Xuanzang and a few people successfully lived in the inn, the inn was brightly lit, most of them were passing merchants, and their dressing styles were very different.

The people fell asleep and did not speak all night.

Early the next morning, Xuanzang took a few apprentices to the Huitong Post House next to the royal city to apply to the officials there for a reversal of Guan Wen, and by the way, he met the king of the bhikshu country.

The name of the children's city was given by the people, and on the surface it was still called the country of bhikshus, but the people resented the king for taking the sons of the people, so the name spread in private.

The application for the Huitong Post House was soon passed on to the abbot's desk, and because the king was seriously ill these days, all the affairs of the bhikshu kingdom were entrusted to this abbot to act as the ruler of the court.

As soon as the national ruler saw the content of the document, he was immediately overjoyed, knowing that Tang Seng, who was rumored to be immortal by eating a piece of meat in the demon world, was here, so he immediately drew red with a red pen and quickly arranged a meeting with Tang Seng.

A large group of soldiers first came from outside the door of the Huitong Post House, and surrounded the Huitong Pavilion, causing the people along the street to panic, thinking that they were arresting some fugitives.

The soldiers got out of the way, and walked in a general in full armor, who personally invited Xuanzang's master and apprentice to the palace for a banquet with a cold face.

The king was awakened with a pill of strong heart, giving him some strength to meet with the foreign guests.

"Master, the king of this bhikshu country really values us, and has sent so many soldiers to escort us!" Xiong Likui hummed from behind.

Xuanzang smiled, and then said meaningfully: "Maybe it's because I'm afraid that we'll run away!"

"Could it be that there are also monsters in this bhikshu country who have thoughts about Master?"

"Harm, Senior Brother Xiong, let's go to the palace and have a look!"

"Well, Senior Brother is right!"

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The four masters and apprentices were guarded by the soldiers and entered the royal city, and the streets inside the royal city were bleak, and there was a resentment in the air.

Xuanzang pinched his fingers and counted it, and knew that the white deer spirit had harmed many famous ministers and virtuous generals, and the bhikshu country was in a miasma, and the already small fortune of the dynasty was also passing rapidly.

The royal palace is a splendid palace complex, with the main hall of government affairs in front and several palaces on both sides to receive foreign guests or hold royal dinners.

Xuanzang and his entourage were directly brought into the 'Spirit Law Palace', which is the palace given by the king to the father-in-law, only separated by a wall from the harem, and is located at the back of the political hall.

There are all kinds of places to play between the palaces, such as wine ponds and meat forests, leopard houses, fighting arenas, etc., all of which are set up by the national abbot, and the livelihood in them is naturally not enough for outsiders, so they are all covered by curtains.

The Spirit Law Hall was full of gourmet fairy fruits, and there were fair maids on both sides to serve them, and as soon as they entered the hall, they asked for a hint of rouge.

At the top, there is a dragon bed horizontally, and the bead curtain hangs down, making it difficult to see the scene inside.

On the first seat under the dragon bed, an old Taoist sat cross-legged, and Xuanzang entered the door for a long time before he slowly opened his eyes.

I saw that he was wearing a light goose yellow Jiuxi cloud brocade scarf on his head, a plum agarwood silk crane with a clink, a blue three-strand velvet belt wrapped around his waist, a pair of hemp warp Ge Weiyun head shoes under his feet, and a nine-section withered vine dragon crutch beside his hand.

The crane has a childish face, long eyebrows and ears, and golden fireworks flashing in his eyes.

It makes people look like this is a true cultivator.

"The poor monk Xuanzang has seen His Majesty the King!"

There was a slight coughing sound from the dragon bed, and then a violent gasp, "Monk is exempt!"

Xuanzang raised his eyes and saw through the bead curtain directly, there was a thin old man on the dragon bed, who was moving his hands and feet against a fox spirit.

I was surprised at the moment, what a knife on the head of the word 'color'!

The kings of the bhikshu kingdom were already terminally ill, and they still had the heart to do it, and they simply didn't know how to write the word 'death'.

"Holy monk, the king is seriously ill and needs to speak less, so let the abbot come to receive the holy monk!" The abbot got up from his seat, and couldn't help but look Xuanzang up and down in his eyes, with a faint look of greed in his eyes.

In front of you is Tang Seng!

As long as you eat a piece of his meat, you can expect the road!

Guozhang's heart was like a cat, he walked over quickly and grabbed Xuanzang's arm directly, and said with a kind smile: "Holy monk, take a seat, I have prepared a sumptuous wine and food for you!"

Several people sat down one after another, and there were a lot of hot and fragrant dishes on the table, and in front of Xuanzang was a vegetarian meal made of various rice noodles, which looked full of color and taste.

Guozhang's table is a combination of meat and vegetables, and there are many meat and hard dishes made from various domestic animals.

"Holy monk, coming from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, it must be difficult and difficult, right?" Guozhang took a bite of fish, then put down his chopsticks, and asked enthusiastically to Xuanzang who was sitting next to him.

Xuanzang ate a fragrant fried gluten, felt that the taste was good, but it lacked some salty and spicy taste, heard the white deer essence come to shush the cold and ask for warmth, and also put the chopsticks on the side of the chopstick, and said: "Hardship and hardship? The poor monk does not feel difficult, the scenery along the way is beautiful, and it is convenient for enthusiastic donors to greet each place, so it is not considered hardship." ”

"I heard that from the Tang Dynasty to my bhikshu country, there are tigers, leopards, wolves, insects, demons and monsters, and holy monks along the way?" Guozhang then asked, as if he wanted to inquire if Sun Wukong's ability was the same as in the legend.

"Most of the tigers, leopards, wolves and insects are cute, the demons and monsters are also very enthusiastic, all have deep Buddha nature, after seeing the poor monks, they have to talk about Buddhism together, they are all in the Tao to understand the philosophy of demon life, and then determined to go to the West Heaven to become a Buddha. ”

Xuanzang responded casually, not looking at the strange face of the national master after listening to it.

Looking at the fried golden gluten on the plate, Xuanzang groped out a pack of sweet sauce tomato juice with Sun Wu air conditioner from his arms, and then sprinkled cumin powder chili noodles, and suddenly a peculiar flavor was in the hall.

After Xuanzang stirred evenly, he picked up a gluten and sent it into his mouth, which was immediately full of crispy fragrance, and his mouth was fragrant, and he had the effect of cumin and chili pepper to remove greasy, and the taste was excellent.

Sun Wukong saw this novel way of eating, and hurriedly leaned over and grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and then the monkey's eyes were round, and he looked at Xuanzang with a shocked face.

"This kind of vegetarian food can become so delicious, it seems that my grandson still needs to learn a lot in cooking!"

When Sun Wukong sighed in his heart, Zhu Bajie had already squeezed over shamelessly, smiled, bowed to Xuanzang, and then wanted to take away the plate of gluten.

"Boom!"

Sun Wukong directly smashed his fist on the top of Zhu Bajie's head, "Idiot, you want to grab Master's bowl, are you tired of it?"

Zhu Bajie was smashed a little painfully, and covered his head and returned to his seat.

Sun Wukong touched the beads on his waist, and then also took out sweet sauce tomato juice and cumin powder chili noodles, and adjusted the gluten in his bowls, including the two junior brothers.

Zhu Bajie was a little sullen after being hammered, but when he saw that Sun Wukong helped him make a bowl of the same gluten, he couldn't help but have a bright smile on his face.

"Brother Monkey is still good to my old pig!"

Definitely, as soon as this thing came up, he directly forgot who smashed him just now!