I, Yang Guo's son, abducted Zhang Sanfeng and traversed countless worlds.

The voice was weak and slowly floated over from outside the Golden Palace.

Then there was a commotion, with the eunuchs shouting, "Lord Hua!"

"Shoulder to shoulder king!"

"King Xiaoyao!"

Then, Hua Shi was seen sitting in a wheelchair, with his back leaning against a tiger skin and his legs covered with another tiger skin, and was slowly pushed in by the eunuch.

"Hey, Flower Prince."

Yang Jian stood up from the throne, took the wheelchair from the eunuch, and personally pushed him to the front of the line of civil officials and military officers. If there were no steps on the throne, Yang Jian would have pushed Hua Shi to the side of the throne.

All the civil and military officials also stood up and bowed to the King, to show their respect for the highest official under the Emperor Tang.

"Prince Hua, I didn't expect you to come here today. How are you? How is your health recently?" Yang Jian asked softly.

Yes, Hua Shi is still alive.

This was something almost no one expected.

Because it has been more than 30 years since the second founding of the Tang Dynasty, all the old brothers who followed Yang Jian to conquer the world have long since died, and even their sons have become mature and steady nobles.

Luo Yi, who was with Hua Shi in the northern border, has died long ago, and Luo Cheng has now become a little old man with a beard, in his early sixties.

The White Tiger Star Lord has not been in good health recently, and it seems that his condition is not as good as Hua Shi. An imperial physician went to see him and told the Luo family to be prepared, as the old general will really leave in the next day or two.

Everyone in the Luo family cried bitterly.

Hua Shi also went over and cried.

Luo Cheng cried out in admiration. He had never dreamed that his sickly teacher would cry about his own death.

This guy who looked like he would die if he was blown by a strong wind actually lived the longest. Not only was he still alive, but his physical condition was no different from when he was in his twenties, and he could easily take care of himself.

You have to know that those veteran generals who have fought in hundreds of battles have either over-stimulated their potential or suffered injuries when they were young, which led to their bodies being hunched in their later years. The one mentioned here is Qin Qiong.

Qin Qiong's current physical condition looks worse than Hua Shi's, and is not much different from the dying Luo Cheng. He would cough up blood if he spoke a few more words.

Who would have thought that Hua Shi’s current physical fitness is not even the worst among this group of people?

No one expected that flowers and stones could survive so well, but long-standing habits still made everyone treat them with caution.

"I'm in good health, Your Majesty. You are in good health too." Hua Shi was several years older than Luo Cheng. He was almost seventy years old at this time. He spoke like an old man, but his laugh was hearty.

"Thanks to my ancestors, I will live to be 150 years old, and I will be in good health. It's hard to say about others." Yang Jian lived too long. There has never been an emperor in history who could live to be 98 years old, neither before nor in the future.

He once thought that the greatest purpose of being an emperor was to achieve immortality and to control the supreme power of the world forever. But when he was almost a hundred years old, all his old brothers around him died one by one, and he felt that immortality was not so satisfying.

Now Yang Jian was always playing his cards to others, always asking people to calculate how long it would take for him to die or abdicate. Anyway, it scared the people around him.

This is what they mean by "serving the emperor is like serving a tiger."

"My son is dying soon, maybe one day. Look at me, I am sending off my son twice." Yang Jian shook his head and looked at Hua Shi with a sarcasm. After all, it was this ghost who had planned to behead Yang Guang by Luo Yi.

"Well, Luo Cheng just died, and I just came here from his house. This kid had too much evil spirit in him, and he was killed."

Hua Shi shook his head. Although Luo Cheng had not done anything that would anger the gods and shorten his life under Hua Shi's guidance, he was still under the control of the White Tiger and the Broken Army. Especially now that the gods and demons had appeared, the evil spirit of the White Tiger and the West Gold was constantly washing over his body.

But there is one thing, his body of a mortal reincarnation is not strong enough to withstand such a strong force. Luo Cheng's normal life span is only 75 years old. Secondly, Luo Cheng's strength is also very weak, far less than that of Li Yuanba, Yuwen Chengdu, Pei Yuanqing and other beasts.

This is true whether it is the gap in the status of gods in heaven or the gap in the strength of human beings.

His body could not withstand the impact of the White Tiger's evil spirit, and his life span of 75 years was reduced to just over 60. When Hua Shi arrived, the person had just died, and they were going to hold a grand ceremony and funeral for the body after seven days of rest.

In fact, this is quite good. The original Luo Cheng only lived to his early twenties before being pierced by thousands of arrows and died. This is already an extra forty years, so Hua Shi was not too sad.

"Oh, Luo Cheng is dead too?" Yang Jian slapped his thigh as a familiar person walked away from him.

I am getting more and more lonely in this world. I thought I was the supreme ruler, but I am actually alone. I am less than a hundred years old, and I feel so lonely. I don't know how my ancestors lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian subconsciously looked at Yang Gui, only to see that this guy was playing a small game with Hou Tu in full swing. The sentimental mood and atmosphere disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"I am so stupid to worry about the old ancestor, really." Yang Jian shook his head with a wry smile. He should have thought of it long ago. This old ancestor is mentally ill. He is very mental.

"Then, old prince, why are you here today?" Yang Jian asked tentatively.

"Well, I will resign from my post, Your Majesty." Hua Shi nodded and said, "I am too old to be an official in the court anymore."

Hua Shi's words made Yang Jian and the civil and military officials look at him sideways. You are too old to be an official. Are you talking like a sensible person? Since the second establishment of Yang Tang, when have you ever been in charge of anything?
Yes, everyone knew that Hua Shi was extremely intelligent, but they also knew that Hua Shi was in poor health, so Yang Jian gave a death order that no one except himself was allowed to disturb Hua Shi, and anyone who disobeyed the order would be executed.

Even Yang Jian himself had set a rule for himself that he would only ask this person to come out of retirement when the Tang Dynasty was at its end and there was really no other way. Otherwise, he would usually rely on himself and his civil and military officials, and if that still didn't work, he would go to Huayan.

It is obvious that Yang Tang has been developing better and better over the years. Some small countries around it have been destroyed by Li Jing and others. Yang Jian has also been given the title of "Heavenly Khan".

Especially after Xuanzang was able to take charge of his own affairs, he couldn't find Huayan, let alone Huashi, and Xuanzang did everything for him. So when Huashi said this now, it wasn't that anyone had any objections, but it was still too cruel.

"Okay then, I'll grant your request." Yang Jian nodded, not wanting to argue with Hua Shi about this. "Old Prince, what do you plan to do in the future?"

"Look, our Tang Dynasty is going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures." Hua Shi pointed at Xuanzang, and then looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva. "The one who is going to obtain Buddhist scriptures from our Tang Dynasty is the great Buddha King of Merit of the Tang Dynasty. How can he go alone? Guanyin Bodhisattva even brought a disciple with her when she went out."

Hua Shi's words almost made Guanyin Bodhisattva so angry that smoke came out of her head.

What does "I bring an apprentice with me when I go out" mean? Shouldn't I bring an apprentice with me when I go out with my status?
Hua Shi was still trying to make amends, "Don't blame me, Bodhisattva. I don't mean to say that you are unworthy of having a disciple. I mean that you are the leader of the four great Bodhisattvas, with great magical powers, even higher than many Buddhas.

"When I need someone to take care of me, I can just use my magic power to do it, and I don't need anyone to run errands for me. If I need protection when I encounter danger, what's the use of this kid when even you, Guanyin Bodhisattva, are in danger?"

Hua Shi looked at Mu Cha and shook his head, saying, "So, never feel useless and never lose confidence in yourself. When you feel useless, you can look at Hui'an Mu Cha, the guardian of Guanyin Bodhisattva. I think this can even become an allusion."

Mu Cha was so angry that his head was burning with anger, and he almost stretched out his iron stick to hit the stone.

As a result, as soon as he stood up, all the civil and military officials in the Tang Dynasty, from the emperor down, stared at him with unfriendly expressions.

"Traveler Hui'an, you have just arrived here, so you may not be well-informed. This old prince Hua is the most wise man in our Tang Dynasty, a white jade pillar that supports the sky and a purple gold beam that spans the sea.

Even if the whole Tang Dynasty is in the most dire and desperate time, as long as Old Prince Hua is here, we can turn the situation around."

Yang Jian looked at Mu Cha with a bad face and said slowly: "He is a weak old man. You have heard that a noble general of our Tang Dynasty just died today. If you let the old prince Hua have any trouble today, our Tang Dynasty will go to war with your Buddhism and destroy the Guanyin sect first. Do you believe it or not?"

"No, I, I didn't do anything!"

Mu Cha almost cried out of grievance.

Think about him, Li Mucha, the third-generation disciple of the orthodox teaching, the true disciple of Samantabhadra, the vanguard officer when Xiqi destroyed the Shang Dynasty and King Wu attacked King Zhou, and later he became a disciple of Guanyin Bodhisattva, the traveler Hui'an, a famous powerful man in the Three Realms, but he was threatened like this just because he was dissatisfied with an old mortal?

It’s okay for others, but the key is why are you looking at me, Li Jing? Are you my father or his father?

Mu Cha turned his head helplessly and looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva, "Master, they are going to destroy your Taoist lineage. Can you bear it? I can't bear it."

"I endured it." Guanyin said expressionlessly: "So you still have to practice, kid, this is the difference between me being a deputy Buddha and you being just a Venerable."

Mu Cha almost cried out loud.

Of course, Guanyin Bodhisattva did not dare to offend Yang Jian. Just kidding, even if there was no Yang Gui's backing, the strongest dynasty in the world that had prospered for a period of time, and all the reincarnations of gods were in the court, she could not bear the pressure of the luck on her.

Of course, Guanyin was a quasi-saint who had killed a corpse, so it was not that she had no power to deal with Yang Jian and the Tang Dynasty. She could not fight head-on, so she had other ways.

In the original version of Journey to the West, a mere Dragon King of the Jing River was dragged down to the underworld by Li Shimin. Although there was a plot for the journey to the West, the Dragon King of the Jing River was unaware of it and was also one of the people who were plotted against.

Without knowing it, he was chased to death by Li Shimin. Even with Wei Zheng, the official in charge, and Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong, the two door gods, they were still unable to resist. This shows that it is very easy for gods to control mortals.

If you can't deal with me from the front, I can deal with you from the side.

The main thing is that it is not necessary.

When the Conferred Gods War just ended, the teachings of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the West were shit, but in the current Mahayana Buddhism, she is the most well-known, most widely believed, and most prosperous Buddhist figure besides Tathagata. It was also with the help of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin of the Heavens that she was able to unite all her bodies into one and behead one corpse.

She herself was a person who prospered by relying on faith and incense, so why did she have to confront Yang Jian and abandon the faith of the people in the Central Plains of China?

If we unite, both will benefit; if we separate, both will suffer.

So this is what Guanyin said to Mu Cha, the difference between a Bodhisattva and a Venerable.

The Venerable basically does not undertake any missionary tasks. His basic duty is to work hard to eliminate demons and remove obstacles to preaching. Of course, his ideological realm cannot keep up with the Bodhisattva.

It’s over.

Mu Cha felt like the sky had collapsed. Even my master was no longer on my side, even my father was glaring at me, what else could I do?
He could only obediently put away the iron rod, put his hands together, bowed and apologized, and then retreated behind Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, glanced at Mu Cha, then stretched out his hand and gestured for Hua Shi to continue.

Hua Shi seemed to be completely unaware of the incident and was taking a nap in his wheelchair. Yang Jian's call woke him up and he came to his senses, "Ah, where was I just talking about?"

"You said that Mu Cha was useless, which has become an allusion." Yang Jian said, "Don't worry, I will ask the Ministry of Rites to print this into a book. I guarantee that within a year, this allusion will spread throughout the country."

Mu Cha really cried this time.

Well, I followed my master to find someone to seek the scriptures, hoping to get some credit and merit, but I didn't expect to suffer such a big injustice. They all said that seeking the scriptures requires going through hardships, and now it seems to be true.

Don’t even mention the pilgrim who is seeking the scriptures. I, who came here to seek the scriptures, have suffered so much. I dare not even imagine what the real pilgrim will be like.

"Oh, yes. Regardless of whether Mu Cha is useful or not, Guanyin Bodhisattva still brought him along for the sake of appearance." Hua Shi nodded and said, "So, when the holy monks and princes of our Tang Dynasty go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, they must have someone with them."

"Don't worry, I have made all the arrangements for Prince Xuanzang." Yang Jian nodded and said, "By then, the companions, horses, gifts, money and customs documents will all be prepared to ensure that the holy monk has no worries on his journey."

"That won't work. The journey to the West is long and high. If you send a bunch of mortals, they won't be able to protect him. Even if he has some magical powers, he can't withstand the monsters and demons on the way to obtain the scriptures." Hua Shi shook his head, then pointed at himself and said, "I'll go too. I'll follow the holy monk to obtain the scriptures." (End of this chapter)