Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 679
Late at night, the palace.

A middle-aged man in a bright yellow dragon robe was lying on the ground without making a sound. His complexion was pale, with a few black spots on his brows and eyes. Although he fell into a coma, he was still extremely haggard.

But in front of this middle-aged man is a beauty in palace attire. That beauty is as delicate as a flower, with a well-proportioned figure, and a pair of scissored eyes reveal a little charming color. I really feel sorry for him.

These two people are not alone, they are the beautiful queen and emperor of the bhikkhu kingdom. The beautiful queen is a little vixen, and the king is just a mortal. They have been with such a fairy for three years and have not been sucked by it. Yang Qi.

Although beauties are good, they are not something ordinary people are destined to enjoy.

"Ordinary people are all greedy for beauty. You, a mortal who has no power to restrain a chicken, still want to spend eternity with me?" The beauty in the palace costume looked at the figure lying on the ground and muttered to herself. , but the tone is quite disdainful.

"He can't, can't it be that the poor Taoist can't?" A clear voice suddenly sounded in the empty hall, and then an old Taoist with white hair and childlike face swaggered in here. The old Taoist looked like a fairy Bone, but the appearance is quite good.

When the beauty in the palace costume heard the voice and saw the figure, she was not surprised but happy, her pretty face was full of smiles, and she said coquettishly, "How did you come here, but I'm so anxious to wait."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The old Taoist laughed loudly without any scruples, and he didn't worry about being heard in the palace. In fact, there is really no need to be afraid, but when some gods and demons with some Taoism come to see, the inside and outside of the hall are covered with a layer of white. The restrictions are so tight that nothing can be spread out.

The old Taoist hugged the beauty in palace attire and said, "Why, do you want to be poor?"

This Bhikkhu Guomei didn't care that her real husband was still on the ground, but instead rolled his eyebrows, gave the old Taoist a supercilious look, then pointed at the old Taoist's eyebrows and said: "I miss you, but I miss you even more. For tomorrow's matter, the furnace of medicine will be refined tomorrow, and this is related to our cultivation."

"You, you're all worried about nonsensical things. This Danfang Poor Dao was accidentally seen from the emperor. It's just waiting for the innate energy of the hearts and livers of more than a thousand children to reconcile the erysipelas. You and I have taken the inevitable way. Increase!" The old Taoist said in a very firm tone.

This beautiful queen is just an ordinary vixen, she doesn't know the innate spirit of pills, she only cares about whether the medicine can be made, and whether it will increase her cultivation base, seeing the determination of this old Taoist priest, she can't help being happy.

"Tomorrow, the elixir will be [-]% and the two of us should go back to the village. There are too many disturbances in this mortal country, and this annoying monarch is obsessed with him all day long. It really delays his practice." The empress was annoyed. Glancing at the national army on the ground, he complained.

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest who was smiling at Yan Yan shook his head and refused: "You, I want to leave because of the benefits, but I can't do it right now. This time I went down to earth, but the emperor deliberately did it, and I have something to do." , I can’t go now.”

"Is there anything more important than cultivation?" The empress stared at innocent big eyes, her jade face was full of astonishment. In the eyes of a mountain monster like her, cultivation is a big thing.

However, she also knew that this old Taoist priest came down to earth on the mount of the Antarctic Emperor of Longevity, and had a profound background. Otherwise, why would she be so devoted to this old Taoist priest and follow his orders to seduce this bhikkhu king?
The old Taoist shook his head again, and said in his heart: country spirits are like this. They have short-sightedness and don’t even know about the catastrophe of heaven and earth. When a catastrophe occurs, ten thousand years of penance will be reduced to ashes. Even if there is no catastrophe, it will be difficult to break through the bottleneck.

It would be troublesome to explain the great calamity of heaven and earth. The old Taoist just took advantage of the beauty of this beautiful queen to achieve his goal, so he would not talk to her so much, but hugged the beauty in his arms tightly and laughed: "Bi Is practice more important than wasting a good night, hahahaha..."

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In this bhikkhu city, those two monsters, You Zi, are planning to refine the medicine tomorrow, but they don't know that someone is also thinking about them children.

Monkey and Mo Chen stood on a high mountain outside the city, overlooking the gloomy bhikkhu city below. These children would be killed at noon tomorrow. Although no parents dared to cry because of the will, that There was an uncontrollable sense of sadness, even if they were so far apart, they could feel it.

"Are you coming, or am I coming?" The monkey looked at Mo Chen's expression and asked aloud.

Mo Chen waved his hand, his expression was wrong, it was purely annoyed with the king, he killed himself suddenly, hollowed out his body, and wanted other people's lives to make up for it, what kind of reasoning is this?

This matter of saving the child is what Monkey Sun should do. Naturally, he doesn't need to snatch this small share of merit. With his current cultivation base, he naturally doesn't look down on this mosquito leg.

He said: "It's better for you to come, I will summon the land of the mountain god to house these young children."

The monkey nodded, and made a tactic with both hands, golden light flashed all over his body. Suddenly, on a clear night with bright moon and few stars, large groups of dark clouds floated out of nowhere, completely covering the lunar stars, and the whole Bhikkhu city could not see a single ray of light. .

Feeling a gloomy wind blowing, Mo Chen did not neglect, but also made a trick, and made a seal on the ground, the mountain peak swayed slightly, and a wonderful wave spread in all directions centered on Mo Chen, until it reached hundreds of miles. For the rest of the year, the fluctuations returned to nothingness.

shhhhhhhh...

As the fluctuation passed to the end, streamers of light emerged from the air, flying towards the mountain peak rapidly, and within a few breaths, streamers had already arrived in front of the two of them.

Every stream of light is the land of a mountain god. When they saw Mo Chen and Sun Houzi, they all bowed their heads in respect and respect, and shouted: "See God!"

Mo Chen used the magic of summoning gods from the Tushita Palace. These mountain gods felt the call from the Tushiita lineage, and naturally ran over in a panic. The people from the Tushiita Palace, no matter who they are, are very important to them. It is said that they are all unattainable existences.

In fact, if Wufang Jiedi and other gods and demons were not seriously injured before, and there were not enough manpower, there would be no need to summon these mountain gods.

Seeing that the people had almost arrived, Mo Chen ordered: "Later, this man will rescue all the children from the Bhikkhu Kingdom, and you must remember to take care of them. I will get rid of the evil spirits tomorrow, and naturally I will pick them up." Yes, if a child is injured and dies, I will definitely wait for you!"

The lands of those mountain gods are all nearby, so they naturally know about the affairs of the bhikkhu kingdom. Although they don't want to interfere with offending the monster, but this one belongs to Tushita Palace, and he can't afford to offend him, so he can only agree to his promise with a bitter face...

(End of this chapter)