strictlysupreme Chapter 625: Trouble! Trouble!
Chapter 625: Trouble! Trouble!
Sun Wukong's flaming eyes swept across the messy alchemy room, and then glanced at the purple-gold thunder bell - Shen Jia'an was being "delivered" by the black bird, his whole body wrapped in crackling purple-gold lightning and being "tempered", just like a quail struck by lightning.
"Tsk! These troubles keep happening one after another, there's no peace at all!" The monkey scratched his furry chin irritably, his usual playful smile gone, replaced by a rare serious look.
He flashed his figure, rode on his somersault cloud and followed. He knew clearly in his heart: although the Eight Trigrams Furnace of Laojun was a treasure nugget refined by Laojun with the Eight Trigrams Furnace, it was very strong, but it was probably not strong enough to deal with the "dirty things" left by the void demons like Nyarlathotep, and it would not be able to withstand it!
But when Sun Wukong tumbled into the inner hall of Tushita Palace and saw the two people in the center of the formation diagram with his own eyes, even though he was a great sage who had seen a lot of storms, the 13,500-jin Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand trembled and almost flew out of his hand and hit the beam of Laojun's house.
How could the Emperor Xuanyuan before him still have the aura of the former peak who ruled over the world and had divine power as powerful as a prison?
What manifested here was clearly just a forcibly condensed soul shadow! In order to penetrate the turbulent flow of the Void Abyss and retrieve Su Mohui, this soul was already exhausted and at the end of its strength!
Even more terrifying, Sun Wukong, with just one look from his fiery eyes, discovered that even the very essence of the eternal and indestructible godhead was riddled with tiny cracks! If he didn't quickly rescue him, not only would his divine power be restored, but his divine power would be completely destroyed.
The condition of Su Mohui, who he held in his arms, was even more alarming. Her flesh and blood, a mere lower-dimensional being, had already been riddled with holes after enduring the onslaught of the turbulent currents of the Void Abyss. Even more devastating was the contamination of the Cthulhu left behind by the madman Nayana.
The pollution left by the dark devil's claws was like a poisonous vine. It started from the shocking black handprint on her neck, crawled around, and invaded her eight extraordinary meridians!
If he doesn't wake up, not only will his physical body be lost, but even his original soul will be completely corroded and destroyed by this chaos, and he will be doomed!
When Taishang Laojun saw the miserable plight of the two men, even though he was used to seeing strong winds and waves, the flexible tail of the whisk in his hand trembled silently twice.
Even the lingering sound of the purple-gold thunder bell that cleanses all the evil in the heavens, and the purple sky divine thunder that specifically destroys all evil, cannot do anything to the strange stains entangled on these two people!
"It's a disaster! It's a disaster!" Laojun's white beard trembled with anxiety. He turned his head suddenly and shouted at Yang Jian, whose face was ashen, and Sun Wukong, who had just arrived, "You two! What are you still standing there for? Go if you can—"
"Hurry and invite the Medicine King! Medicine Master Liuliguang Tathagata Buddha! The star official on duty at the Heavenly Hospital! And the old South Pole Longevity Star! Hurry! Hurry! If you delay, something bad will happen!"
As he roared, he never stopped making hand gestures, and pure purple Tushita Qi was injected into the Xiantian Bagua formation diagram under his feet, barely stabilizing the two people's shaky lives.
He hurriedly bowed to Xuanyuan Shaoze, who still had a trace of clarity in his mind, and said, "Emperor! Keep your mind steady! Don't move an inch! I'll be back soon!"
Before he finished speaking, Laojun's fat body turned into a ray of light and disappeared in the hall with a "whoosh"
These two were the key to the restoration of the Chinese Empire! They absolutely could not fail! He had to go personally and ask for the help of the savior, Guanyin Bodhisattva. It would be even better if he could ask the Queen Mother of the West to intervene!
Fortunately... it was thanks to Su Yatou and Shen Jiaan who had previously restarted the introduction to the Cyber Heaven in the Ninth Heaven. Now most of the souls of these old guys have returned, saving us the effort of searching all over the world for them.
Sun Wukong was the most impatient. After receiving the order, he somersaulted out of the Tushita Palace at lightning speed! Even his somersault cloud was almost smoking under his urging.
After a while, he grabbed the arm of the Southern Pole Immortal with his left hand and the pale-faced Heavenly Doctor Star Officer with his right hand. He rushed back on a cloud in a hurry, urging them: "Hurry, hurry! Old birthday star! Star Officer! Take a look! It's urgent!"
Xuanyuan Shaoze looked up with some fatigue.
The old man carried back by the monkey had a forehead as round and plump as a longevity peach. He was none other than the Immortal of the South Pole. He had white hair and a youthful face, unlike the short old men depicted in mortal worldly picture books. He was incredibly tall, almost nine feet (about 1.9 meters)!
His silver hair was casually tied into a small bun at the back of his head with a jade hairpin, and his snow-white beard hung down to his chest. At this moment, it was pulled by the monkey and flew over, fluttering violently in the wind.
He was wearing a wide and flowing crane cloak with a pure white silk satin base, embroidered with dark golden auspicious cloud patterns and a large ancient seal character for "Shou". A green silk ribbon was tied around his waist with a mutton-fat jade pendant that symbolized longevity, depicting a pine and crane.
In his hand, he leaned on a thousand-year-old peach wood cane, entwined with a coiled dragon and patinated with lustrous patina. The gemstones inlaid in the dragon's eyes sparkled, and the whole cane exuded a gentle, lingering breath of life.
Xuanyuan Shaoze's eyes were dazed for a moment. He had been in the mortal world for many years and had heard so much about the image of the short and kind old man in the legends that he was almost influenced by him. But now he saw that he was a world apart from the old man!
The thought flashed through his mind, and he secretly bit his tongue, forcing himself to look aside. The image of the Celestial Doctor Star Officer matched the role he remembered.
It wasn't a single deity, but rather a group of priests known as the "Heavenly Hospital," overseeing medicine and fortune-telling. This time, two of them accompanied the birthday star, each clad in moon-white celestial robes, their corners embroidered with crosses of medicine and star patterns in dark blue silk, signifying their power to harmonize yin and yang and reverse life and death.
The astrologer in front wore an exquisite jade crown inlaid with numerous night-shining pearls, his face solemn. In his left hand, he held a translucent glass medicine bottle filled with emerald green spiritual fluid. In his right hand, he raised a yellowed jade scroll of medical texts, emitting the fragrance of ancient medicine.
The star official at the back wore only a plain square scarf on his head, the same moon-white robe, and carried a purple bamboo medicine basket on his back. Xuanyuan Shaoze's sharp eyes could even clearly see the neatly stacked, shimmering silver needles, Bianstones, and other medical instruments within the basket.
As soon as the monkey put the Nanji Immortal Mang down, he flashed to Xuanyuan Shaoze's side. He concentrated and held his breath, carefully observing Xuanyuan Shaoze's face full of cracks.