Journey to the West: Monks do not tell lies, they only rob

The guard reported: "Your Majesty, this is the man who published the imperial edict."

He pointed at Tang Shan, indicating that it was the monk who wanted to come on his own initiative, and it was not because they were incompetent.

Tang Shan held her forehead and wondered why no one believed her?

"I am from the Tang Dynasty in the East"

"Oh!" The king, who was originally looking sick and pale, stood up suddenly.

"The Tang Dynasty is a celestial empire with outstanding people and beautiful scenery. I believe the holy monk will have a way to cure me."

"Uh," Tang Shan was stunned for a moment, "That's fine."

Originally, she also had a way to cure the emperor.

Bajie leaned close to Wukong's ear and said, "Brother Monkey, which direction should we run from then on?"

When he came in just now, he looked around and got to know all the doors of the hall.

If the master can't cure the patient or the patient dies, he will run away in time if there is any medical accident.

Wukong glanced at him with disdain, "Stop talking nonsense."

"This is clearly a pig's snout..."

Sha Monk pulled Bajie aside and said, "Second Brother, it's already this late, so don't argue with the eldest brother."

I don’t know if the two of them are incompatible, they have a small quarrel every day and a big quarrel every three days.

Of course, it was all because Bajie overestimated his own abilities and was beaten instead of scolded.

He always adheres to the principle that even if he is wrong, he will dare to do it again next time.

The king quickly asked the monk to come forward and treat him.

The two ladies stared at the handsome Tang Shan intently.

If the King of Zhuzi Kingdom is a wild and tough guy, then Tang Sanzang is the abstinent nobleman with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, handsome and upright.

In addition, Tang Shan started to exercise deliberately after she came here, and her originally skinny body has become a muscular figure with all kinds of muscles.

Tang Shan is afraid of falling in love with herself, so she rarely looks in the mirror now.

She thought that she might as well take the customs documents to the king for stamping, so she reached into her pocket.

The king's personal guard drew his sword and pointed it at Tang Shan, "What are you doing with your hands?"

Tang Shan: I swear this is the last time I’ll be pointed at with a knife.

"I just want Your Majesty to stamp my document with your seal."

Bajie: Master is really smart. He knew that he might not be able to cure the disease, so he put the seal on it in advance.

The king saw Tang Shan's neither humble nor arrogant expression, and showed no fear at all. He couldn't help but sigh that the people of the upper country had a different demeanor.

"Please come in, holy monk. I am ready."

Tang Shan, who was looking for some stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets, said: "Hmm? What are you ready for?"

The king pulled up his sleeves, revealing his wrists.

Oh, so you want me to take your pulse.

All right, I'll satisfy your eagerness to seek medical treatment. (Actually, she herself wanted to try her hand at being a doctor in ancient times.)

After all, in ancient times, if a doctor couldn't cure the disease, he would be chopped off, and if he couldn't cure the disease at all, he would be buried with the patient, with a knife hanging over his head every day.

When you encounter a noble person trying to win favor, you cannot offend him, and you dare not not do it either. If you do it well, you will be silenced, and if you do it badly, you will be discovered and die.

Hehe, this is really exciting.

Tang Shan put two fingers on the king's wrist while thinking.

He closed his eyes like the old Chinese doctor, and subconsciously stroked his non-existent beard with his free hand.

The disciples who watched seriously from the side...

Master, could you please be serious?

The imperial physician in the palace scratched his head: Is there a pulse in this place?

Tang Shan placed her finger on the point where the pulse was taken, with a lump of flesh underneath.

"Hmm~" she hummed a syllable.

The king and his wives were instantly worried. "How is it? Can my condition be cured?"

Tang Shan slowly opened her eyes and decided to play a little prank.

"If I say no, will Your Majesty drag me out and behead me?"

"Huh?" The king and everyone present were stunned. Why... why would he suddenly ask such an awkward question?

But Tang Shan's eyes still followed the king, stubbornly wanting to hear his answer.

The king thought for a moment and said, "No."

Tang Shan couldn't help but look up to him in her heart, what a wise ruler.

The next second, "I will kill your apprentice until you figure out how to cure me."

Tang Shan’s apprentice:?

Did we provoke you? Tyrant! Absolutely a tyrant!

"Hehe..." Tang Shan laughed awkwardly. This was just right.

Bajie: Master, how can you still laugh?

Tang Shan asked again, "There are two treatment plans, fast and slow. Which one would you like, Your Majesty?"

"Hurry! Of course we have to hurry!"

He has been tortured to such an extent, the sooner the better.

The two empresses also nodded excitedly, "Get well soon."

At the strong request of the patient and his family, Tang Shan put a special laxative into the tea.

Bajie, who had been following closely, was horrified and said, "Master, this is not poison!"

If the cure can't be achieved, why not just poison the person to death and be done with it?

Tang Shan glanced at him unhappily and asked, "Why don't you try it first?"

It's good for those fat people to clean their stomachs.

Bajie quickly ran behind Sha Seng and whispered, "Old Sha, Master is calling you over for tea."

Sha Monk...

"Your Majesty, I have found the medicine, but this huge sum of money..."

The king quickly waved his hand and asked the eunuch to bring out a thousand taels of gold.

Only then did Tang Shan give the king the drugged tea.

"Holy Monk, since there is a faster way, why do you still want people to choose between speed and slowness?"

No matter who you are, you would choose to get well soon.

Tang Shan felt that the medicine would take effect soon, so she quickened her pace in explaining.

"It's fast, simple and crude, but it has certain drawbacks and can be a bit tiring."

"Slowly, it's better to be gentle, so it penetrates slowly without feeling any pain."

The king was puzzled: "How to do it?"

I blame myself for drinking too fast. I should have asked more carefully before drinking.

Tang Shan turned to the eunuchs and instructed, "As a friendly reminder, you'd better help His Majesty into the inner hall as soon as possible."

As she said this, she quickly stood up and retreated to His Highness. It would be bad if she didn't have time to get a shit-spitting machine.

The king, who was about to speak, suddenly closed his mouth, frowned, and clenched his fists as if he was enduring something.

There was a strong feeling in his abdomen. No, he was going to explode!

"Hurry!" He didn't care about his image and covered his butt with one hand and rushed to the toilet.

Behind him, all that was left was a trail of shit-yellow gas, and the two frightened empresses and the imperial physician.

The disciples were stunned. Bajie pulled Wukong and said, "Brother Monkey, look, should we leave now..."

Sha Seng: "I believe that Master..." His voice became smaller and smaller.