I am a fairy in Journey to the West

Chapter 205: Gone is the Emperor's Spirit, Free and Easy Taoist Body

The moment Wangshu appeared in front of Yang, Yang suddenly became dazed.

She did not marry in her early years and spent half her life worshipping Buddha. She did not marry Yingguogong Wu Shigui until she was 44 years old. She was extremely pious in worshipping Buddha.

Wangshu happened to have a face like that of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and was extremely similar to the statues and portraits of Guanyin in the famous Buddhist temples and Taoist temples in the Tang Dynasty.

So just this one glance made Yang respect him, and she believed in Sun Simiao's words without a doubt, "There are people in the world who look like Guanyin Bodhisattva. Mr. Sun is really a master."

Yang hurriedly bowed and said, "I am the widow Yang from the Yingguo Mansion. My daughter is ill and unconscious. I have visited many famous doctors but none of them could cure her. Later, I came to the Immortal Mansion to seek medical treatment under the guidance of Master Sun."

Wangshu was slightly surprised after hearing this. He bowed and returned the greeting, then asked, "Which Master Sun?"

Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It was Sun Simiao, the Taoist master. He said that he had received guidance from a master here before."

"Oh." Wangshu nodded slightly. He should have been still in Xiniu Hezhou at that time, so he didn't know about this.

Thinking of this, Wangshu turned around and said, "In that case, please come in over there. Where is the patient?"

Yang said quickly, "It's in the car." Then she said to the maids, "Quick, bring the photo down and show it to this real person."

Yang's daughter's surname is Wu and her given name is Zhao. She is exactly seven years old this year.

When the maids carried the seven-year-old Wu Zhao down from the carriage, the servant nearby immediately brought a sedan chair, placed Wu Zhao on it, and carried it in front of Wangshu.

Wangshu took a closer look and saw that the girl on the sedan chair was pretty and delicate. Although she was unconscious, there was a heroic spirit between her eyebrows.

Wangshu took a quick look at the girl and was very attracted to her. She immediately stepped forward and put her hand on Wu Zhao's forehead. Then a ray of fairy light lit up in her hand, instantly enveloping Wu Zhao's entire body.

Seeing this scene, Yang immediately widened her eyes, raised her hand to cover her mouth, and looked at it in horror.

The servants and maids nearby were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, their faces full of piety, murmuring silently.

In a moment, the immortal light was withdrawn, Wangshu raised his hand and said with a smile: "It turns out that the soul is suppressed."

Hearing Wangshu's words, Yang immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Please have mercy on me, Master, and save my daughter."

Wangshu smiled and said, "Why are you all kneeling? Stand up, let me try first."

Upon hearing this, Yang thanked him repeatedly, and then she saw Wangshu making a seal and pointing his white hand towards Wu Zhao's forehead.

A ray of fairy light burst out and instantly sank into Wu Zhao's forehead. However, the next moment a ray of divine light suddenly appeared above Wu Zhao's head. The divine light flashed and flickered, and in a moment it expelled the fairy light that Wangshu had sent into Wu Zhao's body.

At the same time, the divine light began to spread, and with a loud bang, Wangshu was blown away. Yang and others only felt a gust of strong wind on their faces, but the divine light did not cause any harm to them.

But Wangshu was different. When the divine light hit her, it not only knocked her away, but also injured her Buddha-demon true body.

Suddenly, a burst of lightning and fire rose from Wangshu's body, burning her skin and flesh. Wangshu was so scared that she quickly withdrew the power of the Buddha's true body and instead used the power of Taiyin to protect her body. Only then did she dissolve the divine light and extinguish the lightning and fire.

Yang and the others were so frightened by the scene that they stood there in a daze. It was not until Wangshu came over with torn clothes and a burnt body that Yang came to her senses and hurried forward to ask, "Master, are you okay?!"

Wangshu exhaled a puff of black smoke, waved his hand calmly and said: "It's okay, just a thunder and fire." After saying that, a puff of black smoke also came out from his black hair.

Yang asked with some confusion and trepidation: "Master, what happened to my daughter?"

There are fairy light, thunder and fire here. Could it be that my daughter is possessed by a demon?
Wangshu glanced at the unconscious Wu Zhao and said immediately, "Her condition is a little strange. Bring her in first. I will ask someone taller to take a look."

"Someone taller?" Yang didn't respond.

Wangshu smiled and said, "He is an expert among experts."

Hearing this, Yang immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Immortal." Then she quickly ordered the servants to lift the sedan chair, and then she led the maid in front and followed Wangshu into Zhuoxian Garden.

Wangshu led everyone to the Tinghe Pavilion and said to Yang: "Madam, please sit for a while. I will go and ask the expert to come over."

Yang quickly bowed and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Master."

Wangshu waved his hand, then walked out of Tinghe Pavilion, and soon arrived at Xuanqing Book Pavilion.

"Master!" Wangshu entered the library and shouted to Zhuang Yan, who was sitting in the library engraving jade slips.

Zhuang Yan looked up and laughed, saying, "Where did this charcoal seller come from?"

Wangshu looked down at his charred, torn clothes, and then said, "A lady came to the garden to seek medical treatment. Her daughter had a soul-suppressing disease, and I wanted to find out the cause. Unexpectedly, divine light, lightning and fire flew out of her body, burning my body like this. If I didn't have the Taiyin True Method, I would have been burned to ashes."

After that, Wangshu continued, "That little girl is beautiful and has a heroic look between her eyebrows, but her soul-suppressing disease is a bit strange. I can't cure her. You, the master, should go and take a look."

Zhuang Yan put down the jade slip and the carving knife, stood up and said, "You only know that there is a heroic spirit between her eyebrows, but you don't know that she also has a royal aura."

"Royal spirit?" Wangshu was surprised. "You mean her?"

Zhuang Yan nodded and said, "She has the destiny of being the emperor. She is destined to be the emperor and the emperor of mankind."

Wangshu was greatly surprised and asked, "Then how could she have the soul-suppressing disease? Who wanted to harm her?"

Zhuang Yan shook his head and said, "That's not the case. Who is the current Human Emperor?"

Wangshu said: "The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin."

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "So it would be strange if she, who carries the fate of the emperor, is not oppressed while living in Chang'an. Especially as the pilgrims get closer to Lingshan, the fate of the emperor of the Tang Dynasty becomes stronger. If this continues, in another three to five years, this woman will be oppressed by Li Shimin's fate of the emperor and her soul will be shattered."

Wangshu was a little puzzled when he heard this, "But the closer the pilgrims get to Lingshan, what does that have to do with the fate of the Tang emperor?"

Zhuang Yan said: "When Xuanzang took on the mission to obtain the Buddhist scriptures, he made a great vow: 'I vow to obtain the true scriptures, benefit all living beings, and ensure the eternal stability of the Tang Dynasty'."

At this point, Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "Do you think this great wish is for white hair? If Tang Monk returns with the Mahayana Sutra in the future, the Li Tang dynasty will be forever secure, and there will be no place for Wu."

Wangshu understood that if Tang Seng had not gone on a journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures, this Wu Zhao would most likely have become emperor in place of the Tang Dynasty in the future.

But if Tang Sanzang really obtained the true scriptures and the Tang Dynasty was forever secure, wouldn't this little girl Wu Zhao be crushed to death by the Tang Dynasty?
"Go and clean up, you're really like a charcoal seller." Zhuang Yan said with a smile, and then walked out of Xuanqing Book Pavilion. Zhuang Yan walked into Tinghe Pavilion. Yang, who was squatting there taking care of her daughter, saw Zhuang Yan coming and quickly stood up with the help of the maid to greet him.

"Uh" Yang bowed and was about to speak, but she didn't know how to address him.

Zhuang Yan bowed and smiled, "I am the owner of this villa, and I call myself 'Lingtai'."

Upon hearing this, Yang hurriedly bowed and said, "I am the widow Yang from the Yingguo Mansion, paying my respects to the owner of Lingtai Garden."

Zhuang Yan nodded slightly, walked forward and said, "Wangshu has already told me about your daughter's situation."

Yang asked, "Is that the real person just now?"

"It's her." Zhuang Yan nodded, then walked forward to glance at Wu Zhao, then walked over to the side and sat down on a sandalwood chair.

Yang hurried forward and bowed, saying, "Please, Master, save my daughter." After that, she ordered someone to send 1,000 taels of silver, saying, "This 1,000 taels of silver will be used as medical expenses. When my daughter recovers, I will reward her handsomely."

Zhuang Yan smiled slightly, looked at Yang and said, "Did Sun Simiao guide you here?"

Yang nodded and said, "It was under the guidance of Master Sun."

Zhuang Yan said: "Your daughter's illness is unusual, and the natural treatment method is also unusual."

Yang asked hurriedly, "May I ask how should I treat this patient?"

Zhuang Yan said: "Cut off worldly affairs and retreat to practice Taoism."

"Cut off worldly affairs and retire to practice Taoism?!" Yang was shocked when she heard these eight words, and the servants and maids behind her also changed their expressions.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang finally came to her senses and asked Zhuang Yan, "Does that mean my daughter wants to become a nun?"

“Yes.” Zhuang Yan said, “You must renounce worldly affairs and become a monk to practice Taoism, only then can you survive.”

Yang asked, "May I ask the Garden Master, is there no other way?"

"Yes." Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "There is another way."

"What method?" Yang asked hurriedly.

Zhuang Yan said: "Leave Nanzhanbuzhou and never come back."

Yang's face changed. Leaving the Southern Continent? How could that be possible? Her relatives, friends, and ancestors' graves were all in the Tang Dynasty. How could she leave her hometown and go to another continent?

Besides, she is so old, can she still withstand the journey across a continent?
Thinking of this, Yang came back to her senses and asked Zhuang Yan solemnly, "Master, if my daughter becomes a nun and practices Taoism, will she be able to wake up?"

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "As long as you become a monk and receive the ordination, you will be able to wake up immediately."

Yang asked again: "Will she be able to go home in the future? Will she still recognize me as her mother?"

“Of course you can. She can become a nun and cut off worldly ties. But she still needs to be filial to her elders at home. However, she is not allowed to marry in the human world, let alone hold power and establish a career in the human world.” Zhuang Yan said.

Hearing this, Yang's expression eased a little. Taoism was respected in the Tang Dynasty, and there were many people practicing Taoism in the court and among the people, and it was even more common for women to practice Taoism.

Although she believed in Buddhism, she didn't mind becoming a nun if it could save her daughter's life.

Thinking of this, Yang immediately said, "I understand. Please ask the master to perform the ordination ceremony for my daughter immediately."

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "Once the ordination ceremony is completed, she will be a Taoist child of Zhuoxianyuan. Although she is still your daughter and you can come home to visit her often to show your filial piety, her life affairs will no longer have anything to do with you and you cannot interfere."

Yang nodded and said, "I understand what you said. Over the past few months, I have seen her condition getting worse and worse, and I have consulted many famous doctors, but none of them could cure her. Since you have saved her life today, it is only right for her to become a nun and serve you. Please perform the ordination ceremony immediately."

"Okay." Zhuang Yan pointed at Wu Zhao on the sedan chair and said, "Help her up."

Two maids immediately came forward, one on the left and one on the right, and helped the unconscious Wu Zhao to stand up.

Then Zhuang Yan said to Yang: "Hold up her head."

Yang also hurried forward and stretched out her hand to straighten Wu Zhao's head.

At this time, Zhuang Yan took a step forward and stretched out his right index finger. A dazzling fairy light flashed at the fingertip, and then Zhuang Yan gently touched Wu Zhao's forehead with his index finger.

I saw that the dazzling fairy light immediately sank into Wu Zhao's eyebrows, and then a fairy light rose above Wu Zhao's head. The fairy light was so magnificent that it instantly dispersed the divine light that was suppressing Wu Zhao's soul.

Along with the divine light that suppressed Wu Zhao's soul, Wu Zhao's own destiny as the Emperor of Man also dissipated.

At this time, Zhuang Yan withdrew his hand, and Yang immediately discovered that there was an extra mark between her daughter's eyebrows, which was a golden peony pattern.

The peony-shaped lines on her face radiated a golden and white glow, enveloping Wu Zhao and simply adding a touch of elegance and nobleness to her temperament.

In an instant, Wu Zhao frowned, let out a soft moan, then naturally raised his head and slowly opened his eyes.

"Mother?" The first thing Wu Zhao saw when he opened his eyes was his mother, Yang, and he called out softly with a confused look.

Yang cried with joy and immediately rushed forward to hold Wu Zhao tightly in her arms.

Zhuang Yan smiled calmly, turned around and sat down on a sandalwood chair. At this time, Wangshu, who had washed and changed into a brand new jade robe with hundreds of flowers, also arrived at Tinghe Pavilion. As soon as he came in, he saw Yang holding Wu Zhao, who had just woken up, and crying.

Wangshu did not disturb the mother and daughter. Instead, he walked over to Zhuang Yan and sat down, whispering, "Is it healed so quickly?"

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "If you prescribe the right medicine for the right condition, how can you not feel better?"

This is exactly:
Gone is the spirit of the human emperor, leaving behind the free and easy Taoist body.

Zetian passed away from then on and entered the immortal world alone.

(End of this chapter)