But Maitreya was eager to find a racial bag all over the world, but Feng Xue and Tang Seng continued to travel west. As they approached India, there were more and more city-states on the road.

This is not to say that they are beginning to enter developed areas, but because there are fewer and fewer good places.

Because most areas are very barren, a few abundant areas are full of people, which creates this seemingly prosperous illusion.

However, it is also due to these illusions that allow Tang Seng to fall asleep on the bed of the certificate these days.

Listening to the shouts of hawking along the street, Tang Monk's face inevitably showed a little peace. In fact, he did not like lively temperament, but after all, no matter who he was, he would inevitably desire a place with a lot of people without contacting others for a long time.

Just like those geological departments who went out to investigate ended their long "survival in the wilderness", they often don't go back home without resting immediately, but instead look for places with many people and squat all day.

"Mr., what is that?" After a corner, Tang Seng was attracted by the gathering crowd. Feng Xue had adapted to the symptoms of Tang Seng's crazy and talkative trolls every time he arrived in a city-state. He knew that he would be cured in two days, so he followed him and said, "That's posting the list."

"What is it written on the list?" Tang Monk widened his eyes, but he could not understand the strange words on the yellow paper, so he had to ask Feng Fengxue.

Well, that's right, Tang Monk, illiterate.

To be precise, I don’t know the writings of most countries along the way.

Although he is somewhat proficient in Sanskrit, the key problem is that not all the countries in Xiniu Hezhou are said to be Sanskrit. Even a unified country like the Tang Dynasty has different pronunciations and different customs. What's more, these city-states are independent "countries"?

Although their territory often has only one city and a population of only tens of thousands to tens of thousands, no matter what, they all have their own language and writing.

Even if it is influenced by some Sanskrit, it is definitely not Sanskrit.

Feng Xue glanced at the content on the emperor's list and shook her head and said:

"It is said that the king of this country is sick and needs treatment from famous doctors. If it can be cured, it will share the country and other things. It is just such a big city, so I feel embarrassed to call it Jiangshan."

"Amitabha, saving a life is worse than building a seven-level pagoda. Since the king is sick, why don't we treat him?" Tang Seng said the Buddha's name and felt that this seemed to be an opportunity. After being together for so long, he also knew that Feng Xue's theory was based on medical skills, so he naturally felt that this was an opportunity to preach to foreign countries.

Feng Xue shook her head when she heard this and said disdainfully:

"Treat and save people can also see people. Some diseases are not worth treating."

"Human life is at stake..." Tang Seng shook his head, but Feng Xue said:

"You have a mortal body with your naked eyes and can't see the flow of energy in the palace. The king did what he shouldn't do and provoked someone he shouldn't mess with. He deserved to be unlucky. Besides, I had heard someone chatting in a teahouse on the street before, and I also learned about some of the king's illnesses. In short, that's not a guy who should be treated."

Tang Seng knew that Feng Xue would not be aimless, but he also felt something was wrong. If the king was a villain, with Feng Xue's temper, he might have already picked up a stick and rushed into the palace, but he did nothing and just stood by and watched. This approach is really curious.

Seeing Tang Monk's curious expression, Feng Xue rolled her eyes and said, "Tell me this way, a few years ago, when the king held a banquet, a monster appeared. In order to protect himself, he pushed his wife out and asked the monster to catch it, and then he suffered from heart disease."

"The king is the lord of a country. Although he sacrifices his concubines in order to protect himself, he is not a mistake." Tang Seng shook his head, defended the lord, and then said:

"And you see that he has been ill after this, I'm afraid he has no feelings, it's just..."

"Haha, if you think you can save it, you can save it yourself." Feng Xue rolled her eyes, which made Tang Seng even more and more strange:

"You have a grudge against this king?"

"No." Feng Xue replied bluntly.

"Then why do you express contempt in your words? If you were on weekdays, you would definitely not be so sure because of the rumors in the market."

Tang Seng's tone was a bit disgusting, but he was right. Feng Xue smiled, feeling relieved that he began to know how to use his brain, and then pointed to the direction of the palace and said:

"There is a picture on the roof of his house that you can't see. It is called "Two Birds Li Fei" which is a spell..."

"Since the spell is a harm to people..."

"Listen to me." Feng Xue interrupted Tang Seng's inexplicable sense of justice and then said, "The person who released this mantra left a small message on it, explaining why he did this."

"Why?" Tang Monk's curiosity became stronger and Feng Xue said without hesitation:

"This king hurt a couple a few years ago, and this couple is a relative of a friend of mine."

"???" Tang Seng suddenly turned into a black question mark emoticon, and he couldn't make up for his relationship. "If I remember correctly, Hou Zi, you have been under the Five Elements Mountain for eight hundred years, right?"

"That's right."

"Then are your relatives of your friend's children?"

"No, it's from uncles."

"..." Tang Seng became more and more confused. A couple who had lived for at least eight hundred years was injured by a mortal king?

Looking at Tang Monk's expression, Feng Xue shook her head and said:

"Your wild father has also saved the Dragon King who was caught by fishermen! Why don't you say that the Dragon King can still be caught by fishermen? Once these powerful people appear in the world, just seeing their true bodies may cause mortals to collapse. So they have the magic of the White Dragon Fish Suit, which means banning their own power and appearing in the world. However, this is also the time when they are the most vulnerable. Although they are generally not killed because of this, no one wants to be beaten by someone during a private visit, right?"

"..." Tang Monk ignored the word "wild father" that Feng Xue said, or in other words, he had become a monk and completely cut off the world. He seemed to care whether he or his wife or his father were all over again.

In contrast, he cared more about the king's experience. Out of the thinking of a monk with a good view, he sighed:

"Fishers accidentally injured the Dragon King when fishing. The Dragon King will not vent their anger on the fisherman even if they are rescued. Your friend's relative...ah."

"You should think about it carefully before talking about it. My friend is quite a bit of a young age!" Feng Xue looked at Tang Seng with a strange look on his face, but Tang Seng said with a stuttering on his neck:

"Good is good, evil is evil, it will not change because of identity, but who is your friend's relative?"

"The son of the Peacock King."
Chapter completed!