Martial Arts: Immortality Begins from The Deer and the Cauldron

Chapter 1102 The king of the Wuji Kingdom complained of injustice in the middle of the night

"Master Qin, what treasure do you want to give to this poor monk?"

Tang Sanzang's eyes shone, and he became even more excited. A clear light flashed in Qin Ran's hand, and a beautiful scroll appeared, which he handed to Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang was like a curious baby. He was about to open it on the spot, but was stopped by Qin Ran.

Tang Sanzang raised his head with a puzzled look on his face, and Qin Ran said with an embarrassed expression: "Master, after all, this is a solemn and solemn Buddhist temple. There are countless Buddha statues looking at it here. You should go back to your room secretly and look at it yourself."

Tang Sanzang vaguely realized what it was and became even more excited, his fat face turning slightly red.

Tang Sanzang and Qin Ran hid aside and muttered for a long time. Sun Wukong looked at the red-faced Tang Sanzang holding an album in his hand, and asked suspiciously: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Ahem, um, Amitabha, my teacher just had a meal, which consumed a lot of energy and made me feel very weak, so I went back to my room to rest."

Tang Sanzang was a little embarrassed and quickly hid the album behind his back.

The old monk had already arranged the room. The young monk led the way, followed by Tang Sanzang, who hurriedly walked to the guest room.
  Tang Sanzang was extremely excited after returning to the room. He couldn't wait to open the album and read it carefully. The long night was long and he had no intention of sleeping. Tang Sanzang, a great monk of the generation, stayed up to read at night.

Unknowingly, the wind was blowing outside the window, the branches were swaying, the leaves were falling, and the stars were dim.
  Tang Sanzang watched so intently that he didn't notice at all.

"Master, master."

Outside the guest room, shouts came from Suiyueyue.

In the room next to him, Qin Ran opened his eyes, with a smile on his lips. He flicked his palms, and a clear light emerged. A barrier appeared outside the house, and Tang Sanzang's body was also covered by a clear light.

The King of the Wuji Kingdom, who was filled with resentment because of his innocent death, was a little confused at the moment. He shouted for a long time, but why was there no movement at all? Did this holy monk from the Tang Dynasty sleep like this?
  However, the hatred of giving away the hat is irreconcilable. At this moment, the true king pinned all his hopes on Tang Sanzang, since Tang Sanzang can't come out. He entered the room and woke him up.

After making up his mind, the ghost of the true king wandered into the guest room from the outside.

However, after the king entered, he saw Tang Sanzang holding a volume of books and reading at night. The king was instantly moved and full of admiration for Tang Sanzang.
  He is indeed an eminent monk! He was reading Buddhist scriptures at night, no matter how dim the light was, he was so attentive. Even though he had been shouting for so long, he was still stunned.

"Holy monk, holy monk."

The king stood in front of the door and shouted twice more, but Tang Sanzang still didn't move. He smacked his lips in return and read the book intently with transparent saliva hanging on his face.

The king soon discovered something was wrong. Why was this eminent monk so strange? He blushed and his neck was thick while reading a book, and his mouth was almost drooling. Is this Buddhist scripture really so attractive?
  The king floated up to Tang Sanzang with curiosity, looked at the book in his hand, and was stunned.

What did the holy monk see? Liu Beiwen? Is this something a monk can see? Are you sure this is an eminent monk from the Tang Dynasty?
  The king was full of doubts in his heart. Can this guy really help me? While the king was stunned, the saliva from the corner of Tang Sanzang's mouth completely flowed down, and with a splat, the book was wet.

Tang Sanzang panicked, quickly threw up his monk's robe, and started wiping it.     “Ah, my picture!“

This scene was so impactful. He was a ghost standing in front of the monk, but the guy didn't notice it.

This guy is white, fat, and has a wretched look on his face. He is actually a holy monk from the Tang Dynasty? Could it be true?
  King Wuji felt that his outlook on life was collapsing. He had never seen such a monk before. He was not sanctimonious and had a compassionate look on his face.

Could it be that these are the true colors of those monks, and the appearances they show in front of others are all fake?
  But it was useless to think about it. If he didn't ask for help from the monk in front of him, he would really have nothing to do. After all, after the monster turned into him and took the throne, his ability to govern the country was still very powerful.

In the past few years, the Wuji Kingdom has been in good condition under his governance, and the people have no worries about food and clothing. Everyone in the country loves and respects this king. If he were to seek help from people in the Wuji Kingdom now, no one would pay any attention to him, and they might even file a complaint against the false king, and then it would be all over.

And now he only has a soul left. If the group of bald donkeys in the royal temple see him, they will either run away or give him salvation, so his only hope now is to seek help from the monk in front of him.

It happened that he learned from King Jinglong that a monk from the Tang Dynasty was passing through the Wuji Kingdom on his way to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. He wanted to change the customs clearance documents and enter the palace to meet the saint.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
  But the King of Wuji Kingdom had been shouting outside for a long time, but this guy didn't react at all. The most important thing was the wretched expression on his face. He didn't look like a reliable person.

Can this guy really help himself? The king of Wuji Kingdom fell into deep thought.

But when he thought that the monster had occupied his throne, that all the concubines in the palace belonged to him, and that his son also called the monster father, the king of the Wuji Kingdom trembled with anger.

Moreover, I thought that I had called this guy a brother and had great trust in him. But this monster murdered him in the blink of an eye and took over his kingdom and harem. This kind of deep hatred is absolutely unbearable.

The Wuji King, who was getting more and more irritable, thought of this and became a little careless. He didn't care if this guy was a holy monk from the Tang Dynasty? Whether he was reliable or not, he should be alarmed first.

"Master, master!"

The King of Wuji Kingdom lay down next to Tang Sanzang's ear and shouted loudly. Tang Sanzang was finally alarmed. He raised his head with saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly saw a burly man with an extremely pale complexion and dripping wet body, like a drowned ghost.

Tang Sanzang's eyes widened and his saliva drooled down. He was surprised for three seconds at first, and then he screamed, "Ah! Mr. Qin, Wukong Monster! Monster!"

The king was confused. He didn't expect that this fat and white guy was so timid. If he kept shouting like this, I'm afraid the monks in the entire temple would be alarmed by him. They quickly advised: "Holy monk, please don't do it." Panic, I am not a monster, nor a ghost."

Tang Sanzang shouted for a long time, but no one outside responded. He finally calmed down, endured his fear, and said with suspicion on his face:
  "You...are you telling the truth?"

The king of the Wuji Kingdom replied: "It is true. I dare not deceive the holy monk."

(End of this chapter)