Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 177 The King with Kidney Deficiency

Xuanzang and the others successfully moved into the inn. The inn was brightly lit, and most of them were passing merchants, dressed in different styles.

Everyone fell asleep and had nothing to say all night.

Early the next morning, Xuanzang took several disciples to the Huitong posthouse next to the king's city to apply to the officials there for changing the Guanwen, and met the king of the bhikkhu kingdom by the way.

Children's City is the name given by the people. On the surface, it is still called the Bhikkhu Kingdom. It's just that the people resent the king for taking the people's sons, so they spread this name privately.

The application for the Huitong post office was quickly passed on to the national head's desk. Because the king was seriously ill these days, all the big and small affairs of the bhikkhu country were entrusted to the national head to act as the government agent.

Seeing the content of the document, the head of the state was overjoyed. He knew that Tang Seng, who was rumored in the demon world to live forever by eating a piece of meat, had come, so he marked it with a red pen and quickly arranged a meeting with Tang Seng.

First, a large group of soldiers came outside the gate of the Huitong Posthouse, and surrounded the Tongtong Posthouse, making the people along the street panic, thinking that they were catching some fugitives.

The soldiers gave way to a wide road, and a general in full armor came in, and with a cold face, he personally invited Xuanzang and his disciples to the palace for a banquet.

The head of the country awakened the king with a heart-strengthening pill, giving him some strength to meet the foreign guests.

"Master, this bhikkhu king really values ​​us, and sent so many soldiers to escort us!" Xiong Likui buzzed from behind.

Xuanzang smiled, and then pointedly said: "Maybe it's because we are afraid that we will run away!"

"Could it be that there are monsters in this bhikkhu country who have thoughts about Master?"

"Ham, Junior Brother Xiong, let's go to the palace and see!"

"Well, big brother is right!"

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The four masters and apprentices were guarded by the soldiers and entered the royal city. The streets inside the royal city were bleak, and there was a sense of resentment in the air.

Xuanzang calculated with his fingers, and he knew that the white deer spirit had killed many famous ministers and generals, and created a miasma in the bhikkhu kingdom.

The royal palace is composed of a group of resplendent and resplendent palaces. In front of it is the political hall, and on both sides are several palaces for receiving foreign guests or holding palace dinners.

Xuanzang and his party were directly taken into the 'Lingfa Hall', which is a palace bestowed by the king to the father-in-law. It is only separated from the harem by a wall and is located behind the political hall.

There are various entertainment places between the palaces, such as wine ponds and meat groves, leopard house fighting arenas, etc., all set up by the head of the country, and the livelihood in them is naturally not for outsiders, so they are all covered by curtains.

The Lingfa Hall is filled with delicacies and fairy fruits, and there are slim maids serving on both sides. As soon as I entered the hall, I asked for a hint of rouge.

At the top, there is a dragon bed, and the bead curtain hangs down, making it difficult to see the scene inside.

On the first seat under the dragon bed, an old Taoist sat cross-legged. It took Xuanzang a long time to learn before he slowly opened his eyes.

I saw him wearing a light yellow nine-tin cloud brocade gauze scarf on his head, a plum agarwood silk crane cloak with a chopstick top, a blue three-strand fleece belt wrapped around his waist, and a pair of hemp sutra Ge Weiyun head shoes on his feet. There is a nine-section withered rattan panlong walking stick.

He has a childlike face with white hair, long eyebrows past his ears, and golden fireworks shining in his eyes.

From the looks of it, people feel that this is a true cultivator who has attained the Tao.

"The poor monk Xuanzang has seen His Majesty the King!"

There was a slight coughing sound from above the dragon bed, followed by a sharp gasp, "Monk, excuse me!"

Xuanzang raised his eyes and saw through the bead curtain directly. There was a skinny old man on the dragon bed, and he was waving his hands and feet at a fox spirit.

I was very surprised at the moment, it was really a knife on the prefix of the word 'color'!
The king of the bhikkhu kingdom is already dying of illness, yet he still has the mind to do something about it. He just doesn't know how to write the word 'death'.

"Holy Monk, the king is seriously ill and needs to talk less, so let the head of the country come to receive the holy monk!" The head of the country got up from his seat, and he couldn't help looking up and down Xuanzang, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

Tang Seng is in front of me!
As long as he eats a piece of his meat, the road can be expected!

Heartbroken like a cat scratching his head, the head of the state quickly walked over and grabbed Xuanzang's arm, and said with a kind smile, "Holy monk, take your seat quickly, I have prepared a sumptuous meal for you!"

Several people were seated one after another, and many hot and delicious dishes were served on the table. In front of Xuanzang was a vegetarian dish made of various rice noodles, which looked delicious.

Guozhang's table is a combination of meat and vegetables, and there are many hard meat dishes made from various livestock.

"Holy monk, it must be difficult and difficult to come from the Tang Dynasty, right?" The head of the state took a bite of fish, then put down his chopsticks, and asked enthusiastically to Xuanzang who was sitting next to him.

Xuanzang ate the deep-fried gluten with root fragrance, and thought the taste was good, but it lacked some salty and spicy taste. When he heard Bailujing come to ask for warmth, he also put his chopsticks on the side of the chopsticks, and said, "Difficult and difficult? The poor monk is not good. I feel difficult, the scenery along the way is beautiful, and there are enthusiastic benefactors to welcome me at every place, so it is not considered difficult.”

"I heard that there are tigers, leopards, wolves, monsters, ghosts, and ghosts along the way from the Tang Dynasty to my country of Bhikkhu. Didn't the holy monk encounter them?" The head of the state continued to ask, as if he wanted to find out if Sun Wukong's ability was as it was in the legend.

"Tigers, leopards, wolves, and worms are mostly cute, and demons and ghosts are also very enthusiastic. They all have Buddha nature. After meeting the poor monk, they insisted on talking about Buddhism together. They all understood the philosophy of demons in the discussion, and then determined to go to the west to become a Buddha. .”

Xuanzang responded casually, without seeing the weird expression on the national head's face after hearing it.

Looking at the golden fried gluten on the plate, Xuanzang fumbled out a pack of sweet sauce tomato juice prepared by Sun Wukong, and then sprinkled it with cumin powder and chili noodles, and suddenly a strange flavor filled the hall.

After Xuanzang stirred it evenly, he picked up a piece of gluten and put it into his mouth. It was immediately crispy and fragrant, leaving a lingering fragrance on his mouth. With the addition of cumin and chili to remove greasy effects, the taste was excellent.

Seeing this novel way of eating, Monkey King hurried over to pick up his chopsticks, then his monkey eyes widened and he looked at Xuanzang in shock.

"This kind of vegetarian food can become so delicious, it seems that my grandson still needs to learn a lot in cooking!"

When Sun Wukong sighed inwardly, Zhu Bajie had already squeezed over brazenly, smiled, bowed to Xuanzang, and then wanted to take away the plate of gluten.

"Boom!"

Sun Wukong punched Zhu Bajie directly on the head, "Idiot, you want to grab Master's bowl, are you tired of work?"

Zhu Bajie felt a little pain from being hit, and returned to his seat covering his head.

Sun Wukong touched the beads on his waist, then also took out sweet sauce tomato juice and cumin powder chili noodles, and adjusted the gluten in his own bowls, including those of the two juniors.

Zhu Bajie was a little unhappy after being hammered, but when he saw Monkey King helping him make a bowl of the same gluten, a bright smile burst out on his face.

"Brother Monkey is still good to my old pig!"

That's right, as soon as this bastard came up, he immediately forgot who hit him just now!

(End of this chapter)