My Journey to the West on the Heavenly Road

Chapter 289
Huh, Jin Guang returned to a child with golden pupils, his face full of lingering fear.

"Thank you for your help, benefactor!" The monk stepped forward to thank him.

"This monster can resist the white bead, it's really demonic flames. It's also very cunning!"

Wuqian recalled Baizhu, and shouted unwillingly.

The two demons and the monk looked at each other and both felt headaches.

The dark clouds above the head, the sea below, and the two battlefields gradually became white-hot.

Those who can be recruited by the ghost king in yellow to be helpers are naturally not ordinary monsters.

After a while, King Jin gritted his teeth and looked at the monk, "Master, according to your plan, I will go to the Yin Soil to find the ghost king, and you will use the opportunity to subdue him with Buddha's light."

"Golden Retriever, it's too dangerous."

Wuqian was shocked and wanted to dissuade him, King Jin raised his hand and interrupted him, then the little pink peach showed a smile, turned his hand and took out the ancient Yazhang talisman, "Did you forget, I still have this magic weapon .”

"That's dangerous!" Wuqian said anxiously, "That ghost king is a ghost, how can you beat him in the shade?"

"Five thousand," King Jin sighed suddenly, "The Dragon Mansion of Haizhong Continent has helped Huaguo Mountain several times, and it has done us a great favor. Since we have the opportunity today, we should repay it."

"To repay your kindness, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future! At that time, I can also help you, but you can't go into the Yin Soil alone!"

Wuqian shook his head vigorously, stretched out his dragon claws to grab King Jin and wouldn't let him go.

King Jin was very moved, but his mind was determined. With a sway of his body, he turned into golden light and escaped from the claws of five thousand dragons. Then he landed beside the monk and said quickly, "Master, I'm going into the shadows now."

"The benefactor wait a moment."

The monk called to the little boy with golden pupils, "The poor monk will not let the benefactor fall into a desperate situation. The benefactor, please open your hand."

King Jin stretched out his hand in doubt, and then the monk slowly wrote the word "Buddha" on his white and tender palm.

With a flash of golden light, the word Buddha disappeared.

"When the almsgiver arrives in Yintu, as long as he twirls this word, the poor monk will immediately send down the Buddha's light. If it is dangerous, he can use the Buddha's light to stop the demon and return."

The monk sincerely exhorted, "In any case, the safety of the benefactor is the most important thing."

King Jin squeezed his palms, "Thank you mage, I will adapt accordingly."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and smiled at Wuqian, and said freely, "Wuqian, you are here to protect the mage, I'm going down."

"Why do you have to work so hard?"

Wuqian was very puzzled, sighed, opened his mouth and spat out the white pearl, and brought it to King Jin, "You take this magic weapon."

King Jin looked at Baizhu and Wuqian, and immediately put it away without evading it.

Wuqian bared his teeth, and passed the imperial envoy mantra into King Jin's ears.

"Thank you." The young boy with golden pupils smiled at Wuqian, then nodded at the monk, took a deep breath, his body turned into golden light, and disappeared in a flash.

"Hmph!" Wu Qianzhong snorted coldly, and glanced at the monk, "If something happens to King Jin, just wait, I can't fight you, and my master can't spare you either!"

"Gold benefactor will be fine!" The monk clasped his palms together, then looked at the grunting donkey, and asked curiously, "Who is the owner of the benefactor?"

"My master's surname is Jiang and his first name is Yuan."

Wuqian raised his head proudly and pointed at the red-bearded dragon who was fighting with the demon, "Have you seen that one-eyed dragon? He is the dragon son of Jinghe, and now he is my master's servant!"

When he was speaking, Wuqian cursed in his heart: "What a loach, you dare to work without any effort to deal with errands, and I won't sue you when I go back!"
The monk's eyes flickered, and he asked in surprise, "Jiang Yuan, who is crushing the Dragon Mansion of Jinghe River and carrying the sacred stele of King Yu?"

"Exactly!" Wuqian echoed loudly.

The monk clasped his palms together and smiled, "I have heard for a long time that Immortal Jiang has a deep understanding of my Buddha's wonderful teachings. If you are lucky enough to meet him, it is really a poor monk's fortune."

"You monk."

Wuqian froze for a moment, choked and speechless.

A smile flashed in the monk's eyes, and then he looked serious, and said in a deep voice: "The golden benefactor has fallen into the shadows, and the poor monk should also prepare. Please protect me."

But it is said that King Jin's body is transformed into a precious light, and after a trance, there is no Buddha light and the sea, and his eyes are desolate.

call!
A gust of wind blew by, and the young boy with red pupils couldn't help shivering.

"Give my life back!"

Numerous ghost figures surged out from the dark wind, and rushed towards the young child with teeth and claws.

hum!
A piece of Buddha's light, as pale as a golden mist, suddenly swung across the head, and the ghost disappeared instantly, and the dark wind also disappeared.

"Ok?"

Just as King Jin breathed a sigh of relief, a strange cold snort sounded, and then a group of erratic black shadows approached in an instant.

"not good!"

The boy with golden pupils immediately changed his expression and was about to open his palm, but he gritted his teeth, put down his palm, raised his hand and threw a white bead, and shouted loudly: "Look at my magic weapon!"

Wow!White light flashes.

The pounced black shadow suddenly disintegrated, and the green-faced ghost king in yellow covered his eyes and dodged in embarrassment.

When the white light faded, the ghost king slowly lowered his claws, glanced fearfully at the white beads flying in the air, and stared coldly at King Jin with his blood-red pupils.

"The brat is very courageous, but... you are looking for a dead end!"

The corners of the ghost king in yellow's mouth grinned, revealing his fangs. Before he could finish speaking, it turned into a cloud of cold mist and dispersed with the wind.

King Jin, who had been staring at the Ghost King vigilantly, shouted again without even thinking about it: "Look at my magic weapon!"

Another ball of white light flashed past.

Pfft, beside the young boy with golden pupils, a group of black shadows flashed past.

"Damn!"

A black shadow flashed from the other side, covering his bloodshot eyes with hatred on his face, but he was also afraid of Baizhu.

"huh, huh"

The ghost king in yellow was panting heavily, staring at the little boy with golden pupils, his fangs were grinding.

"It's just a small magic weapon, I'll see how long you can be proud! Don't forget, this is Yin soil!"

The Ghost King yelled, and yanked off the yellow robe, and flung it in the air. The yellow robe stretched and swelled, flying over the head of the little boy with golden pupils.

"Wow!"

A shrill howl sounded, and countless white bones and blood claws broke out from the yellow robe and pulled towards the young boy with golden pupils.

King Jin was shocked, he quickly put away the white pearl, turned into golden light and fled away.

However, no matter where he fled, as long as he appeared, the yellow robe would appear in an instant.

Dodging the yellow robe in embarrassment again, King Jin glanced at the ghost king who was shrunk in the distance, seized the opportunity, took out the ancient Yazhang talisman, and shouted in a low voice:

"Ghosts and ghosts, listen to my orders, come quickly, and be driven by me!"

The sword-shaped jade talisman flashed a cyan divine light, and a cloud seal rune quietly emerged and disappeared, and then, an invisible magic power swayed into the void.

I don't know where, there is a deserted path, with a few sporadic cave grasses growing on the side of the path, and on both sides of the path, there is a cold mist, and ghosts and wolves howl in the mist.

"Don't be dazed, let's go!"

A cold scolding sounded, and a group of erratic ghosts approached from far away.

At the front of the line were two undercover servants in green robes, one carrying a paper lantern, and the other carrying a mourning stick.

"Hey, this Yin soil is really boring. After this errand, let's go back to the Yang world to play."

The errand, carrying the mourning stick, turned his head and shouted, glanced at the dull ghost, and muttered.

"Brother Ren, I'm already on a errand, it's better not to go to the mortal world."

The errand, who was carrying a lantern, shook his head in persuasion.

Brother Ren swung the mourning stick, chased away the ghosts floating in the mist, and said casually, "Yes, yes, accumulate merits earlier, so that my sister-in-law and niece can have a better pregnancy."

The errand carrying the lantern sighed, his face showing sorrow.

Brother Ren suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, so he quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Brother Song, have you heard the rumor about the Immortal Elder?"

Brother Song, who was carrying the lantern, put away his sorrow, nodded and said: "I heard that the immortal leader seems to have obtained the most precious treasure of humanity, the Monument of King Yu."

Brother Ren said with a smile: "Tell me, if the Immortal Chief has such merits and treasures, will he establish a government system?"

"Why, if the Immortal Elder opens the mansion, do you want to go and seek refuge?" Brother Song looked at the servant who was carrying a mourning stick, pursed his lips, and showed a hint of a smile.

"Of course I want to, we have received the kindness of the immortal elder"

That brother Ren laughed loudly, just after he said half a sentence, he suddenly felt an invisible spiritual force swaying, and a voice suddenly sounded in his heart:
"Ghosts and ghosts, listen to my orders, come quickly, and be driven by me!"

Then, the ghost turned around involuntarily, looked in one direction, and moved his legs instinctively.

"what is this?!"

The ghost was shocked, and went to look at his companion in a panic, but saw that brother Song was also stiff, walking side by side with him holding a lantern.

"This is the imperial edict spell!"

Brother Song took a deep breath, shook the lantern quickly, cast a bright green light to cover the ghosts, and then quickly said to his companion:

"No need to panic, you and I will follow orders."

(End of this chapter)