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

The next morning, at the entrance of the Golden Palace.

The postmaster brought Tang Shan and others before the king.

As soon as they stepped through the threshold, they heard the King of the Bhikkhu Kingdom, who was sitting on the dragon throne, shout in a frivolous voice: "If you have something to say, please report it. If not, please dismiss the court."

It's like just punching in at the company and leaving.

The postmaster shook his head helplessly, sighed softly, and looked at Tang Shan, as if to say that the king was just that kind of person.

He stepped forward quickly and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to report."

The king had almost left the throne, but upon hearing this, he had no choice but to sit down again with a look of surprise on his face.

His face was covered with a dark cloud, and he had to cough twice every time he spoke. "You'd better have something important to say, cough cough cough..."

"Oh, Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell again?"

Suddenly, a beautiful woman walked out from behind the dragon throne, climbed onto the king's body with her soft and delicate figure. How could a concubine from the harem dare to sit on the dragon throne in front of all the civil and military officials in the court?

There was an uproar below, but the ministers dared not speak out. It seemed that this was not the first time such a thing had happened.

Perhaps some loyal ministers had opposed and criticized it before, but were suppressed by the king in cold-blooded manner, so the rest of them no longer dared to speak.

"Your Majesty~" Concubine Li reached out her small hand and gently patted his chest to soothe him. "Every day you talk about the same things over and over again. Your Majesty's health is more important. We should go back early."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at the ministers below provocatively, like a little wild cat showing off its might and baring its teeth and claws.

The ministers lowered their heads, not daring to meet her eyes.

Once, a minister was sentenced to death by His Majesty just because he looked at her a few more times.

Only Tang Shan and his disciples raised their heads fearlessly and looked at the king and his concubine Li without restraint.

"Your Majesty, this is a holy monk from the Tang Dynasty. His disciple has great abilities and may be able to cure your majesty's illness."

Tang Shan took a step forward, clasped his hands together and said, "I am honored to meet you."

When the king heard that the patient was called to treat him, his originally grim expression eased a little.

"What abilities do you have?" The king leaned forward and stared at each of them carefully with sharp eyes.

"If you cure it well, there will be a huge reward. If you don't..." His tone was full of threats.

Tang Shan: I have long known that being a doctor was a high-risk profession in ancient times.

"Your Majesty, we all know the rules."

Tang Shan winked at Wukong, who took out a fox fur as white as snow from his burden.

Wukong handed the fox skin to the eunuch and presented it to the king. Concubine Li's face turned pale.

Wukong curled his lips, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and whispered in Tang Shan's ear: "Master, did you know that the person sitting up there was a vixen?"

What a coincidence.

Today was the first time they met the king and the so-called concubine, but their master had asked them to take out a white fox skin from the fox they had killed before last night.

He even said that he would present it to His Majesty at the morning court today. Isn't this a slap in the face of the demon?

Tang Shan was in a good mood. "Have you forgotten Master's second profession?"

Goku scratched his head, "Huh?"

Bajie reminded him, "It's the fortune teller."

"Ahahaha," Wukong suddenly realized, "I almost forgot that Master has the ability to calculate the secrets of heaven."

The king stretched out his withered hand and couldn't help stroking the fox's fur back and forth.

"Very good, very good, but what does this fox fur have to do with my illness?"

At this time, Concubine Li sat silently aside, her body stiff, her eyes fixed on Tang Shan and the others.

She was originally a white-faced fox, and when she saw her own kind being killed, the animal instinctively felt threatened and angry.

"Your Majesty, I see your face is pale with a hint of blue, your steps are unsteady, your hands and feet are sore, and the dark circles under your eyes are even worse. Perhaps you have lost too much Yang Qi, and most of your vitality has been lost."

When Tang Shan said this, her eyes kept glancing at Concubine Li intentionally or unintentionally, as if the words were meant for her specifically.

The fox spirit would go after the old man either for his yang energy or for the throne. It's impossible that she did it because he's old and doesn't take a bath.

The goblin had been staying with the king for several years, absorbing his yang energy every night. Soon the king would have to report to the King of Hell.

"Fox fur can retain heat, locking the body's yang energy within. Weak patients should be kept warm to prevent evil spirits from invading the heart and lungs."

Tang Shan talked nonsense, but the general idea was fine as long as it was there.

The king laughed "hahahaha" and said, "The holy monk is thoughtful, but the father-in-law said that he can cure my illness quickly, so there is no need for you to worry about it."

Tang Shan curled her lips and said, "Your Majesty, I see that the Imperial Concubine beside you is looking pale. I'm afraid she might catch a cold easily. Why not give her the fox fur as a gift?"

Wukong sighed inwardly: Master is really good at killing people's hearts. He made the fox spirit wear the skin of his own family member. How painful it must be for her.

But in this way, the goblin would easily reveal his flaws, and then the king would be able to see the true face of the person beside him.

As Tang Shan said, the king covered the concubine with the fox fur without saying a word.

"My dear, your hands and feet are cold. Will they feel better if you cover them up?"

The imperial concubine forced a smile and said, "I think this fox fur is very warm."

She fell into the king's arms, but her eyes were fixed on Tang Shan. "Your Majesty, please reward us well."

There was resentment suppressed in the vixen's eyes, and she would make them pay double for the humiliation they suffered today.

Wukong: "Your Majesty, it won't be too late to reward you after we have cured you as well."

He said confidently that as long as the goblin was killed and his energy and blood were replenished in a few years, the king's illness would not be a problem.

"Oh? Who is so arrogant that he can cure His Majesty's illness?"

The father-in-law suddenly walked out from behind the main hall door, walked straight past Tang Shan and others and went straight to the dragon throne.

"The father-in-law is here."

The king immediately stood up and asked, "How is the preparation of my medicine going?"

"With a few more, we can gather the hearts of a thousand boys. Then, when Your Majesty drinks the elixir I have prepared, not only will all diseases be cured, but your life will also be prolonged."

"Tsk--" Tang Shan couldn't help laughing. Who else in this world could help people live longer than herself?

The air suddenly became quiet.

The father-in-law turned around and looked down at the people below, "Are you the ones who boasted that you can cure His Majesty?"

The moment the imperial concubine saw the father-in-law, a light appeared in her eyes. At this moment, she did not stand beside the king but became closer to the father-in-law.

"They said they were monks from the Tang Dynasty, and the fox fur I was wearing was a gift from them."

The vixen spoke with gnashing teeth, and it was obvious that she had found someone to back her up, so she went to file a complaint.

Tang Shan looked directly into the father-in-law's eyes and said with a smile, "Indeed."

It’s just a deer spirit, come on if you have the guts.

She even dreamed of eating the hearts of a thousand boys in order to gain immortality.

I don’t know where the previous goldfish spirit and the current deer spirit got the information that eating the hearts of young boys and girls can bring immortality.

Tang Shan secretly decided that if she could find out who spread these rumors, she would cut his heart into pieces.

Now she has spent many years in the world of Journey to the West, and has experienced many more cruel and bloody things than what is recorded in the original book.

If Tang Sanzang had been like before, he would have been eaten to pieces as soon as he stepped out of the Tang Dynasty.