SFS Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Hell.
Yama Hall.
The most famous Yan Luo Wang among the Ten Halls of Yama, wearing a crown and court clothes, leaning on his head with one hand, was half lying on the couch, admiring a group of girls singing and dancing in the open space in front of the desk.
From time to time, Yan Luowang patted his knees with his fingers, looking for a rhythm.
As the current Journey to the West period, the person in charge of the underworld.
This King Yama, don't mention how comfortable the little life is.
Although, the current underworld is under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court.
He, King Yama, was only a subject of Zhang Bairen.
But, after all, the sky is high and the emperor is far away.
Even in the underworld, he can still be king and hegemony.
The saint is hidden.
The cloudy emperor retreated.
The ghost emperors of the five directions also roamed around.
It can be said.
In the underworld at this moment, he is the boss of Yan Luo Wang, and the others can't even rank as the second child.
Although there are King Qin Guang and others who are as famous as him, but after all, King Yama is Zhang Bairen's confidant.
"It's not good, Hades, the big thing is not good!"
At this moment, someone broke in, panicking.
The little ghost who came to report broke the tranquility and didn't seem to pay attention to what was wrong with him. He just pointed behind him and stammered: "Kill...Kill came in!"
Because of being too excited, the incident happened suddenly, making it difficult for this little devil to speak.
Get up.
Yan Luowang's eyes were fierce, and he was obviously displeased.
"No rules, no rules, flustered, how decent it is."
Majesty covered King Yama's face.
Afterwards, the Lord of Yama Palace asked, "Say, what's going on!"
"Tang Seng's second apprentice, Zhu Bajie, came in with a weapon."
The kid finally straightened his tongue.
"what?"
Yan Luo Wang almost fell off the couch.
The crown on the head was also messed up.
The sacred demeanor can no longer be maintained.
In the past, Sun Xingzhe made a lot of trouble.
Zhu Bajie is currently fighting the underworld alone.
How is this going.
Didn't Zhu Bajie go to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures with Tang Seng?
"Have you seen it clearly?" Yan Luo Wang hurriedly asked, "but Tang Seng's second apprentice, Zhu Bajie?"
Here.
There is no need for the kid to nod.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Several figures flew in.
boom!
boom!
The chopping board was smashed over.
The pillar was smashed down.
Even the ghost girls turned pale with fright, and fled around in panic.
A person wearing armor had strode in.
Long mouth and big ears.
The nine-toothed rake is carried on the right shoulder.
This person is not Zhu Bajie, who is it?
"King Yama, we meet again!" Zhu Bajie greeted coldly.
"It turns out that the marshal is here, Xiaosheng is welcome from afar, welcome from afar!"
King Yan Luo came around from behind the chopping board, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
Although, in the eyes of mortals, he is the king of Yama, but it also depends on who he is compared with.
Journey to the West team, none of them are easy to provoke.
Especially the former marshal of the canopy, who was the commander of the Fengdu ghost soldiers back then.
"Stop talking nonsense with me, take the book of life and death, let me see!"
Zhu Bajie cherishes words like gold.
How could King Yama dare to be negligent, and quickly asked his confidant judge to fetch stacks of life and death books.
Crash.
Books were scattered all over the place.
Raising his hand to knock down the book of life and death, Zhu Bajie snorted: "I'm not talking about that, it's the real book of life and death, the book of life and death written in the ground!"
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Pansi Ridge.
between mountains and rivers.
The Drifting Monk with a skull hanging on his chest was a little restless, pacing up and down in place.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
The Drifting Monk I saw walked up to the Sun Wukong who was basking in the sun, bent down, first called out senior brother, and then said: "Second senior brother has been away for so long and hasn't come back, it must be something wrong!"
It's just that Drifting didn't know.
More than just an accident.
And something big happened.
Zhu Bajie took over from Monkey King, and now he is making a fuss in the underworld!
Get up.
Sun Wukong waved his hand: "Junior Brother Sha, be safe and don't be impatient! It's not like you don't know the idiot's temper. In my old grandson's opinion, it's probably impossible to tell where to sleep!"
"The master left and didn't come back, and the second senior brother left and didn't come back. It's really worrying!" Drifting shook his hands like this, and sighed from time to time.
Just when Drifting's words fell to the ground.
Footsteps sounded.
"It's Master, Master is back!"
A carp stood up, and Monkey King had already got up.
you do not say.
I saw a person walking not far away.
If it's not Tang Seng, who is it?
It's just that Tang Seng, who is wearing cassock, looks listless now, as if he has lost his soul.
It doesn't seem like an exaggeration to describe it as a walking dead.
"Master is back."
The Drifting Monk is very good at coming, and immediately stepped forward to help him.
After helping Tang Seng to sit down, Drifting asked him warmly.
It's just that Tang Seng, who was sullen, didn't make a sound.
This made Monkey King and Monk Sha puzzled.
Master, what's wrong.
Going out for a while, it's like losing your soul.
Could it be that I was frightened by encountering a monster?
Thinking of this, Drifting invited Sun Wukong aside: "Brother, Master, it seems that something is not quite right."
In fact, there is no need for Drifting nonsense.
Anyone with a discerning eye can also see that there must be something tricky in it.
Tang Seng, who has lost his soul, has returned, but no one knows where his soul has gone.
At this moment, Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty is very preoccupied.
A heart is filled.
Until now, Xu Fengnian's words not long ago are still echoing in his mind and ears.
"Could it be, is the poor monk really wrong?"
Tang Seng muttered to himself.
"Master has spoken."
Sun Wukong leaped to Tang Seng's side, obviously careless, and didn't hear what Tang Seng said just now.
"Master, are you alright?"
It was Drifting who asked.
At this moment, Tang Seng finally came to his senses.
Looked up.
Looking at his two apprentices, Tang Seng didn't even notice that one of them was missing. He opened his mouth and said after a while, "Disciples, this scripture, as a master, I think it's better not to take it!"
Sun Wukong: "..."
Monk Sha: "..."