After a long time, Tang Emperor Li Shimin's face was full of tears, and he carefully picked up the painting paper in his hand and said to Wei Zheng on the side.

"Aiqing, my skills are limited, and I can't show the charm of the royal brother, go, please ask the best Danqing everyone, according to my portrait, be sure to engrave the last voice and smile of the royal brother."

"Yes!" When Wei Zheng heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward and carefully took the drawing paper, and glanced at the content on it from the corner of his eye.

"Huh?"

"What doubts does Aiqing have?" Tang Emperor Li Shimin frowned, and said faintly dissatisfied.

Wei Zheng hurriedly pointed to the top of the drawing paper and asked cautiously. "Weichen is brave, but I don't know who this girl next to the holy monk is?"

Tang Emperor Li Shimin heard this, calmed down, broke free from the sad and gloomy mood slightly, looked at the painting paper, but found that he was immersed, but he also drew the female baby in the hand of the royal brother.

"I ...... I don't know ......."

After a pause, Tang Emperor Li Shimin got up from the bed, sighed leisurely, and explained.

"I met the royal brother in a dream, only to learn that the royal brother is no longer in the world, maybe the royal brother is just relying on the last wisp of obsession to come back to see me with his soul, the girl was held by the royal brother so at that time."

"Your Majesty, since the holy monk traveled westward, the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty have become more and more prosperous, and Your Majesty has always had a true dragon to protect his body, and he has been wronged...... The soul is first-class, and he doesn't dare to get close to His Majesty anymore, this ...... Could it be that His Majesty thinks about it day and night, so he just dreams of the holy monk? Wei Zheng asked cautiously.

"I also hope so, but after waking up from the dream, I clearly remember what my brother went through all the way to the west......

Speaking of this, Tang Emperor Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh heavily, and said with tears in the corners of his eyes. "The royal brother has gone, maybe the bones are still in the Spirit Mountain now."

"Wei Chigong, Qin Qiong!"

Suddenly, Tang Emperor Li Shimin had a dignified majesty on his body, and his tearful eyes contained the determination of the difficulties of mountains and seas, and said.

"Later, I will write a handwritten copy of the method of forging the body taught by the imperial brother, and you will quickly pass it on to my Tang soldiers, and then select the excellent ones, and I will go on an expedition to Tianzhu......"

"Even if the royal brother has already passed away, I have exhausted all my life's strength, and even my descendants will be sent from generation to generation, I will definitely send soldiers to the spiritual mountain to bring the bones of the royal brother back to my homeland, not for ten years...... That's a hundred, a thousand! ”

"My Imperial Tomb...... Rebuild! Leave a place next to my coffin for the royal brother, if the bones of the royal brother are not welcomed back after a hundred thousand years, then the imperial tomb will be reopened after a hundred thousand years, and the bones of the royal brother will be placed in it. ”

As soon as these words came out, Wei Zheng, Wei Chigong and Qin Qiong instantly understood how resolute Tang Emperor Li Shimin's decision was, and the importance of the holy monk was beyond imagination, and they no longer dared to refute it, so they had to bow down.

Immediately, after Tang Emperor Li Shimin made a lot of arrangements overnight, his mood calmed down a lot, and he inadvertently fell his depressed and sad gaze on the painting paper again, but he couldn't help frowning and thinking hard.

"As for the girl who is being held by the royal brother......"

Wei Chigong on the side leaned over, glanced at it, and said. "Your Majesty, could this be the daughter of the Holy Monk? After all, the holy monk traveled west for ten years, and in terms of years and months, it was almost so big, and then he fell in the spiritual mountain with the holy monk, so ......"

"Nonsense!"

Tang Emperor Li Shimin couldn't help but scold angrily, so much so that Wei Chigong subconsciously shrunk his neck. "The royal brother is a great virtuous monk, how can he fall and break the precepts? Not to mention having a daughter in a foreign country, talking nonsense, it's a bastard. ”

"That'...... What is that, it can't be the horse of the holy monk...... Right? ”

Wei Chigong, who knew the temperament of Tang Emperor Li Shimin, said hard in order to divert Tang Emperor Li Shimin's sad emotions.

This horse ...... What is the point of being in the mouth of a big old man like Wei Chigong, can Tang Emperor Li Shimin not understand?

"Bastard thing, to slander the reputation of the holy monk like this, I ......"

Tang Emperor Li Shimin was furious, and he really forgot his sadness for a while, looked left and right, grabbed the inkstone and smashed it towards Wei Chigong.

"Go down, give me fifty of the leading sticks."

"Then the humble post will go down to receive it first, Your Majesty should not be angry." The old and coarse Wei Chigong withdrew as bitterly as possible.

However, being interrupted by Wei Chigong, a close friend who has been by his side for decades, Tang Emperor Li Shimin did temporarily break away from his sorrow, sighed helplessly, handed the painting paper to Wei Zheng, and said.

"For the time being, it's like this, or an immortal who protects the soul of the royal brother all the way."

"Yes......"

……

Above Zixiao Palace, Tang Sanzang, who was drinking vegetarian tea with Jin Chanzi, listened to Jin Chanzi's reaction to Tang Emperor Li Shimin, and couldn't help but sigh heavily, feeling infinite helplessness in his heart.

Now...... Tang Sanzang also understood that he did have the combat power comparable to that of a saint, but he was far inferior to the rest of the saints in many "tricks".

After all, whether it is affectionate or reasonable, Tang Emperor Li Shimin's farewell is the beginning of Tang Sanzang's journey to the west, and Tang Sanzang should also promise to return to the Tang Dynasty, and he doesn't want to ......

"After all, the poor monk is beyond his strength, so he has to fake his hands in a dream and borrow tea here to kill his sorrows."

Ao Yu, who was behind Tang Sanzang, heard this, and helped Tang Sanzang's little fingers pinching his shoulders to work harder and harder, as if he could help Tang Sanzang relieve his worries and worries.

"In this world, do you still have people who want to dream of breaking cause and effect?" The golden cicada tasted the tea, and with a slight movement of her fingers, she conjured up a large number of clouds and mist in front of her, and asked while admiring it.

"Otherwise, if the calamity is silent for the time being, Hongjun Lao'er will inevitably completely block the connection between Zixiao Palace and the Flood Desolate Heaven and Earth, so as to avoid the transmission of the first-class power of the saint to the Flood Desolate Heaven and Earth, and even if you and I work together, it may not be able to open it again."

Hearing this, many figures appeared in Tang Sanzang's mind.

The king of the daughter country, the three virgins Yang Chan, and the apricot fairy......

In the end, Tang Sanzang shook his head and said. "That's it, everything has its own cause and effect."

With a movement of the golden cicada's fingers, the clouds and mist changed from the fairy to the appearance of a cat-eared lady and a rabbit-eared girl, dancing Tang Sanzang's unusually familiar dance, and said.

"Hmm, then you have to think about it clearly, after all, it is connected with the desolate world, and the life in Zixiao Palace is really unpretentious and boring."

"Amitabha, good and good, all important things have been arranged, and the rest of the trivial things will depend on the cause......