Chapter 839: The Lord of the Kingdom delivers medicine on the moonlit night, and the monk has a spring breeze again

There may be something tricky about Xuanzang, do you want to tell the sage masters?
Yang Jian pondered for a while, and after repeated considerations, he decided to find out the internal cause before talking about other things. After all, Xuanzang was different from the Jinshi Ge Li, and Yang Jian was not in the situation of hand injury that day.
The Xuan Ti's alert to himself at this time was just a ‘slight reminder’, unlike the last time I kept reminding myself that I was worried about my life...
Perhaps, this golden cicada is just a tip of a big net of conspiracy. If Yang Jian starts to stun the snake too early, it will actually bury a deeper hidden danger.
Before he made a calculation for Xuanzang, letting Xuanzang break his in the hands of Scorpion Jing, it was a small revenge against Buddhism.
At this time, he left for Nanzhou again. Yang Jian was instead to find out Xuanzang's details. There was no more grievance in his heart. He just wanted to understand what was hidden in Xuanzang's body, and it was worthy of Xuan Zang's reminder.
To say that the Xuan Ti is reminding Yang Jian, this is somewhat mysterious, which can probably be understood as a kind of instinct of Yang Jian.
Very keen and very effective.
"Master, I will change my clothes."
"You leave after half an hour, and you just go and dress up."
"Huh, people really need to dress up, it's not just an hour or two."
Zixia smiled and ran away holding her skirt, Yang Jian could only shook her head helplessly, thinking of Xiao Chan'er.
She stayed in the Wa Palace also considered safe.
At this time, you should reduce the chance of contact with the younger sister, so that those powerful enemies will be calculated on Xiaochan's head; best, it makes people feel that he doesn't care about the only relative sister, this will make Yang Xiaochan less dangerous.
By this time, Yang Jian himself was closely related to the fate of the fate.
Although he has not yet been sanctified, the Undefeated Golden Body Jue is on the verge of sanctification, and he can break through the shackles of the Saint Realm at any time.
Moreover, his physical body touched the barrier of the Dao realm early, and after rushing into the realm of the saint, it would really be a dazzling sublimation, and he would become the strongest of the prehistoric people, assuming the role of Pangu God of the year.
However, Yang Jian did not have much chance of winning.
He was still waiting, even if he knew that the strongest might rush out of the North Sea at any time, Yang Jian was still waiting, waiting for the aura, waiting for the slightest change, and waiting for himself to understand how the eighty-nine profound arts could break through the final limit and become a saint.
Two methods with the same sage, one step is strong...
This is a dream, but also a vitality that I have to fight; perhaps, it may be the only vitality.
Yang Jian sat quietly in a trance. He hadn't realized the final realm at this time. In fact, it had something to do with the pressure accumulated in his heart.
All living beings, the Three Realms, family and friends...
"Master! I'm fine!"
Zixia turned into a fragrant breeze and came in. She put on a long ink and wash dress. She was a little more ethereal, half less glamorous, and more elegant.
At this moment, she smiled and bowed forward, she was bright and moving; if she had a cold face, she would also have a sense of beauty of independence.
"Xia'er is getting more and more beautiful," Yang Jian stood up, walked around the table and chairs, erected a white cloud, and flew out of Zhenjun's Mansion with Zixia, hiding his figure out of Nantian Gate.
Zixia was holding a handful of Yuxiao in her hand, but it seemed to be a pure ornament, a fairy treasure, without much power.
She whispered: "Master, shall we still help the monk make good things?"
"Yeah," Yang Jian nodded calmly, "They Buddhism had counted as a teacher again and again, and this time they found their pain for the teacher, so naturally they have to fight a few more to get out of their breath."
"But even if Buddhism has clear rules and precepts, the monk who is so cheap is really unhappy," Zi Xia curled her mouth and commented somewhat disapprovingly, "Like this, treat a woman's mind as a disaster to sharpen herself. How can such men deserve to be infatuated by those women."
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Love is a word, but it is very mysterious."
"Anyway, I don’t look down on people like this. If I can meet my favorite Taoist companion in the future, I have to be happy with each other. I have to raise my eyebrows and respect each other like guests. It’s best to have a master like this, but don’t be so greedy. It."
"Okay, you dare to make fun of even being a teacher!"
Yang Jian sternly reprimanded, and Zixia leaned in to apologize, and it took a long time to act like a baby before Yang Jian returned to smile.
While they were talking, they went to the daughter country again.
In the daughter's country post, because the imperial brother suffered a back injury by himself, they couldn't make a trip within ten and a half months.
The canopy is so happy to see beautiful women here. Every day, countless citizens of the daughter country come to watch the rare things like'men' around the hall, and talk about the country's lord and the eminent monks of Tang circulates in the city. Many people want to see what kind of face the young monk is favorite.
The trapped daughter's fragrance cannot be cited by magic.
Monkey King was stunned by Liang Shang boringly every day, Tian Peng happily interacted with the beautiful women that can be found everywhere, touching each other's hands and exchanging eyes, it was not hurtful.
So Monk Sha took care of Xuanzang with all his heart, bringing tea and water to Master every day, and replacing wound medicine.
The Westward Journey scene is actually quite difficult. The difficulty lies in how to convince Xuanzang that he is indeed experiencing all kinds of hardships...
Fortunately, Xuanzang was just a mortal, with little combat effectiveness. The naked-eye mortal was often deceived by demons and ghosts. It was really hard to get here all the way.
Like this time he was self-punished and injured. In fact, the three apprentices could get him out of bed immediately with a sigh of relief, but they couldn't do that, and they had to wait for Xuanzang to recover on their own.
The reason is the same as if they had to walk to Lingshan step by step and could not fly directly over the clouds.
"Master, Master!" The canopy ran in with a blushing face, slammed open the wooden door, holding a small brocade box in his hand, "The master of the daughter country sent me a golden sore medicine, Master, please try the effect. ?"
"Bajie, send the medicine back."
Xuanzang said in a deep voice, and then sighed for a long time. He lay there and moved his head to face the wall.
Tianpeng suddenly shook his head and sighed, and said a few regrets, "The Lord of the People is very good, Master, this is just a golden sore medicine, not a love letter handkerchief or something. Let's take it, then we will take it."
"Bajie!" Xuanzang cried out anxiously, helplessly affecting the scars on his back, cold sweat broke out on his painful forehead, "The teacher said that I would return it!"
"Oh, yes," the canopy mumbled a few times and walked outside the house with the brocade box.
There was a poem chanting outside the house suddenly: "Amorous since ancient times, I have had a lot of hatred, and the flowers are intentional, but the running water is ruthless and hurried. What a pity, what a pity."
Sun Wukong suddenly squinted his eyes, and that Sha Wujing smiled all over his face, holding the freshly cooked soup medicine and handing it to Xuanzang's mouth.
After the canopy had finished the medicine, he wandered outside to the Higurashi Mountain. When a group of female guards brought a sumptuous dinner, the canopy hurried back with a big belly.
There were lights all over the hall, and the scenery was quite unique. The four masters and apprentices all ate some of the food prepared by the royal chef, which was delicious in the world.
After eating, naturally I was going to sleep, but the canopy 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 old Sun opens his stomach, there will be not enough food for a mountain."
"I'm..." Sha Wujing was about to say that he was full, but felt kicked. Tianpeng blinked at Sha Wujing.
Sha Wujing scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Second brother, should I be full or shouldn't I?"
On the side, Xuanzang pushed the untouched meals to the bedside, and whispered: "Bajie, I don't feel hungry for the teacher, just eat these."
"Hey, Master, how can you get better if you don't eat?" The canopy smiled, "There is a kitchen in this station. Let us find something to eat first. Master, if you have anything to do, just call us directly. All three of us can hear it for hundreds of miles!"
Tang Seng didn't have time to stop it, and the canopy had already pulled Sha Wujing up and out of the door. The speed of his movements was completely inconsistent with his size.
Sun Wukong naturally knew what the canopy was going to do, and it was also a movie-watching mentality. He even took away the empty dinner plates very intimately, threw them to the backyard kitchen, and walked out of the room with his hands behind his back.
The three apprentices had just left, and a gleam of moonlight was shining outside the door; when you looked carefully, it was a beautiful and fair woman, dressed in neon clothes, walking in the moonlight of the first moon.
"Brother Yu, are you hurt better?"
Xuanzang sighed lightly with his fingers, then let out a long sigh, turned his head away, and began to silently recite the Buddhist scriptures.
Lian Bu, the daughter of the country's lord, gently shook to the bed, lifted the thin quilt, and looked at the tiring scars, her fingers trembling.
"Why are you? The national teacher forced you, I already know this... Brother Yu, I won't despise you for half, you don't want to hurt yourself like this..."
Xuanzang closed his eyes, but he knows how to do it~EbookFREE.me~ I will apply medicine for you first. "
The daughter of the kingdom said softly, picked up the small brocade box that she carried with her, crushed the pill inside, picked it up with the tip of her little finger, and applied a little bit to the scar on Xuanzang's back.
If Xuanzang was smarter at this time, he could already find something was wrong.
Guanyin Bodhisattva's handling of the scorpion essence, the daughter of the kingdom, the lord of the country is just a mortal, how can he know?
Moreover, the pill used by the daughter of the country's lord at this time was too strange, almost brushing his fingers, and the scars disappeared immediately.
At the same time as the scars subsided, an unknown fire began to turbulence in Xuanzang's body, and all the scorpion entanglements suddenly appeared in front of him, and the Buddhist mood was so vulnerable...
The daughter country post house was quietly obscured by a mysterious energy. The heavenly guardian Gong Cao and Liu Ding Liujia immediately noticed the abnormality. They only saw the daughter country master enter Xuanzang's bedroom, but after a short while, they lost their contents. Picture...
Divine consciousness has been isolated!
At this time, the person who entered Xuanzang's room was naturally the real King of the Kingdom of Daughters, but Yang Jian secretly ‘explained' the reason, the head of the Kingdom of Daughters who became more and more in love with her imperial brother.
But the elixir used for healing was picked up by Yang Jian casually with an evil spirit.
The utility is not long, it is estimated to last two or three hours.
Rumble!
Thunder suddenly appeared above his head, but this time the sound of thunder could not disturb the affectionate two.
Yang Jian was standing on the roof of the hotel, Zixia on the side counted the stars boredly, but Yang Jian looked down with solemn expression.
Of course he is not peeking at other people's good things, and he does not lack his wife.
What Yang Jian was observing at this time was only Xuanzang.
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