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What is the impermanence of black and white?

Yama shouted.

Subordinates are here!

Black and white impermanence moved over in an instant.

Go and bring these twenty monks to Elder Tang. King Yan threw the book of life and death and let them see who they were looking for.

Black and white impermanence just took a look and remembered, handed back the book of life and death, and turned away.

The King of Hell looked at Su Xun and said, Elder Tang, changing your life without permission is against the law.

No one knows if you don't violate it? Are you planning to go to my book? Su Xun was suspicious.

Yan Wang was speechless, but he didn't expect to see through his mind, so embarrassing (ω`).

Su Xun smiled: The poor monk advised the King of Hell not to do that. Otherwise, the poor monk may come to the underworld to live for decades at any time, and let the west travel go.

Hearing this Chi Guoguo's threat, the King of Hell secretly hated, what a hateful Tang Sanzang!

You can do whatever you want with your job!

But unfortunately, the King of Hell couldn't do anything about it.

He could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, and he had to take the initiative to help Tang Seng deal with the aftermath and smooth out the clues.

For example, if you want to modify the records of those 20 people in the book of life and death, you cannot be seen by others.

Otherwise, it will be troublesome to find Tang Seng above.

Tang Seng will trouble him.

In the end, it was him who was unlucky.

He felt that this Hades was too angry.

Five hundred years ago, Sun Wukong forcibly changed the book of life and death.

Five hundred years later, he was forced to take the initiative to help Tang Seng change the book of life and death.

Baby, life is hard (°ω°｀)

Ye Wang, this is the first time the poor monk has returned to the underworld. I only heard that there is a Wangchuan River in the underworld, how about giving the poor monk a lot of knowledge? Su Xun was about to start with the Wangchuan River, just pumping some water, but it's not too much. Bar.

Yan Wangye was proud of his heart. Before he awakened, this Jin Chanzi was like a dog who had never seen the world: Since the elder has such an interest, it's all right.

Not long after, Yan Wang took Su Xun through Huangquan Road and came to Naihe Bridge.

Su Xun saw an old woman making soup for those reincarnated souls, and it was Granny Meng.

Su Xun said, it's still my Qin Zhuxiang, wouldn't it be better to get a beautiful lady to be a mother-in-law? It can also promote the enthusiasm of the soul to drink Mengpo soup.

Look, elder, this is the Wangchuan River.

The King of Hell pointed to a wide river in front of him, the water was calm, and there were countless ghosts struggling in it.

The ghosts in the Wangchuan River are all those who have done all the bad things in their lifetimes, and they will fall into the yellow spring forever.

This Wangchuan River is really magnificent.

Tang Seng sighed sincerely, that small river ditch in his small world is simply his younger brother.

The King of Hell was complacent and stroked his beard with a smile: This is nature, the first water in the underworld of Yinsi, washes away thousands of ghosts, and the water in the Wangchuan River is also called the Yellow Spring.

What a Huangquan, dare to teach the King of Hell that the poor monk still has an unkind request. Can this Huangquan let the poor monk bring some back as a souvenir? Su Xun said.

Hades laughed secretly, do you think this yellow spring can be packed away with just a bottle?

He had the heart to see Tang Seng's jokes.

Then he said: Not to mention a point, if the elder likes it, you can pretend as much as you want.

In that case, the poor monk is welcome. Su Xun pretended to take out a bottle from his arms.

It is that Laojun's suet jade bottle.

When it comes to the mutton fat jade bottle, I have to say a poor boy of gold and silver, and now he is still carrying the blame.

Su Xun aimed the mouth of the bottle at the Wangchuan River. As soon as he thought about it, the water in the Wangchuan River flew up and was continuously sucked into the bottle.

The water level in the Wangchuan River dropped rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yan Wang was instantly dumbfounded, staring at the dog.

It's almost, it's almost, the elders are merciful, merciful, and then pretend, I am going to do this Wangchuanhe! Yan Wang shouted again and again, wanting to cry without tears, how could he know that Tang Seng still has such treasures.

I wanted to see the other party's jokes, but unexpectedly, I shot myself in the foot.

Su Xun also stopped in moderation. After all, he had already pretended enough. If he really drained the Wangchuan River, the King of Hell would not be able to cover the lid, and it would definitely cause a big trouble.

Seeing Su Xun stop, Yama finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, looking at Wangchuan River, which had obviously become shallower, he almost didn't come up again and fainted.

Elder... King Yan wanted Su Xun to go back.

However, Su Xun interrupted him with a grateful expression: The King of Hell is generous, and the poor monk is very moved.

Yama:…………

Before I even exit, you blocked my way, what do you want me to say?

I just broke my teeth and swallowed it in my stomach.

Soon, Black and White Impermanence came over, and with them there were 20 monks' souls.

Elder, all the people you're looking for are here, bring them back to Yang quickly. The King of Hell urged impatiently. Both Tang Seng and Sun Wukong's master and apprentice were not sons of man, and one was more hateful than the other.

Let Tang Seng continue to stay in the underworld, the King of Hell is really afraid that he will remove all the Three Lives Stones.

Su Xun sighed: This is the first time the poor monk came to the underworld, and he didn't expect to leave so soon. Sanshengshi, and that Mengpo soup.

It's coming, it must be copied.

I don't know if the Six Paths of Reincarnation can be copied or not. If it can, there is no need to move it.

Hearing Su Xun's words, Black and White Impermanence looked strange, this was the first time he met someone who came to the underworld and was reluctant to leave. This world is full of wonders.

The King of Hell just wanted to send Su Xun away quickly, and he agreed to all his requests.

It's just a touch anyway.

In this way, Su Xun copied Naihe Bridge, Meng Po Tang, Sansheng Stone, and even the stone slabs on Huangquan Road.

Although his behavior seemed extremely strange to the people of Lord Yama, Su Xun never tire of it.

In the end, outside the gate of hell, Su Xun and Yan Wangye bid farewell to each other.

Ye Wang, the poor monk is gone.

Su Xun looked at Lord Yan and said.

The King of Hell could not wait to kick him back to the world, but with a reluctant expression on his face, he said hypocritically, I met the elders at first sight, and I never thought that we would be separated so soon. There are no banquets that don’t go away, there are many monsters on the westbound road, and I hope the elders take care of themselves.”

Don't worry, King Yama, poor monks will come often.

Yama:…………

He wanted to tear his mouth apart.

Why are you talking so much to this shameless monk?

Cough, cough, it is very important to do things in the West, so the elders should not run to the underworld.

It doesn't matter, the King of Hell is very affectionate and righteous, and the poor monk regards it as a confidant. No matter how big the matter of going west is, in the poor monk's eyes, it is no bigger than the friendship between you and me. Su Xun said seriously.

Yama:…………

I have a relationship with you with a hammer, I just beg you to get out of here, never again in this life.

Su Xun left, just as he came gently, waving his sleeves without taking a cloud.

Hades almost cried with joy, and finally left!