Rubbing his head, Jiang Liu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes a little dazed.

However, soon his eyes became clear, and he also remembered the fact that he had encountered the three demon kings before, and then Dao Ji turned into a dragon descending arhat.

"Amitabha, Xuanzang, you have woken up", at this time, a familiar but unfamiliar voice sounded next to him.

Familiar because the voice is familiar, unfamiliar because the tone gives people a very unfamiliar feeling.

Looking for prestige, I saw Dao Ji, no, it should be called the Dragon Descending Arhat, who was sitting next to him at the moment, looking at himself quietly.

"Luohan, how is Gao Yang?", sitting up, Jiang Liu asked the Dragon Descending Arhat.

Although there was the presence of the Dragon Descending Arhat, Jiang Liu felt that the White Poison King should not be able to turn over much wind and waves, but he who was in a coma did not see Gao Yang out of danger with his own eyes, and he naturally couldn't let go of it in his heart.

"Amitabha, Xuanzang, you should know that as a disciple of Buddhism, you can't have personal feelings with your children, right?", did not answer Jiang Liu's words, but stared at Jiang Liu seriously with the eyes of the Dragon Descending Arhat, and scolded in a deep voice.

After being reprimanded by the Dragon Descending Arhat, Jiang Liu was slightly flustered, and then, after a moment of silence, he only felt that there was a difference of 108,000 miles between the Dragon Descending Arhat in front of him and the Dao Ji in his impression, and asked, "Are you Dao Ji?"

"Dao Ji is the identity of the reincarnation of the true spirit of this seat, and the experience and memory of Dao Ji are just a few insignificant ten years of thousands of years of life in this seat."

In the face of Jiang Liu's inquiry, the Dragon Descending Arhat calmly replied: "Daoji is the Descending Dragon, but the Descending Dragon is not Daoji."

"This is the relationship between inclusion and being contained......", the explanation of the dragon arhat, Jiang Liu naturally understands.

To explain simply, if Daoji's experience and memories are gathered bit by bit, and more than ten years are like a glass of water, then the experience and memories of thousands of years of dragon descent are like a pond.

Pouring this glass of water into the pond, the consequences are self-evident.

"The golden cicada I know, dedicated to the Buddha, as the second disciple of the Buddha, the Buddha's heart and Buddha nature, so that people up and down the mountain are all admired, reincarnated ten times, the first nine times are firm in their own beliefs, do not forget their own destiny to go west to learn scriptures, but I didn't expect that in the most critical life, you are so intoxicated with the love of children", after the dragon Arhat sighed slightly for a while, he felt that the matter had come to this, and it was time to tell him the fate of going west to learn scriptures.

At this moment, the dragon descending Arhat was angry and helpless in his heart.

In the lower realm because of his own affairs, the Buddha gave him a chance to redeem his merits, that is, after reincarnation, he guided the reincarnation of the golden cicada and embarked on the fateful road of traveling west to learn scriptures.

In the view of the dragon descending Arhat, in the previous nine reincarnations, the golden cicada kept in mind his mission, and this task should not be difficult, but he didn't expect that in this last life, the golden cicada would be intoxicated with the private relationship between men and women?

This matter, the dragon descending Arhat is naturally to put an end to it by all means.

Fortunately, Gao Yang has already been poisoned by the rotten spirit, which is enough to kill the poison of the immortals, Mo said that he has no ability to detoxify, even if he has the ability to detoxify, he will never detoxify her.

However, Jiang Liu had already known the fate of his westward journey to learn the scriptures, and after learning the news, he did not ask in shock, but just stared at the Dragon Descending Arhat seriously, and asked again: "The Arhat hasn't answered my question just now, how is Gao Yang?

He told his fate of traveling west to learn from the scriptures, but he didn't care about it, and he still cared about that woman?

The Dragon Descending Arhat was shocked and angry, and after a moment of silence, he also felt that he should tell him the truth, so that he completely broke off the thoughts of these men and women.

"Just a snake demon, I have already killed it, but when I started, it was still a step too late, and the snake demon still injected the poison of the rotten spirit into Princess Gaoyang's body, and this seat does not have this ability to solve it, after seven hundred and forty-nine days, the girl will have to rot inside and outside her body and die."

"You did it on purpose!".

The words of the dragon descending arhat made Jiang Liu shocked, Huo Ran got up from the bed and shouted at the dragon descending arhat: "With your transcendent cultivation, even the dragon can be lowered, you actually let a white snake poison in front of you? You must have done it on purpose!"

"Amitabha, please figure out the situation, this seat has no obligation to help you save people!", in response to Jiang Liu's angry shout, the Dragon Descending Arhat was still calm, and said lightly.

These words left Jiang Liu speechless.

Indeed, from a logical point of view, the Dragon Descending Arhat is indeed not obliged to save people, and it is even reasonable for him to deliberately break up himself and Gao Yang, and all this has been expected by himself a long time ago.

It's just that when all this really happened, Jiang Liu still felt that he was lost.

Although from the standpoint of Buddhism, it is not wrong for the Dragon Descending Arhat to deliberately kill Gao Yang, but from the standpoint of Jiang Liu, he is naturally angry in his heart.

"Okay, good, what a compassionate Buddha", staring seriously at the dragon descending Arhat in front of him, Jiang Liu smiled angrily, stopped speaking, turned around and ran out.

For the river to run away, the dragon descending Arhat did not stop him.

The poison of the rotten spirit is by no means something that can be solved by mortal means, no matter how much trouble he makes, he only has the last seven hundred and forty-nine days......

"Amitabha, aren't you afraid that this move will cause a strong backlash from Xuanzang? What's more, his identity is ......", after running away with the river, the holy monk of Longhai walked in from outside, his palms folded, and his expression was a little worried.

Although the Dragon Descending Arhat and the Longhai Holy Monk both held opposing opinions in their hearts about the relationship between Jiang Liu and Gao Yang, the actions of the Dragon Descending Arhat were too direct and rude, far less gentle than the Longhai Holy Monk.

After all, Xuanzang's identity should not be underestimated.

"It's okay, Xuanzang is just a golden cicada, why should you be afraid of him holding a grudge?"

It's just that, waving his hand, the dragon descending Arhat didn't care, and said: "Daoji is the dragon, but the dragon is not Daoji, in the same way, Xuanzang is a golden cicada, and how can a golden cicada be Xuanzang?"

"If he arrives at the Xitian Da Lei Yin Temple one day, obtains the true scriptures, and preaches the Buddha, presumably Jin Chanzi will thank me for my actions today and help him break off this red dust thought, right?"

"Alas......", Longhai Holy Monk, sighed secretly in his heart.

For the behavior of the dragon arhat, I don't agree, and after getting along for some days, the holy monk of Longhai thinks that he still knows some about Xuanzang's heart, although the grievances are clear, but after all, he is a young man with strong blood.

He dared to shout "I want to return the vulgar" at the incense ceremony, if he really bottomed out, no one knows what amazing things he would do.

......

In the Tang Palace, on the sickbed, Gao Yang was lying quietly, his face covered with a veil, and Tang Emperor Li Shimin was sitting aside, holding a teacup with a calm expression.

It's just that the tea in his cup is already cold, and he hasn't even taken a sip.

In the palace, more than a dozen imperial doctors with white beards and white hairs all looked distressed, and the princess's poison, they were all powerless.

Next to Gao Yang's bed, a middle-aged Taoist who was about fifty years old, with the appearance of a fairy wind bone, held the dust with one hand, and put the other hand on Gao Yang's wrist, quietly taking the pulse.

It can be seen with the naked eye that on the white wrist like congealed fat, a piece of corroded flesh is very ugly and slowly spreading.

After a long time, the Dao Master withdrew his palm and sighed softly.

"Daoist Yuan, how is the situation in Gao Yang?", seeing that the young Daoist had finished diagnosing his pulse, the tea that had been cold in Tang Huang's cup was put down and asked.

"Report!", but before the Taoist could speak, suddenly, a eunuch hurriedly ran in.

"Your Majesty, Master Xuanzang asks to see Her Royal Highness the Princess."