After he finished speaking, there were a series of sounds of electric cannons hitting his body: "crack," "smack," "bang," and "thud."
In a short while, this group of wicked monks all went to the Western Paradise to dance with Buddha.
Seeing that Shen Zhao acted decisively, defeating each opponent with a single punch without any hesitation, Mu Qiuyao felt a sense of approval.
After dealing with the group of evil monks, Shen Zhao took out his wine gourd, drank half a mouthful of osmanthus wine, and looked at Mu Qiuyao with a strange look, saying, "Why didn't you fight back? Do you like playing these multi-person scenarios? Do you have some kind of special fetish?"
Mu Qiuyao's face turned cold: "What nonsense are you talking about? I am injured and cannot use my cultivation, which is why I fell into the trap of these evil monks."
Shen Zhao frowned: "Really? You didn't get hurt because of my palm strike, did you? I won't take responsibility."
Mu Qiuyao replied with a pained expression, "Let's put this matter aside for now. Take me away from here first, I..."
At this point, Mu Qiuyao felt a wave of dizziness, and then her vision went black as she was about to collapse to the ground.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
Shen Zhao instinctively helped her up and pulled her into his arms. Instead of warmth, he felt a bone-chilling cold.
"Take me somewhere to recuperate, don't leave me here alone."
After leaving behind her last words, Mu Qiuyao completely fainted.
...
In the middle of the night, Mu Qiuyao felt a warm current flowing through her body, a tingling sensation that seemed to dispel the chill that had accumulated over the years.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw a burning campfire and Shen Zhao sitting opposite her, intently reading a book.
The firelight accentuated the man's sharply defined features, making him so striking that Mu Qiuyao was mesmerized.
"woke up?"
A question interrupted Mu Qiuyao's thoughts.
Mu Qiuyao shook her head and looked at the dark night sky around her.
Where is this?
"Don't worry, it's safe here for now."
Mu Qiuyao remained silent, then suddenly remembered something, quickly checked her clothes, and asked, "How did you bring me here?"
"Of course I'll hold you."
Shen Zhao closed the book, glanced at Mu Qiuyao, and added a few pieces of grease to the campfire to make it burn brighter.
Just as Mu Qiuyao was about to press for more information, Shen Zhao interrupted her at the right moment: "But don't worry, I didn't do anything except hug you. You don't need to rush to ask me to take responsibility, because I won't admit it anyway."
Upon hearing this, Mu Qiuyao felt a sense of relief, but at the same time, a faint sense of frustration also arose.
She was, after all, the Empress of the Celestial Dynasty, and ranked among the top in terms of beauty, yet she held absolutely no attraction for this man.
Why did you come back to save me?
Mu Qiuyao asked.
"Because I suddenly remembered something that might require your help."
Shen Zhao said sincerely.
"What is it?"
He picked up the book in his hand: "You must have heard of this Journey to the West, right?"
Mu Qiuyao tugged at her sleeve, glancing at the book cover in Chen Zhao's hand: "A novel circulating among the people, I don't know who wrote it, but I've naturally heard of it."
Shen Zhao: "I'm not referring to the surface of the story, but to the key parts of it."
Mu Qiuyao said, "My Immortal Heavenly Mysterious Mirror records relevant information. According to the Journey to the West, the place where Master Xuanzang went to seek the Great Dao is called the Great Thunderclap Temple of Mount Ling."
However, the exact location of Mount Ling is impossible to verify due to the passage of time.
Shen Zhao opened the book and said, "The book records that in ancient times, the monk Xuanzang was enlightened by the Buddha and, in order to save the common people from suffering, traveled westward to seek the true scriptures."
The story of how, along the way, he took in three disciples with the cultivation of true immortals to protect him on his long journey, enduring eighty-one tribulations, and finally obtaining the true scriptures.
The whole process was full of twists and turns and strange occurrences. I think if the descriptions in the book are true, then there must have been some clues left at certain locations along the journey to the West.
"These are all things recorded in the book, why are you telling me this?" Mu Qiuyao asked, puzzled. "Besides, it's just a historical novel, why are you taking it so seriously?"
Shen Zhao said with a serious expression, "If we think about it from a different perspective, what we record in this Journey to the West actually happened in the distant past? Then these special locations..."
Could this also correspond to reality? For example, could Master Xuanzang's destination, Mount Ling, be located in this Western Buddhist Kingdom?
Mu Qiuyao still looked at Shen Zhao with a puzzled expression, not understanding what his purpose was in telling her all this.
"Think about what you experienced during the day. If the Ling Mountain described in the book is really as good as it is, why is there such a hellish scene?"
Actually, I have considered that perhaps the Western Buddhist Kingdom is synonymous with Mount Ling, but today... I have already abandoned that idea.
The thought of almost being defiled by a group of lewd monks during the day made Mu Qiuyao feel as if she had swallowed a hundred flies. She vowed that as long as her cultivation was restored, she would make the Western Buddhist Kingdom bear the wrath of the emperor.
"The truth is often hidden beneath seemingly magnificent lies. Empress of the Immortal Dynasty, I sincerely invite you to help me find something!"
"Why should I help you? Besides, your strength is no less than mine. Now that my power is sealed and my holy essence is damaged, I can't help you at all."
"The Empress possesses the two ancient sacred bodies, Tai Xuan and Jiu Yin, which are of vital importance to what I am looking for. I urge the Empress not to refuse."
What exactly are you looking for?
Shen Zhao replied without hesitation, "The thing I'm looking for is called the Blood Brahma Dragon Sutra."
"The Blood Brahma Dragon Sutra?"
Mu Qiuyao muttered a sentence to herself, then her eyes turned cold.
"If you need my help, you can, but you must answer one question for me."
"Please speak, Your Majesty."
Mu Qiuyao: "Tell me the reason why you insist on currying favor with Yu Xiyan."
You clearly possess extraordinary talent and could have a much brighter future, so why do you insist on being someone's lapdog?
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