I, the poor monk Tang San, buried the sky, buried the earth, buried all living beings

"Chechi Kingdom?"

Looking at the city gate before him, Tang Ku suddenly felt a sense of emotion. "Back when I was seeking the scriptures, my disciples and I battled three demon immortals here. In the end, they suffered the consequences and died tragically. At the time, I thought Wukong had gone too far. Now, thinking about it, it seems like it happened only a few days ago. It's so vivid!"

"I've heard that before!"

Yang Jian looked at the people coming and going in the city gate, and suddenly for a moment he felt that he was standing outside the South Gate of Heaven. The prosperous scene and the faintly flowing dragon energy made him feel a little fascinated.

"Could it be that the Nantianmen has moved here?"

He shook his head, throwing away the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, and continued, "Those three monsters weren't actually very evil, but they were too greedy after all. Although they were in the Taoist sect, they had no mercy. If the Great Sage really wanted to kill them, he could have just hit them with a stick. Betting with them was already giving them a chance to survive, but they chose to go down the road of death."

Nezha and the Bull Demon King, who had transformed into a human form, exchanged glances, and Nezha suddenly frowned slightly. Then he heard Nezha say, "Brother Zhenjun, are you distracted?"

Things like distraction may happen to some ordinary immortals and gods, but it will never happen to Yang Jian.

When the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts are perfected, both the body and the spirit are tempered like a body of diamond, and it is not common for the mind to be distracted.

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "No, I just thought of some past events and felt a little emotional."

Tang Ku had no experience in this, so he couldn't tell anything. Seeing that Yang Jian was unwilling to say anything, Nezha and Bull Demon King didn't want to embarrass themselves, so they stopped talking.

Behind him, Wuzhen changed into a new monk's robe. Ao Lie grabbed her sleeve and looked at the surrounding scenery with curiosity, as if everything he saw was new.

Several of them were people with magical powers, so when they arrived at the city gate, they walked in without waiting for the soldiers at the gate to question them, while the soldiers guarding the city were stunned, as if they didn't see them go in at all.

The streets are bustling with people coming and going, it is very lively.

Various local specialty snacks and small businesses are set up on the streets.

Among them, there was a shop selling scallion oil meat pie which was very popular. When our Dragon King's Third Prince came there, he couldn't walk anymore and kept pestering the shop to buy some pie. Fortunately, Tang Ku had no shortage of gold and silver. With the gifts from the Queen of the Kingdom of Women and King Tang, he never lacked money to spend.

Along the way, they bought a lot of snacks and toys. If Nezha hadn't had someone carrying him in a bag, they would have been exhausted to death even if they were gods.

Of course, this is a bit of an exaggeration, but they did find that the tiredness of taking care of a child is the tiredness of the heart!

However, the cultivation of these people was not that of simple characters, and they soon discovered that this country... was actually something wrong.

The entire country, from top to bottom, was filled with a vibrant atmosphere, and all the people's faces were filled with happy smiles. For no apparent reason, several people felt a chill, especially Wu Zhen, who was extremely sensitive to people's hearts, and felt a deep sense of discomfort.

Speaking of which, this peaceful scene is exactly the scene of a country where people live and work in peace and prosperity. But can you imagine that there are people coming and going on the streets, from high-ranking officials to peddlers... whether they are small vendors, ruffians, or even beggars in the corner, all have satisfied smiles on their faces.

If begging can make him happy, it only means that he earns a lot of money every day, which is not only enough to support himself but also has a little surplus.

However, these people were not only pale and thin, but also wore ragged, dirty and torn clothes, and even the porcelain bowls they used to beg had countless holes in them.

In this situation, it would be really weird to still feel happy!

More than just the atmosphere!

As the few of them passed through the main road of the city, at least twenty people had already noticed them and were looking at them with vigilance.

Of course, if they were ordinary patrolling soldiers or government officials, it would be normal for them to be wary of outsiders, but... they were just waiters in restaurants, water porters on the street, fruit sellers, and drugstore clerks.

It was as if these mortals could see through their origins, making them feel more and more creepy...Except for the little foodie friend Ao Lie, almost everyone felt this strange and awkward feeling.

Especially Yang Jian, his feelings seemed to be stronger than anyone else. The aura around him made him feel as if he had come to some immortal residence in the fairyland, but when he concentrated, he seemed to have returned to the human world.

"Something's wrong..." Tang Ku quickened his pace, his forehead turned into the shape of a river, and he led everyone towards the direction of the imperial palace. Generally speaking, if there is anything strange in a country's capital, it is inseparable from the imperial palace.

"Do you feel it?"

Standing at the gate of the palace, the Bull Demon King shrugged his nose, frowned slightly, and said, "I seem to smell the scent of immortal energy... Hmm, the kind of pure immortal energy that only the immortals in the immortal world can possess!"

Several people looked at each other but did not answer. In fact, although they could feel the unusual aura, it was not as obvious as that of the Bull Demon King. After all, he was born in the demon clan and was more sensitive to these fairy auras.

"This military officer..."

Tang Ku, without a second thought, walked directly to the leader of the guards, clasped his hands together and said, "I am Tang Sanzang, the monk who sought the scriptures back then. Today, I am visiting my hometown again and come to pay a visit to His Majesty the King of Chechi State. I hope you will pass on the message!"

The guard leader was startled and hurriedly clasped his fists, saying, "So it's the Holy Monk, the Emperor's brother from the Great Tang Dynasty, who has arrived. I'm so sorry for the disrespect! I'll go and tell him right away, right away!"

As he spoke, the chief of the guards actually ran to the gate himself and delivered the message inside.

Tang Ku was stunned. Nezha couldn't help but wonder, "Why is it that the leader of the guards treated the holy monk so kindly, as if he were a relative?"

"Haha, this young man doesn't know that the Holy Monk once passed through our Chechi Kingdom and eliminated those three monsters. Our country is now enjoying good weather and peace, and half of the credit goes to the Holy Monk!" Another guard chuckled. "Everyone in our country is grateful to the Holy Monk. In recent months, the new emperor has ascended the throne and has praised the Holy Monk's deeds highly, making the news known throughout the country!"

Everyone suddenly realized what was going on. Only Tang Ku frowned slightly. He turned to look at the only soldier who was watching him warily, a look of doubt on his face. He thought to himself, "Could it be that the old king has passed away? I remember that although he was quite old, he was still in good health!"