Journey to the West: The Rise of Martial Arts

Chapter 295
Xuanzang tidied up his attire and headed all the way to the palace of the Zhuzi Kingdom. Since leaving the Tang Dynasty, he had been to the palaces of various foreign countries along the way, but it seems that the Zhuzi Kingdom is so magnificent and magnificent. Or, it's the first time I've seen it.

The king has been lying in bed for a long time, and what he looks forward to every day is that an eminent monk and a great virtue will pass by here, so that he can be diagnosed for him. Now he suddenly heard that the eminent monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty came to change the customs clearance document. Overjoyed, he immediately issued a decree and summoned him.

When Xuanzang came to the bottom of the steps and prostrated himself, the king saw the extraordinary bearing of the monk, and his heart was overjoyed. He announced that he would be seated in the Golden Hall, and ordered Guanglu Temple to hold a feast for him.

Xuanzang remembered the business, thanked him calmly, and first closed the document.

After the king looked through it, he knew that the monk was not lying. From east to west, the seals of various countries on the document showed that this monk who was able to walk all the way to Zhuzi Kingdom safely must be an eminent monk with extraordinary means.In addition to being happy, I also remembered the outstanding people in the Eastern Central Plains, and I yearned for it in my heart, so I asked.

Xuanzang didn't think much about it, he bowed his body and put his palms together. From the time when the Three Emperors ruled the world and the five emperors were separated from each other, all the way to Wei Zhengmeng slaying the dragon's body, he lit up the eyes of the king, as if a dying man caught him for help. Straw, grabbed Xuanzang's sleeve and sighed:
"Sincerity is a great country in the sky, the king is upright and the ministers are virtuous! It's like a widow who has been ill for a long time, but no minister came to save him. The eminent monk is merciful, and I hope to show mercy..."

Xuanzang felt a little unnatural when the king grabbed his sleeve. He was familiar with history books, so he didn't know the theory of short-sleeved peaches. It must be the strange disease caused by the kindness of Long Yang.A trembling, was worrying about how to make an excuse to get some distance away, but saw the Guanglu Temple official playing a request for fasting, as if he had received an amnesty.

Unexpectedly, the king looked at him more and more kindly, pulled his sleeves and ordered: "In the Pixiang Hall, set up my meal and share it with the mage."

Xuanzang was helpless, he could only dismantle the tricks and defend himself like a jade.

Fortunately, during the fasting meal, the king did not "invade" any further, but mentioned "long illness for a long time" repeatedly, and even made a promise to "divide the country equally and share the land", implying Xuanzang's rescue.Xuanzang was preconceived, but he ate a luxurious vegetarian meal without taste, pushing and pushing absent-mindedly.

After a long time, the king finally let go of his restraint, forced himself to sit upright, approached Xuanzang, and sighed weakly: "Don't be humble, holy monk..."

Xuanzang was so anxious that sweat broke out on his neck, "Your Majesty, the poor monk is really powerless..."

"Your Majesty!" At this moment, a minister hurried into the palace and knelt down in front of the king.

Xuanzang heaved a long sigh of relief after being relieved of his urgent need, thinking about changing the topic, he quickly found an opportunity to change the official document and slip away!
Unexpectedly, the official blurted out: "Your Majesty! The bulletin you posted was uncovered by Elder Sun who came from the Tang Dynasty!"

"Puff tom!" Xuanzang suddenly lost his seat, and fell to the ground with his whole body on his back.

Fortunately, at this time, the king was inexplicably surprised and asked the minister whether the matter was true or not, and he did not take advantage of the danger.

Xuanzang got up from the ground, sat down, and heard the king ask, "Holy Monk, is that Elder Sun..."

"He...he is the great apprentice of the poor monk..." Xuanzang was sweating on his forehead, and took the opportunity to distance himself from the king. , along the way, I saw him subduing demons, seeing him eliminate demons, but he didn't see him curing diseases and saving lives..."

This is the truth. I remember that when I just left Datang, the mountains were covered by heavy snow, and he had a cold. It was Ren Qinglian, a crappy doctor, who found herbal medicine for him to heal. At that time, no monkey showed any doctor. It is even more difficult to treat the intractable diseases related to the goodness of Longyang, "Wukong, it will hurt you to be a teacher now, and the king's illness has not been cured by then, so I must come to be a teacher." Top the cylinder..." For a while, he seemed to have seen those weird and miserable endings.

But the king didn't think much about it: "Since he is a disciple of the holy monk, he must have the wonderful medical skills of rejuvenation, and quickly spread it to Elder Sun to the palace..."

A wry smile appeared on Xuanzang's face, and the sweat dripped from between his brows: "Your Majesty, think twice, the disciples of the poor monk are all peasants, how can they know any medical skills? They must be stubborn by nature. I also ask His Majesty to take it back..."

The king was eager to save lives, but he couldn't hear Xuanzang's words: "The holy monk is humble again."

The minister next to him looked at Xuanzang with some doubts. It was early summer, and the weather was not so hot. He shook his head, feeling that these monks from the east were not normal, and said: " Reporting back to Your Majesty, Elder Sun, he...he said..." The minister said, he glanced at Xuanzang quietly, and then said: "He said that His Majesty should invite..."

There was a buzzing sound in Xuanzang's head, and he almost fainted in the hall! "Countrysiders, wait for the poor monk to reprimand them." As he said that, he wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

But the king had a good temper, "Wait a minute, holy monk! Since Elder Sun is a good monk, more etiquette is inevitable, but the widow's illness is inevitable, so let the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs go to invite Elder Sun on my behalf..." As he said, he He told the officials in the hall: "Remember, you must treat each other with the courtesy of a monarch and a minister!"

Xuanzang had no choice but to stay and fight for his innocence.

In the hall, Sha Wujing asked the monkey with some doubts: "Brother, do you really know the medical skills of ordinary people?"

The monkey shook his head, looked in the direction of the palace, and said with a smile: "If it is a physical illness, my old grandson will naturally have no way to cure it, but the emperor's old son is not ill, so if you insist on saying that you are ill, then you can only It's heart disease!"

"Heart disease?" Zhu Gangli, who had been teased by the monkey, couldn't help but look over at this time.

The monkey snorted. If the pig hadn't been too tired and dozed off secretly when he went out to buy oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, he wouldn't have taken off the imperial list and stuffed it into the bosom of this idiot.

Thinking, he looked in the direction of the palace and said: "Everything in the world is born with luck. If luck is poor, poverty and illness will be mixed; Purple..."

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In Wangtian Gushe, Ren Qinglian listened thoughtfully to the real Ziyang with a fluttering silver beard talking about the mystery of luck.

"Although luck is illusory, you can still vaguely see it with the help of some spells. Generally speaking, red represents great luck, purple represents good luck, and black represents bad luck... Take the king of Zhuzi Kingdom as an example, Because he was born in a princely family, he inherited the fate of a country, and his good luck is already red and purple, and he won't get sick easily... But with such a strange good luck like Mr. Ren, the old man has lived for thousands of years. It's the first time I've seen it, the color of gold and purple coexists with the color of black and black, it's unpredictable..."

"The color of gold and purple?" Yuan Shoucheng couldn't help asking.The reason why he was able to detect the bad luck in Ren Qinglian's body was not because of magic and secret techniques, but the study of divination and astrology. "Could it be because Mr. Ren learned from Master Xuanzang and gained some merit?"

Master Ziyang looked at Ren Qinglian with a half-smile: "It's possible, but it's just that Mr. Ren's own luck is extraordinary!"

Ren Qinglian looked at this Ziyang real person suspiciously, maybe the other person saw something in her, she smiled lightly, then changed the topic, and asked about other things about this Zhu Ziguo.

(End of this chapter)