I, Dasheng Sun, swear not to become a Buddha

When Zhao Wenhe introduced Sun Wukong, he naturally talked about Tu Bo's personal appointment. Wang Zhenren was also taken aback when he heard about the origin of Sun Wukong, the yin god.

He hadn't seen Mr. Tu Bo for decades, and he never thought that he would seal a Yangren city god when he heard such a name again.

With Tu Bo's endorsement, the two big men from the underworld treated him very politely, and set up a table with good wine and good food.

Originally, Monkey King thought that the dishes in the underworld depended on smell...

As a result, the big fish, big meat, and delicacies are all available.

"Fellow Daoist, try the delicacies of our underworld. These are good things that don't exist in the underworld." Daoist Wang sincerely invited.

"There is also this wine, which is made from the unique Yin bamboo in Zhuyin Mountain in the underworld, and the green bamboo leaves produced by the clear stream and flowing spring at the foot of Zhuyin Mountain. Try it, it has the effect of nourishing the soul." Zhao Wenhe filled a glass of wine for Monkey King.

Monkey King took a sip, and the taste was mellow and refreshing. Although there was not much aura, it was indeed refreshing.

To be honest, the taste is better than the fine wine that Nezha took last time.

I ate two more bites of the dish, and the taste turned out to be pretty good.

In the underworld, being able to eat and drink like this really subverted Monkey King's cognition.

With the introduction of the two ghost emperors, Monkey King also understood that the underworld is actually a world.

There are not only ghosts and ghosts here, but also mountains and rivers, local flowers and trees, and spirit birds and beasts living in the underworld.

Although the species is different from Yangjian, it is also a living thing.

Sun Wukong can only lament the wonder of the underworld.

After drinking with the two ghost emperors all night, Monkey King bid farewell and left the next day.

He has been here for four or five days, and it is time to go back.

Of course, this trip was not in vain, Zhao Wenhe brought him ten jars of Zhuyeqing, and told him:

"Come and get it anytime you run out of drinks!"

In fact, the business matter was discussed yesterday. Sun Wukong and Zhao Wenhe said at the banquet that he would not stay in the City of Sacrifice all the time.

Zhao Wenhe was in charge of the City God's Department, and immediately decided to send a judge at the peak of the Earth Immortal to Jishi City.

With him in charge, the affairs of Jishi City will not be messed up.

After bidding farewell to the two big brothers, Monkey King can only rely on the 11th road to go to the ghost gate.

He didn't have the two things about the portal, and the two ghost emperors went to busy with their own affairs early and didn't send him away.

Fortunately, with the blessing of the God of the City God, his speed in the underworld has increased a lot.

When it was almost noon, I finally arrived in front of the Wangxiangtai.

As soon as I got on the Wangxiang Terrace, suddenly a ray of soul floated in front of me.

Sun Wukong was taken aback for a moment, and recognized the soul at a glance.

"It's him!"

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===Chapter 1107 Bamboo Leaf Qingxiang Introduces Uncle===

Sun Wukong stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the remnant soul in his hand.

By the way, the blue-orange luck value was extracted from the remnant soul.

That's right, this remnant soul is the six-eared macaque!

Sun Wukong read an article on the Internet before saying that the real monkey died and the fake monkey remained.

The evidence in hand now shows that the dead one was indeed a six-eared macaque.

"This Shangxian, who is this?"

A ghost messenger found that he had caught a remnant soul, so he stepped forward and asked.

The city god's aura on Sun Wukong's body was revealed, and he said to the ghost messenger: "I have something to ask this remnant soul."

The ghost guard saw that he was a city god from the sun, so he didn't worry about it anymore.

Monkey King found a secluded corner, trying to wake up the remnant soul.

It's just that this remnant soul is too weak. If it wasn't for the traces of Buddha power contaminated in the spirit mountain, it might not even have the chance to enter the reincarnation of the underworld.

After pondering for a while, Monkey King took out the Token of the City God, and as soon as he collected the remnant soul, the remnant soul was included in the token, while the Buddha power attached to it remained outside.

In a moment, the law of the underworld assimilated this trace of Buddha power.

The reason why Sun Wukong wants to wake up the six-eared macaque is actually because of his special ability-listening.

The six-eared macaque, if it stands in one place, can know things thousands of miles away; ordinary people can also know when they speak;

"It would be great if this kind of heaven-defying ability can be used for myself!"

There is no good way for Sun Wukong to accept the Chenghuang order to think about it.

He actually doesn't have any good means to restore the soul, let alone such a severely injured remnant soul.

Monkey King, who wanted to return to the world of the world, turned around and headed for the ghost town in the west.

"Remnant soul?"

"How bad is it?"

Zhao Wenhe heard about Monkey King's intention and wanted to find a way to restore the remnant soul.

"It's very crippled, there is no one in a hundred." Sun Wukong said.

Zhao Wenhe shook his head and said: "If the damage does not exceed [-]%, I still have a way to recover. If the damage is [-]%, I can report it to the emperor to deal with it."

"If it is as you said, there will be no one in a hundred... It is estimated that no one in the three realms of Empress Houtu can repair this level of damage."

Speaking of this, Zhao Wenhe looked at Sun Wukong and continued: "How about...you can ask Master Tubo?"

Sun Wukong was very speechless, he had only met Tu Bo once, how could he find him?

Besides, the resurrection of the remnant soul of the six-eared macaque is also a matter of great importance. If the Buddhist sect finds out, something may happen again.

"Oh, forget it." Sun Wukong shook his head and planned to leave.

"Fellow Daoist, don't you have the Token of the City God? Put the remnant soul in it, and use the token's power of the underworld to make offerings, maybe it can slowly recover."

Just as Monkey King was about to leave, Zhao Wenhe said behind him.

"Oh? How long will it take for the soul to recover?" Monkey King suddenly became interested.

"Hmm..." Zhao Wenhe made some calculations and said:

"If the strength of this soul is below Jinxian, then only half a yuan will be enough. If it is above Jinxian, it may take about one yuan."

After listening to Zhao Wenhe's words, Sun Wukong was almost overwhelmed. Half a yuanhui is enough!

I have only lived for a total of 300 years, you talk to me about Yuan Hui!

A Yuanhui has 12 years!

Monkey King left and didn't want to continue the conversation with Zhao Wenhe, so Brother Zhao forced the chat to Yuanhui. Monkey King felt that the conversation was not from the same plane.

As for the matter of finding Empress Empress or Boss Tubo, Monkey King also gave up.

Empress Houtu has already transformed into six realms, how can I find her?Do you want to get in and reincarnate?

Uncle Tu is elusive. Zhao Wenhe said that he hadn’t met him in almost 100 years, and it was lucky that Sun Wukong saw him last time.

After wandering around the ghost town in the west all day, I bought a lot of spiritual materials for warming and nourishing the soul.

Zhao Wenhe finally took care of some personnel matters and told him that using the spiritual materials that nourish the soul might speed up the recovery of the soul.

Monkey King didn't dare to ask whether it could be accelerated by hundreds of years or thousands of years. Anyway, he just bought some by the way, and let him do his best to obey the destiny.

After passing Wangxiangtai, we left Huangquan Road, but when we turned back to the world, we arrived at the Temple of the City God.

Monkey King wondered for a while, why did the real and fake monkeys enter the underworld through the ghost gate of Jishi City?

Is there a conspiracy?

Thinking of this, Monkey King hurriedly gathered his judges over to inquire.

After asking, I found out that there is only one ghost gate like Jishi City in the entire radius of thousands of miles.

The two of them couldn't tell the truth from the fake through Tang Seng's magic spell, so they found a ghost gate nearby and plunged into the underworld, only to meet Monkey King.

"So special!"

Sun Wukong cursed secretly, retreated the judges, and flew over the cloud to Bibotan.

"Husband didn't go to the underworld, how did you come back from here?"

When Sun Wukong came to the grove, Yu'er and Niu Yan were roasting rabbits. When they saw him coming back, they greeted him and asked.

"Entering the gates of ghosts only requires the method of psychic communication, no matter where you are, you can directly enter the underworld."

"Going out of the ghost gate, but you can only go to the nearest ghost gate."

Sun Wukong briefly explained.

He also talked about the situation of this trip to the underworld.

He didn't mention the remnant soul of the six-eared macaque. This matter is too involved. The word six-eared macaque is probably a sensitive word, and he is afraid of being monitored by a great supernatural power.

"That Yuhuatian is also lucky. Fortunately, my husband went one step earlier, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be lost." Yu'er sympathized with Yuhuatian's experience.

"Unexpectedly, there are villains who cut paths and become thieves in the underworld." Niu Yan was talking about the three underworld servants.

"Hehe, the underworld is its own world. As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes." Monkey King said with a smile.

He has been away for nearly seven days, although he can't tell the story of the six-eared macaque, but he can tell Yu'er Niu Yan about the story of Yuhuatian and the two western ghost emperors.

"Husband actually talks about wine with Lord Ghost Emperor." The little fox was full of admiration.

"It would be great if my nephew was here, and I can taste the delicious wine of the underworld." Niu Yan said, licking his lips.

"There is wine! This time, Lord Ghost Emperor gave me ten altars!" Sun Wukong said as he lifted one altar and came out.

Hong Haier happily took it, slapped the seal, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

"Wow! This wine smells so good!" The little fox on the side could smell the fragrance of green bamboo leaves.

Niu Yan, who was holding the jar, was even more intoxicated, inhaling heavily.

"Don't smell it! You'll have something to drink in a while, go and see the rabbit! It's going to be mushy!"

Sun Wukong took the wine jar with a smile and pointed to the rabbit that was still roasting over there.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Niu Yan slapped his forehead and turned back.

Sun Wukong held the wine jar and sat down by the fire. Yu'er picked the roasted rabbit and divided it into three pieces.

Just as the three guys were about to start building, suddenly a gust of wind blew over.

"Smells like wine! Is it the bamboo leaf green from the underworld?" A man with a stalwart appearance appeared in the dark wind.

Monkey King saw that this person had the cultivation base of the peak of the Golden Immortal, and his luck had also reached the point where there were oranges in the blue.

For a moment, Sun Wukong's mind changed, and he planned to use Zhuyeqing to win over this person, and took his luck by the way.

But before he could open his mouth, he heard the little fox beside him exclaim: "Uncle! Why are you here!"

"You are? Yu'er?"

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===Chapter 1108 Yu'er is leaving===

Monkey King is stupid, really stupid.

He never imagined that the heroic elder brother in front of him turned out to be the uncle of little fox Yu'er.

In fact, being young and handsome is not a big deal.

The age gap in Little Fox's father's house is huge, and the siblings of the Long Live Fox King are only a few thousand years apart.

So it doesn't matter if the little fox's uncle is younger.

But when Sun Wukong knew that the eldest brother was actually a nine-headed worm, he was not calm.

"Yu'er, is this really your uncle? He's not Jiutou..." Sun Wukong asked softly.

Yu'er is a decent vixen, even if she had an uncle, wouldn't it have to be like Hu Ah Qi?