Journey To The West: Poor Monks Do Not Want To Take The Western Classics

Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Sending the Wuji King to Reincarnation

The Wuji King looked at Tang Yu with a puzzled expression.

I don’t know what the saints from the Tang Dynasty have to analyze for themselves.

“Think about it, you’ve been dead for three years. Let’s not talk about your situation. Your queen must have been given to you, and your harem beauties, you are sure that they have not been overseen. ?”

“No wonder the poor monk sees the faint green light on your head, that’s how it is.” Tang Yu said the Buddha’s name.

The Wuji King said nothing, Tang Yu said his heart was gone.

Even if he hadn’t been yelled at all, he wouldn’t be able to yell at those women.

“For three years, doesn’t your queen know that the person next to her pillow is wrong? And your son can’t notice it? No, this is impossible, even in terms of changes and living habits, there will be more or less It’s different. But your child is willing to call the father king, and your queen is willing to call the husband…”

“So, if you think about it carefully, are you alive? Even if I can save you, what can you do? Let me talk about it first. The poor monk has no power to bind a chicken. I am still in bed with this little effort. OK, I believe you can see it too.”

“As for removing the demon or something, it is impossible, even if you are resurrected. That demon way kills you is easy, nothing more than just dying once.”

Seeing the Wuji King’s eyes go hollow, he seems to be desperate.

Tang Yu continued: “Wearing a green hat, there are several, or even dozens of them. If a man is a little bloody and a little dignified, he might survive, right?”

“The poor monk thinks that you might as well go on the road with peace of mind? It would be better to forget everything, or else you would say you are not aggrieved?”

“Also, you are a king, I can resurrect you, the poor monk just said. But now who knows you are real? He is fake? And, even if you admit that you are real, your own queen It’s not easy to be so bad, your emperor has a younger brother and sister, three years, how many times, the poor monk will not say.”

“And those ministers must have a lot of discussion, it’s not good that you know everything about you, the whole country knows that you are a green hat king.”

“Those women may be for you to throw away, but you are cuckolded and you have to admit. Some people will not discuss anything in person because of your status as a king. You can guarantee that they will not take you after dinner. As entertainment, come out and talk about it?”

“Do you still have the face to live after I have said this? In my opinion, you might as well die.

The Wuji king’s soul has not moved for a long time, and his head is lowered.

It can be seen that he is also meditating.

I have to admit that what this holy monk said makes sense.

But death is nothing, and reincarnation is nothing.

He was not reconciled to the problem, his own queen was occupied by others, and the country was also occupied by others.

The Datang Saint Monk was right.

I was affirmed by the cuckold.

Even if you recapture all of this, you can’t change the fact that you are green.

The ministers may not say anything in person, but it is hard to guarantee that they talk a lot behind the scenes.

Long and long, people speak terribly.

It’s not good, the city is full of wind and rain, everyone knows that he is a king with a green hat.

After thinking about it this way, the Wuji King suddenly felt that he was too aggrieved.

Being a man, he shouldn’t be alive.

“Holy monk, I’m just not reconciled.”

The Wuji King sighed: “Also, even if I want to reincarnate now, I can’t do it.”

Because of Buddhism’s intervention, he would naturally not be reborn, and he had to wait for Tang Yu to rescue him.

Then complete the difficulty.

Tang Yu felt like a mirror in his heart.

Otherwise, after three years of death, he would have already entered the underworld and reincarnated.

“At this point, you can rest assured, the big apprentice of the poor monk, Sun Wukong still has some abilities, and has some friendship with Hades. Later, I will let him drive you a through train. You don’t need to reverse the car and just let you reincarnate.”

Can be regarded as let this old boy go to death.

The fulfillment of Tang Yu’s natural music.

“Huh? Well, then I will let Wukong talk to Hades, let you be reborn in a good family? Huh? Your son is a prince, so let’s just let you be reborn as your son’s son, so your son Inheriting the throne, after he dies, you can still inherit the throne, which can be regarded as making up for the regrets of your life.”

What does it mean to be reborn as my son’s son?

When the black-bone king reacted, his face suddenly turned green.

“You don’t have to look at me like this, the monks are compassionate, this is what the poor monk should do, Amitabha.”

At this moment, Tang Yu squeezed it, and his whole person looked like a master of Taoism.

Looking at the two brothel women on the bed, the corner of Wuji King’s mouth twitched.

But when I thought of myself, I couldn’t help sighing.

Tang Yu has summoned Monkey King.

For a moment, Monkey King appeared in the room.

“Wukeng, you send this green hat brother to hell, no, to the underworld, you are talking to the king, let him be reborn as the next prince of the black chicken kingdom, go.”

Staring at the soul of this black chicken king, Monkey King was puzzled.

My master said so, so I had to do it.

Does this make him go to death?

The Wuji King still didn’t react, and even regretted it a little bit.

He doesn’t want to go to reincarnation.

“Holy monk, I…”

“What’s the matter, let’s talk about it in the next life.”

Tang Yu interrupted him directly and lay on the bed, not wanting to speak anymore.

King Wuji’s face turned green, next life?

Do I fucking still know you?

Still talking in the next life.

Monkey King led him directly into the underground palace.