The eminent monks of the Tang Dynasty met with their majesties from other countries not once or twice.
Every time they meet, they always talk about "where do you come from" and "how is the Tang Dynasty", and the king of Zhuzi Kingdom is no exception.
Although his face looked a little gloomy, because the Zhuzi Kingdom was quite far away from the Tang Dynasty, he still worked hard to ask Master Sanzang about the customs of the Tang Dynasty.
Xu Shi has not seen such eminent monks for a long time. Today, when Xingxing arises, he will hold a banquet in the Pixiang Hall to entertain the sacred monks.
His Majesty invited Master Sanzang to sit with him and had a pleasant conversation. He learned a lot about the features of the Tang Dynasty from Master Sanzang, and asked Master Sanzang why he came to learn the scriptures.
After listening to Master Sanzang's explanation of stories such as "The Dragon King of the Jinghe River secretly rains", "Prime Minister Wei Zheng dreamed of slaying a dragon", "The King of Tang dreamed of traveling to the Palace of Hell", etc., I sighed for a while: "Sincerity is a great country in heaven, with upright kings and virtuous ministers! It seems that I have been ill for a long time and no one can save me."
Fa Hai was actually not surprised when he heard His Majesty's words. When they first met, he noticed that His Majesty was sallow and thin, and his appearance was shabby. His discerning eyes also detected that he was suffering from an old illness.
It can be seen that His Majesty the King has a pretty good foundation. Even if he has some long-term illness, he can still bear it until now. This disease is not life-threatening, but only makes people lose weight day by day. It is a worry-like disease that causes panic and anorexia.
When he entered the city, he saw someone in the city posting a list of medical practitioners, but he didn't take a closer look, so he must be suffering from this disease.
Now that he has encountered it, Fahai will naturally not sit idly by and ignore it. Moreover, the Majesty of the Jade Kingdom is also a wise monarch who can manage a country in an orderly manner even when he is ill.
Although his previous words were inevitably filled with envy of the Tang Dynasty, his words about having no ministers to save him were actually not meant to belittle his subjects, but rather self-effacing remarks.
I just saw Master Tripitaka traveling across mountains and rivers to the far west to seek scriptures, and I felt emotional for a moment.
After all, he has been ill for a long time. Isn't it his minister who is taking care of all the affairs of the court?
Moreover, it seems that a country like his that has been passed down for a long time has its own set of laws for governing and running. The greater significance of sitting on the throne is actually to pass on the family line and consolidate the country's foundation.
Of course, the ministers naturally hope that the leader of a country is a wise and holy king. Even a mediocre appearance is acceptable.
What I am afraid of is the kind of country leader who is overjoyed in his achievements despite his lack of ability. This is actually not much worse than the harm done to a country by a coward or a tyrant.
"Amitabha."
Fahai said to the king: "The poor monk also knows a thing or two about medical practice. If your majesty trusts the poor monk, you can ask the poor monk to diagnose your majesty."
Fa Hai is a practitioner, and he has access to the meridians throughout his body, and the meridians are the key to medical skills. Practitioners like them actually have a lot of insights into medical skills.
They are just some methods of practicing medicine, and they do not follow the medical pharmacology like a serious doctor.
After all, the Dharma and magic power of the body are ever-changing and more effective according to one's heart.
As the saying goes, Fa Hai has a pair of Dharma eyes, which can look up to the sky and down to the underworld. He can see through the illness of His Majesty in front of him. Naturally, it is not a big problem.
It’s no longer on the same level.
"The mage can also treat doctors?" The king was overjoyed when he heard this.
"I know a little bit." Fahai nodded.
The king directly stretched out his hand in front of Fa Hai and said: "Please ask the Master for diagnosis and treatment! If I can cure my illness, I am willing to share the country equally with the Master and share the country!"
Amitabha.
Is this the first country leader who wants to share the country and the country equally with him?
Naturally, Fahai would not take these mundane matters to heart. In order to reassure the king, he put two fingers between his wrists, and they could confirm each other when he looked at them just now.
In the palace, Fahai was treating His Majesty.
The few apprentices who stayed in the hall had already been wandering around the city.
Several disciples acted separately, each with his own destination.
The little white dragon checks to see if there are any demons causing trouble around him;
Bajie and Wujing, naturally, one is looking for specialties to eat, and the other is looking for customs.
The capital is different, the goods are very complete.
Hotels, rice shops, mills, and Lingluo groceries, needless to say, the exotic sugar cakes, steamed cakes, snacks, rolls, oily foods, and sweet foods are countless good things in Bajie's opinion.
There are also the signature dishes of various restaurants, which makes Bajie never want to leave. That is to say, their master eliminated thieves along the way and left a lot of money, so that Bajie can eat all the way and experience the wonderful things in this city.
Bajie still can't do it if he steals other people's craftsmanship.
But after eating it, he can figure out the production process, and in the future he can slowly improve his research and incorporate his own characteristics.
When passing by the grocery store, I also bought all kinds of special seasonings from the country. After all, the consumption along the way was not small, and the previous inventory was not much.
Bajie was walking down the street carrying his big bags, feeling that he could go to heaven and become a "God of Cooking".
If I can benefit the three realms with delicious food, is it considered a great merit?
After all, in life, food, clothing, housing and transportation are the first priority.
Seeing that Master and fellow brothers all have lofty aspirations, even a man as broad-minded as Bajie would inevitably have thoughts like these. Bajie's temperament has already destined him to act within his capabilities, and he can achieve such a result. , which is also reasonable.
Bajie thought in his mind, and he was going to find time to ask his master for advice in private. After all, if Brother Monkey heard this, he would only laugh at himself for being a fool who only knows "eat, eat, eat".
Not knowing that Bajie was making up his own great sage at random, he first went to the local City God's Temple to ask about the local grievances, and by the way, he arrested a few rootless wild ghosts and took them into the City God's Temple.
Knowing that although there was some minor chaos and evil in the city, the overall situation was stable, the Great Sage soon stayed in the City God's Temple.
After all, his reputation was so great that these city gods made him feel very uncomfortable when they saw his cautious, trembling and respectful look.
After leaving the Chenghuang Temple, I heard some commotion not far away, so the Great Sage rushed over to join in the fun.
It turned out that the people who posted the imperial notice at the east gate of the city had posted it all the way to the west of the city. When they first entered the city, Bajie caused a commotion. They walked in a hurry and did not take a closer look.
Now that he was in front of the Great Sage, he naturally wanted to take a good look at it for a while.
"I, the noble king of Niuhezhou in Xixi, have enjoyed peace and tranquility in all directions since I was established. Due to the recent ominous state affairs, I am seriously ill and am lying on my pillow, and it will be difficult to recover as time goes by. The imperial hospital in my country has repeatedly selected good prescriptions, but failed to cure it. I am here today. This article is to recruit wise men from all over the world. From north to east, if there is anyone who has good medicine in China or other countries, please come to the treasure hall and treat me. If you recover a little, I will divide the country equally, and I will never show it in vain. For this reason, I am here. Those who are given the chance to hang up must go to the list."
After the great sage saw it, he said in his heart: This king is very generous. He can cure his illness and gain half of the country.
Now that Master has entered the imperial court, although he is not eligible for the imperial title, His Majesty's illness cannot be hidden from Master's Dharma Eyes, Amitabha. How many times has Master rejected half of the world?
If they were combined into one place, I am afraid that this territory would not be smaller than the Tang Dynasty.
The Great Sage thought for a while, then turned his fiery eyes to look directly at the palace. He saw that the master was about to diagnose His Majesty's pulse. The Great Sage rolled his eyes and smiled. Firstly, he was looking for something to have fun with, and secondly, more It is to preserve the name of Master and Holy Monk.
The great sage chanted the magic formula in his mouth, and then breathed in the fairy air and blew it towards the Sunda ground, and then a fairy wind blew up. The fairy wind blew up the emperor's list, but the father-in-law and the school captain who were called to post the list were frightened and hurriedly Said: "Quick, the imperial list has been blown away by the wind!"
After everyone heard this, they saw that the imperial list was blown in the air by the wind and carried away with the wind!
"Quickly, take down the imperial list!"
A father-in-law screamed at the top of his lungs, and everyone hurriedly chased him all the way outside the palace.
Except for the two father-in-laws, how could anyone else enter the palace gate?
A team of imperial guards were mobilized to chase him together.
"Stop!"
As he was chasing, a guard stretched out his hand to stop him, "Stop making any noise!"
When everyone took a look, it turned out that they had arrived at the Pixiang Hall, and the guard who stopped them was none other than the commander of the guards around His Majesty.
The two father-in-laws were not great eunuchs, so they quickly said: "Commander, an imperial list was blown into the palace by the wind, and went straight into the Hall of Pixiang!"
The commander of the guards said: "I have seen it. Just now, my companion Hong Da said that the emperor's list was taken over by Master Sanzang, a eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty. You can go on your own."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, quite confused, but since the commander-in-chief said so, they naturally had no choice but to retreat.
And in the Pixiang Hall.
Fahai's one hand was still on His Majesty's wrist, and in the other hand, he was naturally grabbing the imperial list that flew out of thin air. At this moment, the imperial list was opened, and Fahai himself saw the words on it.
In the eyes of the emperor, this was a miracle, a manifestation of the Bodhisattva.
Otherwise, why would Master Tripitaka want to diagnose and treat him? Why would the imperial list fly into Master Tripitaka's hands?
But Fahai knew very well that this was the work of his naughty disciple.
The hairy monkey became more and more bold.
Fahai had a premonition before the emperor entered the palace.
With a sweep of his consciousness, he saw that there was a commotion outside, and then the imperial list came into the palace and was taken into his hands. After taking the imperial list into hand and clearing out the words on it, I knew the cause and effect.
"Your Majesty, this imperial list may have been made by the naughty disciples of the poor monk." Fahai said to His Majesty, "But now that it has fallen into the hands of the poor monk, and the poor monk is also diagnosing and treating Your Majesty, it can be regarded as the poor monk's revelation." Get off."
"Father, please tell me please."
After receiving His Majesty's permission, Hong Daban, who had been serving His Majesty, left the Pixiang Hall and informed the outside commander that the emperor's entry into the hall was caused by Master Sanzang.
The words are so.
But His Majesty looked at Master Tripitaka with an expression that suggested something was wrong. He thought Master Tripitaka's words were just an excuse.
This is clearly destiny!
Today, it is expected that his illness will be cured by Master Tripitaka, and Master Tripitaka should also become the leader of half of the country.
With his spirits high, it seemed that his symptoms had been relieved to some extent even without Master Sanzang's medicine. Even his face showed a bit of rosy color.
Pa Pa Pa Pa Paa scared!
When Fahai saw this, he released his hand for diagnosing the pulse, tapped his Majesty's body several times in succession, and at the same time said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty has been sick for a long time, so be careful not to be overjoyed or sad."
It's not okay to be emotional.
Especially for people like the leader of the Zhuzi Kingdom who are suffering from chronic illness, the slightest act of kindness will hurt their heart.
"That's right, that's right." The king of the country was now obeying Master Tripitaka's advice. He quickly calmed down and said, "I have lost my temper."
"Amitabha." Fa Hai recited the Dharma name and said, "Your Majesty, the Cun pulse in your left hand is strong and tight, the Guan pulse is astringent and slow, and the Chi pulse is thick and heavy."
After listening to Master Sanzang's pulse description in a few words, the king quickly asked: "What can you tell about the cause of the disease?"
"If the left cun is strong and tight, it means that the heart is weak and has heartache; if the cun is astringent and slow, it means sweating and muscle numbness; if the cun is heavy and heavy, the urine will be red and the stool will be bloody." The king nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, that's right. Yes, I often suffer from heartache, numbness and weakness in my hands and feet, and my whole body is covered in sweat. My bowel movements are also abnormal, just as the holy monk said."
After the king finished speaking, he quickly brought his right hand forward and said, "Holy monk, hurry up. Come and feel the pulse with your right hand."
Fa Hai stretched out two fingers to explore for a moment and said: "The Cun pulse in the right hand is floating and slippery, the Guan pulse is slow and knotted, and the Chi pulse is numerous but firm."
"What are these symptoms?" The king looked expectant.
"It's nothing more than internal knots, amenorrhea, food and drink retention, restlessness, fullness, deficiency and coldness."
Fahai paused, looked at the king in front of him and said: "These pulse conditions are all recorded in the medical books and pathologies. Moreover, they are all His Majesty's diseases. The doctors of the Imperial Hospital must be able to diagnose them."
"Yes." The king of the country had a grimace on his face when he heard this, "This is where we are in trouble. They were able to diagnose the pulse and use some symptomatic medicine. But my condition never got better."
"Amitabha." Fahai nodded and said, "Actually, the above symptoms are not the cause of the disease, but just the symptoms."
They all seem to be symptomatic medicines, but in fact, this prescription has no effect in curing the disease.
Of course, it cannot be said that it is useless, otherwise His Majesty would not be able to survive now.
Besides, Fahai knows better.
Even the imperial doctors of the imperial hospital do not dare to use strong medicine when treating the royal children, especially the king and queen. Not only that, even for common diseases, conservative treatment is often adopted.
Normally, this would be no problem, but now His Majesty's illness is obvious even to the imperial doctors, so they probably don't have a prescription for it.
However, they are not afraid of dragging down His Majesty's illness. As long as they can keep His Majesty alive, it will be a credit.
I'm just afraid that something unexpected might happen. That would be a serious crime that would implicate the nine clans.
Fahai naturally did not have these worries, so he said to the king, "Your Majesty's physical illness is actually nothing more than poor digestion. Nutritional imbalance is best treated here. The real difficulty lies in your Majesty's mind. If the poor monk did not make a mistake in the diagnosis, , Firstly, His Majesty was frightened and is still in panic; secondly, he is worried."
"But I don't know who or what your Majesty is worrying about."
The king was stunned for a moment and said: "The holy monk has such great skills!"
When Fahai saw that the Lord of the Kingdom had agreed and wanted to explain some of the reasons first, and seeing that His Majesty was already in a bad mood at the moment, and that he must have spent a lot of energy on entertaining him, he said, "I'll give your Majesty a few massages, first." It will not be too late to cure your Majesty's physical illness and wait for your Majesty to recover overnight."
"The holy monk is still careful, but I am impatient."
The leader of the Imperial Kingdom now has great trust in Master Tripitaka and is not defensive at all. "Holy Monk, do you have to take off your clothes during massage?"
Fahai looked at the eager but slightly expectant expression of the leader of the Zhuzi Kingdom, and was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Your Majesty, just find a place to lie down."
Hong Daban, who was waiting on the side, actually wanted to say a few words. After all, the king of a country, how could his dragon body be touched by a foreign monk?
This is because the ministers are not here, otherwise there will be some trouble.
But he grew up with the king since he was a child, and he knew how tortured the king's illness was. Now this Master Tripitaka who came from the Tang Dynasty may be a truly eminent monk, or he may really have a wonderful rejuvenation technique.
Just as he was thinking this, he saw His Majesty lying down on the bed in the Pixiang Hall and letting Master Tripitaka perform his tricks.
