Chapter 839 The Lord of the Kingdom Delivers Medicine on a Moonlit Night

There may be something tricky about Xuanzang, do you want to report it to some saints and masters?

Yang Jian thought about it for a while, and decided to find out the internal cause before talking about other things. After all, Xuanzang was different from the golden envoy Ge Li, and Yang Jian did not suffer from hand injuries that day.

The vigilance that Xuan Ti gave himself at this time was just a 'slight reminder', unlike the last time he kept reminding himself that his life was in danger...

Perhaps, this golden cicada is just a corner of a big conspiracy net. If Yang Jian strikes at the grass too early, it will plant deeper hidden dangers.

Before he plotted against Xuanzang, Xuanzang broke the sex ring in the hands of Xie Zijing, which was a small revenge for Buddhism.

At this moment, Yang Jian set off for Nanzhou again. On the contrary, Yang Jian wanted to find out the details of Xuanzang, and he no longer felt much resentment in his heart. He just wanted to find out what secrets Xuanzang had.

It is somewhat mysterious to say that the mysterious body is reminding Yang Jian, and it can probably be understood as an instinctive intuition of Yang Jian.

Incomparably sharp and very effective.

"Master, I'm going to change my clothes."

"Leaving in half an hour, you just go to get dressed."

"Hmph, it takes more than one or two hours for people to dress up."

Zixia smiled and ran away holding the hem of her skirt, Yang Jian could only shake his head helplessly, thinking of Xiao Chan'er.

It is safe for her to stay in Wa Palace.

At this time, we should reduce the chances of getting in touch with the younger sister, lest those powerful enemies will plot against Xiaochan; it is best to let people feel that he doesn't care about his only sister, so that Yang Xiaochan will be less dangerous.

By this time, Yang Jian himself has been closely related to Hong Huang's destiny.

Although he has not yet become a saint, the Invincible Golden Body Art is already on the verge of becoming a saint, and can break through the shackles of a saint at any time.

Moreover, because his physical body touched the barriers of the Dao Realm early, after rushing into the Saint Realm, it would really be a dazzling sublimation, and he would become the strongest in the prehistoric world, taking on the role of Pangu God back then.

However, Yang Jian didn't have much chance of winning.

He is still waiting, even knowing that the most powerful person may rush out of the North Sea at any time, Yang Jian is still waiting, waiting for that ray of light, waiting for that slight change, waiting for himself to understand how the Bajiu Xuangong can break through the final limit and become a saint.

The two methods are the same holy, one step to become stronger...

This is a dream, and it is also a life that has to be fought; perhaps, it may be the only life.

Yang Jian sat there quietly in a trance. He hadn't realized the final state at this time, and it was actually related to too much pressure accumulated in his heart.

All living beings, the prehistoric three realms, family and friends...

"Master! I'm done!"

Zixia turned into a gust of fragrant wind and floated in, and she changed into a long ink dress, which was a bit more ethereal, less glamorous, and more elegant.

At this time, she is smiling and bowing forward, she is bright and charming; if she has a cold face, she will also have an independent beauty.

"Xia'er is getting more and more beautiful." Yang Jian stood up, walked around the tables and chairs, set up a white cloud, and flew out of Zhenjun's mansion with Zixia, hiding her figure out of Nantianmen.

Zixia is holding a handful of jade Xiao, but it looks like a pure decoration, a fairy treasure, and has no power.

She murmured softly: "Master, shall we go and help that monk bring about good things?"

"Well," Yang Jian nodded calmly, "their Buddhist sect has plotted to be their teacher three times before, and this time they have found their pain for the teacher, so naturally they have to beat them a few more times to vent their anger."

"However, even if Buddhism has clear rules and precepts, such a cheap monk really makes people unhappy," Zixia twitched her mouth, and commented a few words disapprovingly, "like this, he treats women's minds as a disaster to sharpen himself, how can such a man deserve to be infatuated by those women."

Yang Jian said with a smile: "The word love is very mysterious."

"Anyway, I have some disdain for such a person. If I can meet a Taoist partner I like in the future, I must be sympathetic to each other, I must raise my eyebrows and respect each other like a guest. It is best to have a bit of master's demeanor, but don't be as greedy as my master."

"Okay, you dare to make fun of me as a teacher!"

Yang Jian reprimanded her with a straight face, and Zixia hurriedly bowed her body to apologize, and it took her a long time to act like a baby before Yang Jian regained her smile.

While talking, they arrived at the country of daughters again.

In the daughter's country post office, because the younger brother of the royal family punished himself with a back injury, they will not be able to make the trip within ten days and a half months.

The canopy is happy to see beauties here. Every day, there are countless citizens of Daughter Country who come to watch the rare things like 'men' around the resort. Rumors about the king and the eminent monks of the Tang Dynasty spread in the city, and many people want to see the face of the young monk that the king loves.

Keeping my daughter's fragrance trapped, I can't get a magic trick.

Sun Wukong was so bored that he was in a daze on the beam every day, and the canopy cheerfully interacted with the beautiful women he could find everywhere, touched each other's little hands, and exchanged glances, which was harmless.

Monk Sha took care of Xuanzang wholeheartedly, bringing tea and water to Master every day, and changing the wound medicine.

Journey to the West is actually quite difficult. The difficulty lies in how to convince Xuanzang that he is indeed going through various ordeals...

Fortunately, Xuanzang is just a mortal with no fighting power, and mortals with naked eyes are often deceived by demons and ghosts. It is really hard to travel all the way here.

Like this time he punished himself for injury, in fact the three disciples could make him get out of bed immediately with a breath of immortal energy, but they couldn't do that, they could only wait for Xuanzang to recover on his own.

The reason is the same as they have to walk to Lingshan step by step instead of flying directly over the clouds.

"Master, master!" Canopy ran in from outside with a red face, knocked open the wooden door, and held a small brocade box in his hand, "My daughter, the king of the country, sent someone to send medicine for golden sores, master, can you try the effect?"

"Bajie, send the medicine back."

Xuanzang said something in a deep voice, then heaved a long sigh, lay there and moved his head, facing the wall.

Tianpeng shook his head and sighed, and said a few words of pity, "Master Renguo is very good. Master, this is just a cure for sores, not a handkerchief for a love letter. Let's take it, so let's take it."

"Bajie!" Xuanzang yelled anxiously, helplessly touching the scar on his back, and cold sweat broke out on his painful forehead, "If the teacher says I will return it, I will return it!"

"Hey, yes," Tianpeng grumbled a few times, and walked out of the house with the brocade box.

Suddenly there was a sound of poetry reciting outside the house: "Love is full of hatred since ancient times, and flowers fall with intention, but the flowing water rushes away mercilessly. It's a pity, a pity."

Sun Wukong suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes, and Sha Wujing also smiled all over his face, and handed the freshly brewed soup to Xuanzang's mouth.

After Tianpeng returned the medicine, he went out for a stroll until sunset. When a group of female guards brought a sumptuous dinner, Tianpeng hurried back with a big belly.

There are lights everywhere in the hotel, and the scenery is quite unique. The four masters and apprentices all ate some meals cooked by the imperial chef, which can be considered delicious in the world.

After eating, it was natural to go to bed, but Tianpeng looked at the empty plate in front of him and asked in a low voice: "Brother Monkey, Wujing, are you full?"

Sun Wukong snorted, and said calmly, "If my grandson opens his stomach, a mountain won't be enough to eat."

"I'm actually..." Sha Wujing was about to say that he was full, but he felt kicked, and the canopy blinked at Sha Wujing.

Sha Wujing scratched his head, and asked in confusion: "Second Senior Brother, should I be full or not?"

On the side, Xuanzang pushed the untouched meals to the bedside, and said in a low voice: "Bajie, I will never feel hungry as a teacher, you can eat these."

"Hey, master, how can you get better soon if you don't eat?" Tianpeng chuckled, "There is a kitchen in this station, let's find something to eat first, master, if you have something to do, just call us, the three of us can hear it hundreds of miles away!"

Before Tang Seng had time to stop him, the canopy had already dragged Sha Wujing up and out the door, the movement was so fast that it didn't match his figure at all.

Sun Wukong naturally knew what the canopy was going to do, and he also had the mentality of watching a show. He also thoughtfully took away the empty dinner plates, threw them to the backyard kitchen, and walked out of the room with his hands behind his back.

As soon as the three apprentices left, a ray of moonlight shone outside the door; looking carefully, it was a fair-skinned and beautiful woman, dressed in neon clothes, walking gracefully in the moonlight of the first month.

"Brother Yu, is your injury better?"

Xuanzang sighed lightly with his fingers, then let out a long sigh, turned his head away, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures silently.

The princess of the Daughter Kingdom swayed lightly to the side of the bed, lifted the thin quilt, looked at the numerous scars, and couldn't help trembling her fingers.

"Why are you doing this? The national teacher forced you, I already know all this... Brother Yu, I won't despise you, don't you want to disable yourself like this..."

Xuanzang closed his eyes, but he knew how to move.

"I'll apply medicine to you first."

The Lord of the Daughter Kingdom said softly, picked up the small brocade box she carried with her, crushed the pill inside, picked it up with the tip of her little finger, and applied it to the scar on Xuanzang's back little by little.

If Xuanzang had been smarter at this time, he would have realized that something was wrong.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva dealt with the matter of the scorpion essence, the daughter of the country's lord is just a mortal, how can he know?

Moreover, the elixir used by the lord of the Daughter's Kingdom at this time was too miraculous, and the scars disappeared immediately after brushing her fingers.

At the same time as the scars faded, a nameless anger began to turmoil in Xuanzang's body, and all kinds of obsessive entanglements with scorpion spirits appeared before his eyes, and the Buddhist state of mind was so vulnerable...

The Daughter's Country Post House was quietly covered by a mysterious energy, and the guards in the sky, Gongcao and Liu Ding Liujia, suddenly noticed the abnormality. They only saw the Daughter's Country Lord entering Xuanzang's bedroom, but after a short while, they lost the picture inside...

The consciousness has been isolated!

The person who entered Xuanzang's room at this time was naturally the real king of the Daughter Kingdom, but Yang Jian secretly 'explained' the reason for it, and became more and more in love with her royal brother and elder brother.

But the healing elixir was captured by Yang Jian with an evil spirit.

The effect is not long, it is estimated that it can last for two or three hours.

Rumble!

Thunder suddenly appeared above the head, but this time no matter how loud the thunder was, it could not disturb the affectionate two people.

Yang Jian was standing on the roof of the hotel, Zixia at the side was counting the stars boredly, while Yang Jian was looking down solemnly.

Of course, it's not a good thing for him to peek at other people's homes, and he has no shortage of wives.

What Yang Jian was observing at this time was only Xuanzang.