Journey to the West: Man in heaven, working nine to five

#1742 - Saving the King, Guanyin's Plan

The old man's words made Tang Seng frown slightly. He still needed the Zhu Zi Kingdom to exchange for the customs clearance document, and the king's serious illness was not good.

"May I ask what disease the king has?" Tang Seng asked.

"The king has been ill for many years. It seems that something is stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe, and now he is even in a coma," the old man replied.

"Stuck in the throat? Why not take it out?" Pig Bajie couldn't help but say.

Tang Seng glared at him.

Thinking: If it could be taken out, wouldn't others have taken it out long ago? Are you the only one who is smart?

"High Monk, you don't know, we have already asked the best doctors in the city to see him, but the doctors all say they are powerless," the old man said helplessly.

Seeing this scene, Tang Seng took a deep breath. He was just a Buddhist reciter, where would he have the ability to save people?

Thinking of this, he looked at Chu Hao.

Chu Hao raised his head, completely pretending not to see it.

"Forget it, let this poor monk go and have a look first," Tang Seng said.

The old man was overjoyed and quickly led the way: "High Monk, please come this way."

Soon, the group arrived at the king's bedroom.

Under the golden silk quilt lay a middle-aged man with a pale face. His face was haggard, and he was exhaling more than inhaling, looking like he was dying.

The old man came to the king's side and kept calling out: "King, King, this old minister has invited the High Monk of the Tang Dynasty to treat you."

After calling out a few times, the king barely opened his eyes and said in a vague voice: "High Monk of the Tang Dynasty?"

"That's right, the High Monk of the Tang Dynasty is very powerful and will definitely be able to cure you," the old man said with tears in his eyes.

Then Tang Seng arrived and sat aside. The king made a gesture to get up, but Tang Seng quickly asked him to lie down: "Your Majesty's health is important."

"Cough cough, thank you, High Monk," the king coughed a few times, his voice weak.

Then, he endured the pain in his throat and said word by word: "If the High Monk can heal me, I am willing to share the country with you."

Tang Seng quickly refused: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. This poor monk is not asking for anything in return."

After speaking, he gave Sun Wukong a look.

After all, he didn't know how to save people.

Sun Wukong understood, immediately approached, and then pretended to reach out to take his pulse, pretending to be thinking.

"The heart is empty and painful, sweating and muscle numbness, internal knotting and menstrual closure, irritability and emptiness and coldness are intertwined. Your Majesty, your illness is not light," Sun Wukong said seriously.

"As expected of a High Monk of the Tang Dynasty, the imperial physician diagnosed the same. Please treat him quickly," the old man said in surprise.

"Wukong, since you already know what this disease is, then take action to cure it," Tang Seng said smoothly.

"Okay, Master, but I need to prepare," Sun Wukong said confidently.

"Very good, please High Monks come with this old man to prepare," the old man said excitedly.

Soon, under Sun Wukong's instructions, the old man immediately arranged for the imperial physicians in the palace to find the materials he needed. After the materials were found, Sun Wukong said that he only needed to make the medicine alone.

Although the imperial physicians were curious, they could only helplessly agree.

In the evening, Tang Seng and his companions were warmly entertained.

At this moment, Guanyin and谛听 returned from Mount Ling and looked at the situation below, asking: "Ancient Buddha, Tang Seng has not caused any more trouble, has he?"

燃灯 Ancient Buddha shook his head: "Now they are treating the king of my Zhu Zi Kingdom."

Guanyin nodded and looked at Sun Wukong, who was busy making medicine, and smiled: "This is one of the calamities. Although that Sun Wukong has some cleverness, he cannot cure the disease of the king of Zhu Zi Kingdom unless I take action."

Obviously, this was a tribulation specially arranged for Tang Seng and others by the Western Heaven, and the king's illness was also caused by the Western Heaven.

Unless Tang Seng and his disciples ask Guanyin for help, it is impossible to cure the other party.

"But what if the狱神 Chu Hao intervenes?" 谛听 asked.

Guanyin shook her head: "This matter concerns the Western Journey's calamity. That 狱神 Chu Hao should know how to advance and retreat and understand the situation."

谛听 remained silent. He didn't think Chu Hao was such a person.

The 燃灯 Ancient Buddha next to him put his hands together and asked calmly: "Has Buddha not thought of a way to remove Tang Seng's demonic nature yet?"

Guanyin did not respond, but said: "Buddha has ordered me that when Sun Wukong comes to ask for help, I will let Tang Seng take action and then let him enjoy the merits of this tribulation."

It seems that 如来 is already planning to start whitewashing Tang Seng.

燃灯 Ancient Buddha was silent.

Below, late at night, Sun Wukong began to make medicine in the dead of night, when all was quiet.

He first asked Bajie to take one tael of rhubarb, grind it into a fine powder; then he asked 沙僧 to take one tael of 巴豆, remove the shells and membranes, pound it to remove the oily poison, and grind it into a fine powder.

Then he scraped half a cup of pot bottom ash, took a little less than half a cup of horse urine, stirred it together, and finally rubbed three walnut-sized pills.

This was the pill he prepared for the king. Then, he called the Dragon King of the East Sea and spat out a mouthful of dragon saliva to use as a guide.

The next day, they arrived at the king's bedroom.

Sun Wukong confidently put the pill into the king's mouth, mixed it with rootless water, and let him take it.

When the medicinal power spread, Sun Wukong stared at the king.

Then, after a few minutes, the king still did not improve, and the thing in his throat did not dissipate.

This made Sun Wukong a little puzzled. He looked at Tang Seng.

Tang Seng didn't know either.

"Several High Monks, what about my illness?" the king asked weakly.

"Don't panic, let this old Sun take a look," Sun Wukong said.

After speaking, he suddenly shrank, turned into a stream of light and entered the king's throat.

He saw that this place was red and swollen, and in the center, a mass of demonic energy was blocking it. In addition, the king's resentment made the demonic energy expand even more.

Sun Wukong wanted to forcibly dispel the demonic energy, but the demonic energy was connected to the king's blood. If he forcibly took action, it might cause damage to the king.

He hesitated for a moment and came out.

Back outside, Tang Seng asked: "Wukong, how is it?"

Sun Wukong shook his head and said: "The king should be affected by demonic energy, and he is also entangled in a mental illness, so it cannot be easily removed."

Hearing this, the king's eyes lit up and he quickly said: "High Monk, you are indeed very powerful. I do have a grievance in my heart."

As he spoke, a tear ran down the corner of his eye.

Seeing this, Tang Seng asked: "Wukong, can't you dispel it?"

Sun Wukong said helplessly: "This old Sun's strength is shallow, and I am afraid of hurting the innocent."

After speaking, he looked at Chu Hao: "If Brother Chu Hao takes action, it might work."

Chu Hao spread his hands and said: "Don't look at me, this is a tribulation arranged for you by the Western Heaven, you have to do it yourselves."

Hearing this, Tang Seng frowned.