The old Taoist smiled slightly and said, "Save a life better than building a seven-level pagoda! A fairy grass can save a life, which is worth the money."

"Okay, idiot, don't interfere with others in saving people!" Sun Wukong said and pulled Zhu Bajie over.

Tang Monk clasped his hands together and bowed to the old Taoist with a smile and said, "Daozhen, please help me!"

"Okay!" The old Taoist who smiled slightly and nodded, stepped forward and placed the Resurrection Grass in front of the mouth of the king of Wuji Kingdom's corpse. The next moment, the Resurrection Grass directly turned into a stream of light and entered his body from his mouth.

A faint light flashed all over his body, and soon the body of the king of Wuji Kingdom regained its vitality, his skin became rosy, and his eyebrows trembled and opened his eyes lightly.

The King of Wuji Kingdom, who flashed a hint of doubt, stood up and saluted Tang Seng and the old Taoist in surprise and excitement: "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Taoist Master for helping you!"

"Your Majesty is so generous!" Tang Seng hurriedly returned the favor.

The old Taoist also smiled and said politely: "Your Majesty, your life is not over, so there is no need to be too polite!"

"Old Taoist, who is the sacred place you are? Since you are here to save Your Majesty, you must have some understanding of that monster?" Sun Wukong looked at the old Taoist with a slight flash of eyes and asked.

The old Taoist smiled faintly and nodded: "I do understand something! You will know tomorrow morning when you go to the palace!"

As he said that, the old Taoist did not wait for Sun Wukong to say more, and then turned into a breeze with the little Taoist priest and left.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong couldn't help frowning slightly.

"It's mysterious!" Zhu Bajie couldn't help but mutter: "I don't know what's the origin!"

...

The next morning, Tang Monk and his four men took the disguised king to the capital of the Black Chicken King.

When he arrived at the capital, he entered the palace and saw the fake king. The real king showed his true appearance and immediately shocked the fake king.

The false king who knew that the exposed one wanted to escape, but was caught up by Sun Wukong. After a fierce battle in the air, the false king who was somewhat defeated fell and turned into Tang Monk.

If the fake king had some magical powers, Sun Wukong could not distinguish his illusion of Tang Monk.

"Damn it!" Sun Wukong, who was gritting his teeth and frustrated, was helpless for a moment.

However, Zhu Bajie came up with an idea to ask Tang Seng to recite the tight spell of the real and fake spell. What he didn't know was naturally fake.

Although Sun Wukong was angry that Zhu Bajie's idea was bad, he could not do it for the time being, so he had to do so.

Although the idea was bad, the effect was good, and I immediately distinguished the truth and the false.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng's three brothers surrounded the fake king and beat him. The fake king was attacked by Bajie Sha Seng's palladium sticks. Sun Wukong smiled and said, "I want to go again and beat him in person, but he is a little afraid of me, just afraid that he will leave again. When my old Sun jumps higher, he will beat him with garlic, and he will be defeated."

The great saint Zongxiang light rose in the sky, and was about to take a ruthless move, but he saw a colorful cloud in the northeast direction, shouting: "Sun Wukong, don't do it!"

When Sun Wukong looked back, it turned out to be Manjushri Bodhisattva. He rushed to put his stick and bowed, "Bodhisattva, where are you going?"

Manjushri said: "I'll take this monster for you."

Sun Wukong was stunned and immediately thanked: "I'm so worried about the Bodhisattva!"

The Bodhisattva took out a treasure mirror from his sleeve and reflected on the monster's original body. Sun Wukong called Bajie and Sha Sengqin came to see the Bodhisattva. He looked at the mirror and saw the fake king's body illusion and turned into a beast:

The eyes are like glass cups, the head is like a fried jar. The whole body is full of indigo, the claws are nine autumn frost. The two ears are tied, and the broom is long. The green hair is sharp, and the red eyes are golden. The plaque is lined with jade plates, and the round beard is strong. The truth is seen in the mirror, and it is originally a lion king of Manjushri.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but say, "Bodhisattva, this is a green-haired lion you sat down, but how can you become a spirit in the future? You won't conquer him?"

Manjushri Bodhisattva hurriedly said, "Wukong, he has never left, he was sent by the Buddha's will."

Sun Wukong said in surprise: "This animal became a spirit, invaded the throne, and sent it under the Buddha's order. It was like the old Sun protecting Tang Seng from suffering, so he should receive a few imperial edicts!"
Chapter completed!