way to get close to the king, even if it is the way of the prince, it will not work.

I was trying to find the king's Yugui in the well just now, but I couldn't find it. I think it was taken away by the king's soul.

"What kind of strength is the king of that family?"

Yu'er saw where Monkey King was thinking hard, so she wanted to help him with ideas.

"Shouldn't be considered clever, probably not a match for my husband." Sun Wukong thought for a while and said.

The fake black-bone chicken king couldn't stop Monkey King for ten rounds, and Monkey King was confident that he could beat him.

"Then it's better to give him a tough one! Anyway, he is not my husband's opponent, how to subdue him is up to my husband." Yu'er came over and suggested.

"This...is indeed a solution, but it may expose our identities." Monkey King said hesitantly.

"It's all right if you change your appearance." Yu'er tilted her head and said.

"That's fine, let's recruit someone tough for him. We'll find trouble with him tomorrow, and we'll leave after the matter is over." Monkey King finally made up his mind to take the luck of the fake black-bone king.

The main reason is that he is now an orange with blue luck, and there are only a few blues.

As long as the fake black-bone chicken king can have pink luck, Sun Wukong can almost get the orange luck.

This is enough for him to improve his own strength a lot, and it is worth taking the risk once.

Thinking of doing it, Sun Wukong went to the gate of the palace early the next morning to hand over the greeting card.

This Wuji country is not a big country, the palace is not too big, and the rules are naturally not too many.

If someone wanted to see the king, he would hand in a letter of worship. If the king was free, he might summon one or two.

Monkey King didn't force his way into the palace. Although the country is not big, it is still a real human country, and he didn't dare to go too far with the Golden Dragon of National Fortune.

This time, he used the appearance of a young man to meet the Wuji King.

She has a bunch of silver hair, a tall and straight figure, and a mysterious lightning flashing in her brows.

He was the leader of the eight weirdos he met in Xinglong Town that year.

The guards of the palace took a look at Sun Wukong's aristocratic appearance, so they took a greeting card to inform him.

The fake king just got up from his lunch break when he heard the general guarding the gate say that there is a handsome young man outside the palace, please see him.

"Familiar?" The fake king asked the palace gate general.

"Looking at the face, it doesn't look like a person from the country." General Gongmen answered truthfully.

The false king nodded and said, "If that's the case, let him come in."

In fact, he was a fake. Even the crown prince was not allowed to see his own mother these years. Naturally, he should be cautious when such a young man appeared suddenly.

General Gongmen came out to pick up Monkey King with an oral order, and walked all the way into the inner courtyard of the palace.

After several visits, he went to the Imperial Study Room.

When Sun Wukong saw King Wuji, he just bowed slightly and saluted: "I have seen Your Majesty."

"Bold! Why don't you kneel when you see my lord!" The general in front of the hall scolded angrily.

Sun Wukong straightened his body and his gaze was like lightning. With just one glance, the general in front of the palace immediately lost all momentum, like a frightened kitten, not daring to look into Sun Wukong's eyes.

"It's okay, you all step back." The king said at this time.

The general in front of the hall retreated immediately as if he had received an amnesty, and the surrounding servants also retreated.

"Why do you come here?" The fake king turned out of the high platform to look at Monkey King and asked.

Although Sun Wukong changed his body shape and appearance, he did not hide his cultivation. The peak of the real immortal is the same as the fake king's cultivation.

"Naturally, I came here for fellow daoists." Sun Wukong said with a smile.

The fake black-bone chicken king really didn't disappoint him, it turned out to be a blue with pink luck value.

If he is sucked, the orange luck will be considered stable.

"Oh? Come for the widow?" The fake king walked towards Monkey King with a curious expression on his face.

Sun Wukong was trying to draw his luck, but this guy came over.

Although he had a kind smile on his face, Sun Wukong knew that this guy was a villain with a sweet mouth and a sword in his belly.

This guy can assassinate the real king, so naturally he can sneak attack this young man who doesn't know his origin.

Sure enough, as soon as Sun Wukong took away the source of luck and took precautions, the fake king made a move.

"Dang!" The fake king slashed over with a knife, and Monkey King had already sacrificed his iron pestle to block it.

"Good boy! You are always on guard!"

The fake king was smiling and peaceful just now, but now he has become hideous.

With a steel knife in his hand, he attacked Monkey King fiercely, without giving Monkey King a chance to fight back.

The intention was to kill this young man who was at the peak of true immortality as quickly as possible.

"It's a capital crime for you counterfeit dove to occupy the magpie's nest and assassinate the king!" Sun Wukong shouted while resisting left and right.

"Since you know I'm a fake, I can't keep you! Suffer!" This guy Wang added a little more strength.

However, this can't cause any harm to Monkey King. Monkey King's pestle technique has been perfected, but the fake king's sword technique is only great.

Although he had the upper hand in the sneak attack, he was no match for Monkey King at all.

I saw Monkey King dodging a gap, and the fake king had no stamina when he slashed into the air.

Monkey King smashed the iron pestle over.

"boom!"

"what!"

Although the fake king retreated and dodged, he was still hit in the thigh.

He just heard a scream and fell to the ground.

"Monster! Sue!" Monkey King stepped forward in two steps, and was about to hit him with the iron pestle.

"You can't kill me!" cried the false king in a panic.

In fact, Yuanyuan didn't intend to kill him at all. Breaking his leg just now meant that he couldn't move, and he was honestly sucked out of luck.

This guy is really useless, Sun Wukong at this level smashed him in less than twenty rounds.

Sun Wukong stepped forward and pressed the iron rod against the fake king and asked: "It's my code of conduct to subdue demons and eliminate demons for the sake of heaven. Tell me, why can't the poor do not kill you?"

"I am the blue lion mount under the seat of the Great Bodhisattva Manjusri of Western Buddhism, and I come here by the order of the Buddha..."

In order to save his life, this guy confessed immediately.

Sun Wukong also understood why this guy had no grievances with him, so he just came up and attacked the killer.

It turns out that his identity as a fake king cannot be exposed.

Especially not known by mortals.

In previous years, the real king obtained the Arhat status by fasting monks and doing good deeds, but he was killed for three years because he immersed the Bodhisattva in water for seven days.

So where did his previous good deeds go?Could it be possible to give him the Arhat Status in the future?

This is obviously impossible.

Furthermore, seven days is not equal to three years. Could it be that the life of the king is not as important as the face of the Bodhisattva?

It is indeed inferior!

But this matter cannot be put on the table, especially not let the common people know.

Otherwise, who would sincerely pray to Buddha to burn incense?

That's why the green-haired lion wants to kill Monkey King, an insider, so that this matter will not be leaked.

Sun Wukong sneered and said: "You Buddhists don't care about these activities of poor Taoists, but today you sneak attack on poor Taoists because you want to have karma with poor Taoists."

"In that case..."

"Snapped!"

"Crack!"

"what!"

Monkey King raised his foot and stomped on it, and the green-haired lion, which was originally just a broken bone, was directly broken by his thigh.

It is estimated that the injury will not be well taken care of in a year or a half.

"You! You know I'm a disciple of the West, but you dare to hurt me! Buddhism can't spare you!" The blue-haired lion's veins bulged in pain, but still yelled at Monkey King.

"Sand sculpture!" Sun Wukong glanced at the green-haired lion intently, and kicked it again.

This guy was directly kicked out...

"I can't understand what's going on in front of me! What a fart!"

Sun Wukong clapped his hands and cursed disdainfully, then turned and left the Wuji Palace.

The National Luck Golden Dragon hovering above the Wuji Kingdom from the beginning to the end has no intention of doing anything to Monkey King.

Without him, the king who was beaten up by Monkey King is also a fake...

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===Chapter 1052 A Good Day for the Niu Wang Family===

Sun Wukong left, very chic and thorough.

In the season of Sanchun Jinghou, I took my daughter-in-law Yu'er and set off westward leisurely all the way.

Their next stop is of course Drill Hill, which is the site of their eldest nephew Honghaier.

Here is another good opportunity to draw Tang Seng's luck.