The crowd walked through the mountainous area, and a foul smell came from the pavement in front of them.

"Vomit ......"

Zhu Bajie let out a retching sound, and directly used a spell to ban the long nose.

Sometimes a keen sense of smell is also a very sinful thing!

Zhu Bajie's long nose is not an ornament after all, its sense of smell is far beyond ordinary people, the rotten persimmons that have accumulated in the persimmon for many years, the persimmon mud has deteriorated in the hot summer, and there are groups of flies hovering above.

Xuanzang released a spell shield to shield the breath of the outside world, and after his divine sense swept away the hundreds of miles of scarce persimmons to ensure that there were no living people in them, he used his mana to move hundreds of miles of rotten persimmon mud on the scale of a mountain range to a basin, and then released a fairy fire full of destructive breath, directly burning all these backlogged persimmon mud into ashes.

The rare persimmon that had plagued the camel Luo Zhuang tree for a hundred years disappeared like this, and Xuanzang used another method to summon the rain and washed the entire canyon.

When the smell cleared, everyone continued on their way.

......

After walking on the official road for several days, the master and apprentice came to Zhu Ziguo.

Zhu Ziguo is a powerful country in the vicinity of hundreds of miles, with many cities, gatehouses all over the place, and the eight-horse parallel road in the capital leads directly to the palace.

The pedestrians on the street rub shoulders and shout endlessly, and the porters, pawns, and street vendors add a lot of market life to this land, which also highlights the country's developed commerce and national strength on the other hand.

People dress a little differently from the Central Plains, where silk is mostly expensive, but here is another mulberry linen material, which is soft but not as smooth as silk.

Xuanzang has long known that the king here is sick, and a few years ago he was choked by zongzi, and he couldn't get rid of it, and he had heart disease that caused a stubborn disease.

About three years ago, Guanyin's mount, the Golden Retriever, roared into the Nether as a demon, looking for a lady who pressed the cave, and after coming to the Zhu Ziguo Palace and seeing the Golden Sacred Palace, he had evil thoughts and wanted to rob it.

Although Zhu Ziguo is not a big state of the Central Plains Celestial Empire, there are also some people who are suppressed by human luck, although the golden retriever roar did not dare to rob it, but he used some means to force the monarch to take the initiative to hand over his concubines.

He threatened that if he didn't pay it, he would eat the king first, then the ministers, and then all the people in the city.

Under this threat, with the people of Li in the city on one side and the Golden Sacred Palace that he loved on the other, the monarch of Zhu Ziguo made an extremely difficult choice.

For the sake of the people of the world, the monarch ruthlessly pushed the Golden Sacred Palace out of the Hailiu Pavilion and let the golden retriever roar to catch it.

He was a good king, but not a good husband.

Because of this, because of the fright of the monster, I choked on the zongzi in my mouth that day, and I couldn't go up or down, plus I was sick and worried, and I often dreamed of the Golden Holy Palace crying for help, but I was helpless, I could only worry about it night and night, and my body was declining day by day.

I have found many good doctors and holy hands, but they are helpless about this disease, and at this time they have reached the critical time, and there is a possibility of driving the crane west at any time.

The monarch was critically ill, and the customs clearance document was naturally suppressed by the Huitong Pavilion, and Xuanzang planned to enter the palace to cure the king's illness, and then talk about other things.

Inside the Imperial Palace of Zhu Ziguo.

On the big bed carved with dragons and phoenixes, a thin middle-aged man with blank eyes was lying like a gossamer, coughing twice from time to time.

Despite this, he still insisted on listening to the reports of the ministers below, and gave instructions one by one.

"Your Majesty, there are monks from the Tang Dynasty from outside the palace, asking to see your majesty, I wonder if you want to summon them?" a black-clothed minister bowed down and asked, his eyes looking at the big bed, revealing his concern.

He could see that the monarch's health was getting worse and worse, and he might not be able to survive for a few days!

The king has no children, if there is no edict of succession, it will definitely cause chaos in the world!

"Ahem, is the monk from the east? I disappeared first, the body of the widow made the jokes of the people of the Celestial Empire ......" The old man's voice vaguely revealed a little sadness.

Heroes are in the twilight!

The black-clothed minister insisted on the court, bowed for a while, and then retreated.

"The monk from the east, the gentleman is not in good health, and he doesn't see outsiders!"

"Amitabha, the poor monk has already learned that the monarch is seriously ill, and he has a healing prescription in his hand, and he wants to enter the palace to see a doctor for the monarch!"

"Is this true? The group of people in the Tai Hospital are helpless, how can you be a monk?"

"Since we have reached the point of critical illness, why not let the poor monk give it a try?

"Master, wait a minute, I'll go and ask what the king means!"

The black-clothed minister walked back to the main hall quickly, and walked out of the hall after a while, and then beckoned: "Master, please come in, I hope you can cure our monarch's strange illness!"

Xuanzang entered the palace, and immediately smelled a pungent smell of herbs, it seems that the monarch of Zhu Ziguo has not stopped taking medicine over the years, and the disease has not been cured, and it has been delayed until now, relying on treasure medicine to hang his life.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Xuanzang has seen the king!" Xuanzang entered the door, folded his hands and bowed, and the yellow-robed figure on the big bed could be vaguely seen through the bead curtain.

"Monk exempt from courtesy, I heard that Aiqing said that you will heal?"

A weak voice came from within the bead curtain.

"Back to the king, the poor monk knows a little bit about the art of Qihuang, if the king trusts, let the poor monk give it a try!"

"The widow is tired and tired, and he can't see outsiders, can the monk have a way to ask for a doctor?"

"It's okay, the poor monk has his own ability to cut the veins, and please stretch out the palm of your hand!"

"Oh, and this kind of thaumaturgy? ahem......

The monarch stretched out his palm and poked out of the bed, looking as thin as a chicken's feet.

Xuanzang sat at the table, stretched out his hand, and a silk thread flew out of his sleeve and tied directly to the palm.

"Bold! is rude to the king!"

Seeing this, the guards on the side thought that Xuanzang wanted to harm the monarch, so they directly pulled out their waist knives.

"Don't be rude to that monk, this is the technique of cutting the pulse of the hanging wire, quickly retreat!" An old man in Tsing Yi with a medicine jar came out of the side hall and looked at Xuanzang with burning eyes, "This method of cutting the pulse has long been lost, I didn't expect the old man to be able to see it again in a monk, perhaps, the king's illness can really be saved......"

Xuanzang closed his eyes, his fingers flicked, as if he was playing the piano, and kept plucking the silk thread.

The old man in Tsing Yi was engrossed in observing, as if he wanted to understand the principle, but where would Xuanzang cut the pulse, he was just playing blindly now, pretending to be a doctor.

Sun Wukong saw the fame, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile.

Xiong Likui was surprised, the master still knew such mortal medical skills, he was really knowledgeable.

Xuanzang's eyebrows furrowed, as if he had discovered something, and asked out loud, "Your Excellency has a bad appetite?"

"The monarch really doesn't have much appetite, and he vomits as soon as he eats, and he can only use some soup to quench his hunger!" The old man in Tsing Yi on the side seemed to know that the monarch couldn't say too much, so he answered for him, and the monarch lay on the bed and didn't blame the old man in Tsing Yi for interfering.

"Alas......"