Chapter 485 Re-entering hell

"I don't care about your private life. I mean, this Wujing is the snake and scorpion sleeping beside you." Tang Monk's nightlife is messy enough, but I don't want to listen to him talk about it on Sunday. I won't be able to eat later.

"Wu Jing? He is an honest and honest person. He is the most reassuring of the three apprentices. He has a big beard on his face, which makes the slave family feel safe. Tang Monk is shy again.

Seeing that he couldn't communicate with the Tang Monk anymore, Zhou Tian ignored him and looked directly at Sha Wujing, "Wujing, it's natural thing to repay the debt. You almost let the Buddha seal it forever. This is a great hatred of life and death, but I don't want to embarrass you. Tell me the place where the Buddha imprisoned Wukong, and I can save you from the death penalty.

"Wukong? Wukong went to borrow the banana fan. He didn't let the Buddha be imprisoned. Master Jie Qian, are you tired these two days? You have hallucinations. Lie down quickly and let the slave's rub your shoulders. Monk Tang didn't know about the fake Wukong and posted it next to Zhou Tian.

"You'd better play with the white dragon horse." He kicked away Tang Sanzang with one foot, and Zhou Tian said to Wu Jing, "The Western Bliss World has been completely destroyed by me. The Buddha has also lost his life now. Your backer has collapsed. Tell me honestly, our policy is to resist strictness and go home for the Spring Festival... No, it is to resist strictness, frankly and leniently. Think about it yourself."

"Master Jie Qian, you really killed the Buddha, so how can we get the true scriptures?" When Tang Monk heard Zhou Tian's words, he surrounded him again.

"Papa" slapped Tang Monk away, and Zhou Tian's ears became quiet again, waiting for the confession of Wujing.

"If I tell you the whereabouts of the Monkey King, you really won't kill me." After a long time, Na Sha Wujing said.

"Of course." I nodded on Sunday.

"The Monkey King was hidden in..." Between Wujing's feet, he took the Tang monk directly and grabbed Tang Xuanzang's neck. "Well, I can't believe your devil's words. I have a Tang monk in my hand. If you dare to touch me, step back, all back!"

Sha Wujing showed the fierce face of a bank robber and grabbed the Tang monk's life-saving straw.

"Your beard is so warm." Tang Monk's nerves are big enough. At this time, he is still studying Wujing's beard.

"Master, don't blame me. It's because they forced me to do this." Wu Jing looked down at the Tang Monk and said to Zhou Tian, "If you let me live, I won't touch him, otherwise I will die with him."

"The slave family likes martyrdom the most. Wujing, how about you and I be a couple in the next life after death?" Tang Monk brushed the sand monk's beard and said.

"Wujing, I have given you a chance before. Why do you have to go this far? If you tell me the place where Wukong was imprisoned, nothing will happen." I said bitterly on Sunday.

"I don't know where the eldest brother is locked up. How can I tell you that if I don't have the use value, how you won't kill me? It's a matter of raising your hand to kill me with your cultivation. If I don't rely on it, how can I save my life." Wujing grabbed Tang Monk like his own son, and he didn't let go.

"Wujing, since you don't know Wukong's whereabouts, just say it clearly. Why do you treat your teacher like this? You see, your beard has been pierced to be a teacher. You are kind-hearted and don't want to pull your beard, but now..." Tang Monk smiled charmingly and grabbed Wujing's beard.

The sand monk couldn't help but feel pain. With a loose hand, the Tang monk miraculously escaped. When Na Wujing still wanted to catch it, the Tang monk had already rushed to Zhou Tian's side.

"If you want to kidnap me, you are still early. When I let the bandits rob him, I kicked him with a pair of double yolk eggs." Monk Tang pinched his waist and snorted angrily. Then he covered his mouth and smiled again, saying to Zhou Tian, "The poor monk is shy again..."

I ignored the Tang monk. Zhou Tian sucked it with one hand and grabbed the sand monk in his hand.

"I'll ask you again, where on earth did the Buddha lock up the Monkey King!" Sunday forced me to ask.

"I said, I don't know. The Buddha just wants to use me to lead you to the Western Bliss. I don't know anything else." Monk Sha gritted his teeth.

"You really don't know?" Zhou Tian frowned and said.

"I don't know!" Sand monk road.

"Forget it, if you don't know, you don't know, but you should know about the six-eared macaque." Zhou Tian said, "When I was in Zijin's purgatory, I heard that there was a memory seal on the six-eared macaque. Please explain this, and it's also your meritorious service."

The six-eared macaque, like the body of the Monkey King, is the essence of heaven and earth. The Buddha recovered the six-eared macaque ten thousand years ago. Now in order to replace the Wukong, the memory of the Wukong is completely instilled into the six-eared macaque. Therefore, the current six-eared macaque is another Sun Wukong, whether it is The surname is still the same as that of the Monkey King, but these six-eared macaques do not have the same surname as the Monkey King, which is easier to teach.

"As you mean, these six-eared macaques are exactly the same as the Monkey King. There is no need to distinguish them at all, right? In this case, I don't care about the true and false Wukong. As for you, although you have the performance of meritorious service, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living sin is inevitable. I use the five-finger mountain to suppress your brother for five hundred years. You should not have it. Let's make an opinion." Zhou Tiandao.

Hearing that he could escape to death, the sand monk was naturally overjoyed. He was not to mention that he had been pressed for five hundred years, but it was no problem to be pressed for five thousand years. At present, the sand monk was happily pressed at the foot of the five-finger mountain on Sunday.

"I don't even know the whereabouts of the monkey. How can you complete your task?" After dealing with the matter of the sand monk, Hu Meier asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, don't forget that your husband can predict the future. If I guess right, Wukong should be imprisoned in that hell, where there is a remnants of the Western quistical world." Sunday said with a smile.

"You mean the Bodhisattva of the Tibetan King?" Hu Meier said.

"Yes, I have been to the underworld during the White Snake mission. Judging from the situation of the underworld at that time, it should have been harmed by me. I can't harm hell for no reason. Presumably, I went to the underworld for a purpose at that time, and the goal was probably for the Monkey King." Zhou Tian recalls the last time he went to hell. That scene should have been harmed by his own scourge. Therefore, Zhou Tian basically determined the place where Sun Wukong was imprisoned.

"Your task is so chaotic that you can find clues in yourself." Hu Meier exclaimed, and then broke through the void with Zhou Tian and retreated into the hell of Yin Cao.

The hell is still the hell, except that it looks more magnificent than the last time I came on Sunday.

After passing through the Naihe Bridge, they arrived at the Hall of Hell. After asking the location of the Bodhisattva of the King of Tibet by name, they wanted to continue to go to the 18th floor of hell to look for the Bodhisattva of the King of Tibet. However, the ten halls of Yan Luo stopped in front of Zhou Tian. They were in charge of the hell. Ordinary people can't go back and forth at will.

"Who are you waiting for? Why do you want to make trouble in my hell!" King Qin Guang shouted, and behind him were 50,000 hellish corpses.

"We are going to find the king of Tibet. Let's get out of the way. Don't let me do it." These ten halls of Yan Luo are just the peak cultivation of immortals. They are not enough to see in front of Zhou Tian, and Zhou Tian does not want to talk nonsense with them. In case of delay, let them pass on the letter and run away from the King of Dizang. Zhou Tian has no reason.

"Well, you think you came here when you wanted to, and 500,000 ghosts took these two people with me!" King Qin Guang was the head of the Ten Halls of Yan. With his order, the King of Chu Jiang and other evil corpses behind the King of Yan also surrounded them one after another, surrounding Zhou Tian and the two of them.

"You don't drink toast and don't drink, right? You have to let me harm you." Zhou Tian snorted coldly, and the dragon gun in his hand turned more than a hundred feet high. With just a sweep, the 500,000 ghosts fell in half. After several times in a row, there were no 500,000 ghosts left, and their souls were scattered one after another. Even the Hall of the hell made Zhou Tian make a hole.

"The immortals spare my life. I don't know that the arrival of the immortals collided with the immortals. I really don't know the identity of the immortals." Seeing that the 500,000 ghosts on their side were solved by Zhou Tian, the ten halls of Yan Luo naturally had to be soft. Zhou Tian's black gun stuck to death and hit him to death. They were really scared to death.

"It's not too late to know now. Take us to the 18th floor of hell to meet the Tibetan King Bodhisattva." Zhou Tian looked at the Ten Halls of the King of Yan.

"This... It's okay to go to the 18th floor of hell, but the King of Dizang Bodhisattva is not in the 18th floor of hell." King of Qin Guangdao.

"Not here? Didn't your judge just say that the 18th floor of hell is the old nest of the Bodhisattva of the Earth Treasure King? Zhou Tian asked.

"He is a judge who knows nothing. The Bodhisattva, the King of Dizang, has gone to the 19th floor of hell before. If the two immortals want to find him, they can only go to the 19th floor of hell." King Qin Guang stared at the judge who had been scared for a long time and arched his hand.

"Then take me to the 19th floor of hell." Thinking about it on Sunday, it seems that Wukong should be in the 19th floor of hell--

In the nineteenth floor of hell, the bull's head was holding a foot wash basin and didn't know what he was taking, and in the horse's hand, he took a knife and scraped something hard on a thing as red as a coconut.

On the opposite wall of the two, there was a thin monkey hanging there. The monkey's chest was broken by a big hole, and the big hole was empty and nothing else.

"You two beasts dare to dig up my grandson's painstaking efforts. If my grandson is out of trouble, he will definitely let your soul fly away." The monkey kept cursing, but his voice was not loud and extremely weak.

"Monkey Bo still dares to be arrogant. How about our brothers digging your painstaking efforts? You have fallen into this field, and you dare to threaten us." The horse's face laughed and stuck the knife in his hand fiercely on the coconut-like heart. "Tut, the undead stone monkey is the undead stone monkey. We still have the strength to talk to you like this. Don't worry, the future will still grow. Sooner or later, you will be soft!"

(to be continued)