Journey to the West: Funeral Mission to the West

"Save... Gululu... Save Gululu... Life Gululu..."

three days later.

Tang Seng finally learned how to swim, but facing the river hundreds of miles wide, his eyes were still a little straight.

But Tang Seng has long been used to it...

"How about building a boat?" a Jialan asked.

Tang Seng shook his head and said, "It's okay. I'm practicing swimming while practicing. I believe that I will be able to swim over sooner or later."

Jia Lan said: "But your system can't practice at all, which is why you have to learn from the scriptures in the last life and become a Buddha with merit."

Tang Seng said: "If I can't cultivate supernatural powers, I will cultivate physical fitness. I believe that I can swim across. Do you believe it?"

Jialan: "Me? Well...Come on."

At the same time, on the West Sea, Xiao Zilong and his wife are leisurely basking in the sun and eating barbecue. They are completely unaware that another Tang monk has come...

Just then, a figure came over.

Xiao Molong got up immediately: "Uncle?"

"Come here." The person who came was Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea.

Xiao Molong immediately ran over and apologized: "Uncle, I really tried my best. When the bald man came, he wore a wig. I didn't recognize it. Don't blame me. At worst, I will go to Lingshan to call them. How many years has Changgong head office been?"

Xiao Qilong thought that Ao Run would come to him to scold him for being unprofessional.

As a result, Ao Run took his hand and said, "Nephew, you are the only one left in your Jinghe lineage now. Let me tell you straight, you were right when you didn't make a move!"

Xiao Naolong was confused: "Uncle, what do you mean?"

Ao Run said: "You don't need to ask any more questions. Anyway, you did a great job! By the way, are you sure you gave him a ride?"

Xiao Molong said: "Give it off..."

Ao Run smiled even happier: "When he finishes learning scriptures, you should walk around with him more, you know?"

There are question marks all over the little dragon's head.

Ao Run just told him: "Remember, you must move around more to deepen your relationship, you know? Alright, stop looking at me and play with you. From now on, Xihai will be your home, so you don't have to be too restrained, you know Is it?"

After finishing speaking, Ao Run walked away with a smile all over his face. He felt like a fool who weighed a few hundred pounds.

Only Xiao Naolong sat there with a bewildered expression, muttering: "Uncle is mad because of me?"

On Xitian Road, Tongtian Hanoi, a man wears a golden helmet, a golden armor, a treasure belt around his waist, and smoked yellow boots on his feet.With a garlic nose, a big forehead, and eyes like two big light bulbs, the fat man with a mouth full of fangs sat on a chair with an excited look on his face.

The little demon next to him asked curiously: "My lord, what's the matter with you? Why don't you think about food and tea these days?"

This demon king is named King Inspiration, who drove away the local river god and took over the water mansion to become the new king.

The King of Inspiration murmured: "Calculating the time, no matter how slow Tang Seng and his disciples are, no matter how late they are, they should arrive by the time."

The little demon said: "Your Majesty, you have been talking about Tang Seng Tang Seng every day for the past few years, who the hell is that?"

The King of Inspiration said: "That is the reincarnation of the golden cicada from Lingshan, a good man in the tenth life, if he can eat a bite of his flesh, hehe, he will live forever."

The little demon exclaimed: "Is there such a good thing?"

The King of Inspiration laughed and said, "That's natural. Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing here in Tongtian River? Isn't the Yellow River better than here?"

The little demon said: "My lord, since they are coming, shouldn't we also prepare?"

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The King of Inspiration nodded and said: "That's natural! The apprentices around the monk are all capable, especially the Monkey King, who is said to be the Monkey King who made troubles in the Heavenly Palace back then. If I fight head-on, it will be difficult for me to win. So, this time we ..."

"Outsmart?" Xiao Yao asked.

The King of Inspiration glared at him, pointed at his brain and said, "Outsmart? Do you have the brains, or do I have the brains to outsmart?"

The little demon said dumbly: "Uh... so what?"

The King of Inspiration said: "At that time, I have recruited all the troops, and we will fight them to the death. You are responsible for attracting the monkey, and I will secretly catch Tang Seng. Once we succeed, we will run away. After entering this water palace, I will immediately block the Tongtian River. At that time... let's not care about Sanqi 21, let's eat a mouthful of Tang Monk's meat first! If monkeys come in, let's return him. It's just a few mouthfuls of meat, so he shouldn't be able to fight us to death, right?"

"Your Majesty is wise!" the little demon shouted.

The King of Inspiration waved his hand and said, "Okay, don't shout, it's almost time now, it's time to catch boys and girls for me."

The little demon said in amazement: "Your Majesty, since we all have to eat the Tang monk's meat to live forever, why are we still arresting boys and girls?"

The King of Inspiration said angrily: "That doggy Tang Seng should have arrived last year, but it's been a year and he hasn't arrived yet. Who knows when he will arrive, what if it's a year or two later? So, the horoscope of this Tang monk meat has not yet been written down, and it is still a matter of whether you can eat it or not. It is still reliable to eat virgin boys and girls."

Xiao Yao thought it was the same reason, so he hurriedly took Xiao Yao out to catch boys and girls.

At the same time, on the banks of the Tongtian River, there is a village leaning against the mountain road, sitting on the bank and facing the stream.

Here, the gates of every house are closed, and the windows of every household are closed. On the river, two fishermen's fishing boats are parked there, but there are no lights.

No bird on the big willow tree sang...

In the evening, mist rose from the Tongtian River and was blown into the village along with the wind.

The village looks smoky, but it doesn't have any fairy air, but it is a little colder.

The weirdest thing is that almost every door in the village hangs white silk, and the white silk flutters with the wind, which looks extremely weird.

There were low-pitched weeping sounds from a family's house, and some people let out a long sigh from time to time.

In the room, an old man was smoking a cigarette with his head downcast. The cold moonlight outside the window shone on his face, which was full of wrinkles.

On the other side, a woman held a three or four-year-old girl in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

The little girl wore a pair of shofar braids, her face was flushed, she tilted her head and stretched out her hands to wipe the tears on her mother's face: "Mom, don't cry, don't cry, baby, can I give you candy?",

The little girl handed the candy to the woman, and the woman cried even more when she saw this.

"Okay, don't cry!" The old man shouted, dropping the cigarette pipe and pot in his hand.

The woman hugged the little girl tightly and said: "Father, I don't want to cry, but... I can't bear to let Xiaobao go!"

The old man's tears were also rolling in his eyes, and he sighed: "Who is willing? Who let it be our turn. This is hand-picked by the king of inspiration, fate..."

While speaking, footsteps came from outside, as well as the sound of suona and gong being played for the dead.

Then the door opened, and a man walked in dejectedly: "Father, Ma'am, it's time to send Xiaobao there."