[Tsk, tsk.]
[Amitabha Buddha never expected this outcome, did he?]
[After all, in the original course of events, our Old Pig went down into the well to carry out the corpse. But now, Little White Dragon Ao Lie planted a willow without meaning to, and it grew into shade—he got the Well Dragon King to carry the corpse up himself.]
The Heavenly Venerates in the Three Pure Ones Hall all nodded.
Their former selves would never have paid any attention to a Well Dragon King.
He occupied the very lowest rung even within the Dragon Clan.
Yet now, just such a tiny change had triggered a chain reaction.
The Well Dragon King had become a variable in Amitabha Buddha's script. To thank Little White Dragon, he had personally brought the king's corpse up.
This completely bypassed the part where Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and the others retrieved the corpse.
Without anyone realizing it, he had done the Preaching Squad a tremendous favor.
Tang Sanzang slowly stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the slumbering corpse.
He reached out and lightly touched the king's brow with a fingertip.
A fine thread of Dao power entered the body, instantly revealing its condition to him.
"Just as I thought."
Tang Sanzang withdrew his hand, his expression calm but certain.
"Though this king's soul remains, his life force has long since been extinguished."
"His appearance has remained unchanged only thanks to the protection of the Well Dragon King's Beauty-Preserving Pearl."
"But the Beauty-Preserving Pearl can only keep a corpse from decaying. It cannot bring him back to life."
Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow at this.
Tang Sanzang nodded, his gaze deep.
"There is only one thing that can save him."
"The Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill."
Zhu Bajie's eyes suddenly lit up at the name.
"Looks like