I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

Yang Jian, along with all the civil and military officials in the court, was going to escort the pilgrim from the Golden Palace all the way to the outskirts of Chang'an City.

Xuanzang, now the Tang Monk, grabbed the armrest of Hua Shi's wheelchair and said, "Old Prince, I will push you. The mountains are high and the roads are long, so you will have to endure hardships. I will serve you along the way."

"Oh, no need. I agreed to go and fetch the scriptures, so I'm going to fetch the scriptures. What's the point of you pushing me? I'm going."

Hua Shi's hands, which were dry and covered with age spots, patted Tang Seng's young hands on the armrests of his wheelchair and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will protect you to go to the West to obtain the scriptures. There will be difficulties and dangers along the way. Just ask me."

"Ah..." Tang Seng didn't even know what to say. You're still going to protect me as I go to the West to obtain the scriptures? Let's not talk about who protects whom. You should first push your wheelchair and move it by yourself.

When you first came here, you were pushed up by the eunuchs.

"Well, I'll move."

Hua Shi used both hands to pull the wheel, trying to move the wheelchair forward. Yang Jian was also annoyed, so he just stood by and prepared to watch Hua Shi's joke.

However, what he and everyone who was familiar with Hua Shi did not expect was that Hua Shi's withered arms trembled, and his cheeks turned red, and he actually moved the wheelchair slowly.

This may not seem like a big deal to ordinary people, but the wheelchair moves slower than a snail, so is this considered a skill?
However, the old people who are familiar with Hua Shi all know that this old guy once held a glass of water, but after a long time he couldn't hold it and dropped it to the ground.

That was when he was in his early thirties. Now the old fellow is seventy!
Not only can he hold up the cup, he can even move the wheelchair.

"Holy monk, please wait for me." Hua Shi smiled and continued to turn the wheel forward regardless of his sweating.

Bit by bit, step by step, according to the current clock, it took more than 40 minutes for him to barely move from the center of the Golden Throne Hall to the main entrance.

But the problem came again.

Today's Chinese-style buildings have thresholds.

Especially the threshold of the imperial palace, it is very high.

A wheelchair definitely can't get through.

"Old Prince, I..." Tang Seng was very perseverant. He was ready to turn around to get the ramp and build a slope for the old prince to push his wheelchair over.

Now, more than half an hour had passed, and everyone's eyes on Hua Shi had changed from looking at him with embarrassment to admiration.

The old prince is so weak that it is unknown how long he has left to live. He has been weak all his life, so let him use his own strength to push himself and walk a few steps.

How many steps can it take? Judging from the situation, it will take at most a while after leaving the Golden Throne Hall before it can no longer shake. It won't take long, at most an hour in total.

Although they were all important figures in the court and their time was precious, they were willing to spend one hour, just two hours, to bid farewell to this legendary figure.

However, Hua Shi still stopped him.

"No, I'll go there myself."

"Ah this..."

No kidding, Tang Seng and all the civil and military officials in the court were really afraid that he would fall to his death.

However, Hua Shi stood up slowly, tremblingly, holding on to the wheelchair, and then slowly took the first step.

The second step.

third step.

He walked to the threshold, held the door frame with his hand, slowly stepped on the door frame, and took a shaky step down.

This way of crossing the threshold is usually considered unlucky and a sign of being rude and uneducated. However, judging from Hua Shi's physical fitness and performance, it is a great success that he can cross the threshold in this way.

Then Hua Shi slowly walked forward four or five steps, stood still, raised his head slightly, looked at the sun hanging in the sky, slowly closed his eyes, and bathed in the sunshine.

"How long has it been since you last basked in the sun?"

Hua Shi's words almost made the young eunuch in the Xiaoyao Palace burst into tears.

When have I not pushed you to bask in the sun for an hour? Old Prince, please don't talk nonsense. If the Emperor thinks that I have treated you unfairly, a eunuch servant like me will be beaten to death on the spot, which is a light punishment. In serious cases, it may even implicate my family.

Fortunately, although Yang Jian was almost 100 years old, his mind was still clear. He did not think that the young eunuch had treated Hua Shi unfairly because of Hua Shi's words.

The founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty just stood by with his civil and military officials, silently looking at the flowers and stones. Not only did he keep silent, he even waved his hand to stop other civil and military officials who wanted to help.

After all, Yang Jian had followed Yang Gui for many years, and he knew very well that there were some things in this world that were incredible for ordinary people. Yang Gui could do it, and Hua Shi was not an ordinary person either, so it was not impossible for him to do things that were beyond the expectations of ordinary people.

Sure enough, when Tang Seng came out of his shocked state and walked to Hua Shi, Hua Shi didn't even look back and I knew that Tang Seng had come behind him.

But according to Tang Seng's practice, let alone Hua Shi, an old man with poor health and dizziness, even a middle-aged man with sharp ears and eyes should not be able to hear his footsteps. At this time, the angle of the sun, Tang Seng's shadow could not be seen by Hua Shi standing in this position.

But he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He saw Tang Seng approaching him and said at the right time: "Sanzang, give me a hand."

Tang Seng did not care to be surprised, and quickly stretched out his hand, under Hua Shi's elbow, to support him. However, Hua Shi said: "I am not asking you to support me, but to use me as a support, so that I can protect you and take you to the West to obtain the scriptures."

"Um... okay." Even Yang Jian could see that something was wrong with Hua Shi. Tang Monk, who had been practicing Buddhism under the Huayan Sutra and whose practice was comparable to that of an old immortal, could naturally see that Hua Shi seemed to be undergoing some kind of transformation. So, after a slight hesitation, he put his hand on Hua Shi's arm.

"gone."

Hua Shi greeted him, then took another step and walked slowly forward.

Tang Seng followed closely behind.

Gradually, not only Yang Jian and Tang Seng, but even ordinary civil and military officials realized that something was wrong.

Hua Shi's steps were slow and difficult at first. It felt like it wouldn't be long before he fell and died on the road.

His expression was also extremely ferocious, showing that he was very exhausted. The wrinkles and age spots on his face were all wrinkled together, and sweat flowed from his forehead to his cheeks like a stream. Before long, his front and back were soaked.

But gradually, he seemed to be getting more and more relaxed, his gestures became more powerful and his movements became more and more smooth.

His wrinkled brows and body gradually relaxed, and the sweat on his body began to disappear.

Correspondingly, Hua Shi's pace became faster and faster. Soon he passed Yang Jian and the civil and military officials and took the lead in walking out of the city.

Tang Seng hurriedly followed, and he even stumbled a few steps without noticing, and was still a little behind Hua Shi's pace. It was not until he activated the magic power in his body and gradually began to look like a holy monk with Buddha's light all over his body that he was able to keep pace with Hua Shi.

All the civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty, starting from Yang Jian, felt as if they had seen a ghost, as if the sun today rises from the west.

"This... is this Hua Shi? Is this the sickly old prince who is 70 years old?"

In today's Tang Dynasty, only Emperor Yang Jian dared to say this.

Although others didn't dare to say it, it was obvious that the same meaning was reflected in their eyes.

When Hua Shi just walked out of the palace, the speed was just the speed of an ordinary person running at his best, but gradually it began to run faster than a galloping horse.

Is this the speed a sickly person should have? No, this is not the speed a mortal should have.

The civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty even felt that Hua Shi had been acting and deceiving them all these years.

However, there were also many old officials in the Northern Territory who knew in their hearts that Hua Shi's previous sickly appearance was not fake. After all, he had escaped death several times because Luo Yi had searched for thousand-year-old ginseng, bear bile and tiger skin in the old mountains of the Northeast, and with the help of famous doctors, Hua Shi's life was barely saved.

And even if he was pretending, why would he pretend? What good would it do him to pretend to be a sickly person with a bad health and a short life span?

You have to know that the living environment for people in this state is not very good. If you really pretend, you are just asking for trouble.

There is absolutely no need for that.

So what exactly happened to Hua Shi?

Everyone saw it soon.

Hua Shi gradually changed his appearance, and his body began to shine like Tang Monk. His body was no longer hunched, and his skin was no longer shriveled, but became more and more upright.

By the end, he had completely transformed into a young man with black hair.

At this moment, Hua Shi's footsteps were just outside the border of Chang'an County.

He tentatively threw a punch into the air, and there was a horrible explosion in the air, which almost knocked down the civil and military officials who had just chased after him.

If Guanyin Bodhisattva had not pulled out a willow branch from the white porcelain bottle and sprinkled the holy water, supporting these civil and military officials with a mist, the entire Tang Dynasty would have been doomed to fail.

This was not just ordinary people, including acquired strong men like Yang Jian, fierce generals like Xue Rengui and Jiang Song who could defeat millions of people, and even the innate strong man Wu Yunzhao who hurried over after hearing the news, as well as Li Jing and Wei Zheng who were reincarnations of immortals, Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, and Yuan Shoucheng who were cultivators, and even immortals and monsters who were secretly lurking in the dark. They had never shown up, but were blown out from their hiding places in an instant by this strong wind. Those who used sleight of hand and invisibility had their methods broken.

This is only natural. With the blessing of Guanyin Bodhisattva, she could pull out willow branches from the white porcelain bottle to increase the power of resistance. How could ordinary mortals or gods be able to resist?
Everyone was shocked, even Guanyin Bodhisattva and even Hua Shi himself.

He looked at his hands in disbelief and said slowly, "I originally calculated that it was my destiny to go on a quest for scriptures. Since so many people in the court and in the great strife of the past were all stars from heaven, reincarnated gods, I might also be a god. But I didn't expect that ordinary things could not describe me."

"You can calculate that you are a god?" Yuan Shoucheng was shocked. "Even if you are very powerful, a doctor cannot treat himself, and a fortune teller cannot tell his own fortune. This is an eternal and irrefutable truth. You can't even ignore such a basic truth!"

Yuan Shoucheng is very hurt now. Imagine that you have practiced mathematics for a lifetime and finally can manipulate hundreds of bamboo chips, which are relatively difficult arithmetic operations. You thought you were invincible, but then the other side took out a computer.

This is how Yuan Shoucheng feels now.

However, what happened next made her lose her faith even more.

"I don't know physiognomy. I have lived in the mountains since I was young, and I have only learned about worldly affairs. I have never come into contact with any mysterious studies about gods, ghosts, and monsters."

Hua Shi shook his head at Yuan Shoucheng: "These are all what I deduced through my brain and the various signs around me."

"puff!"

After hearing this, Yuan Shoucheng spat out a mouthful of blood, fell on his back, and fainted. Panicked Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, Li Shimin and others rushed to help him.

After pinching the Ren Zhong point and pressing the heart and lungs, Yuan Shoucheng finally woke up after a long time.

"Is there such a wise person in this world?"

Fortunately, Xu Maogong died a long time ago. If Xu Maogong were still alive, he would be so angry that the gods would return to their thrones, and then he would make them faint again in his identity as the Right Prime Minister.

This is too bullying. Do you think this is a smart strategy?

Among all the people, the only one who was not surprised was Yang Gui.

"Try harder." Yang Gui looked at Hua Shi with a smile and said, "You are not strong enough and have not yet broken free."

Haven't broken free yet?

With just one word from Yang Gui, everyone around him was in trouble. Even Guanyin Bodhisattva had to take action. How could he not break free?
What does this person look like when he breaks free from his restraints?

"you……"

Hua Shi suddenly remembered that he had thought he was going to die, but Yang Gui broke in and slapped him on the back of the head. Although his physical condition did not get better after that, it was not getting worse either. He had reason to believe that this was the fundamental reason why he had lived for 70 years.

So, Yang Gui knew it a long time ago?
"Stop talking nonsense, come two people and beat him up."

As soon as Yang Gui finished speaking, several generals stood up, rubbing their hands, eager to try.

Even Yang Jian took off his dragon robe, revealing the short-collared clothing underneath, intending to try his skills.

"You go back." You must be kidding. How could this group of mortals possibly defeat him as he is now? They still think Hua Shi is the sickly guy he was before.

"Guanyin, you go ahead." Yang Gui looked at Guanyin, "Mucha, you go ahead too, and those earthly immortals and wild gods, you all go ahead too, Tang Sanzang, call your master to help me beat him up!"

"what?"

Guanyin looked at Yang Gui in disbelief. Me? Should I take action?

Guanyin is not afraid of anything else, but she is really afraid of killing Hua Shi.

She was a quasi-saint who had killed a corpse! This was an incredible feat in the prehistoric times.

"Don't talk nonsense, just beat me. If I kill you, it's my fault." Yang Gui waved his hand and said, "I'm the director and commander-in-chief of the Journey to the West Office. You have to listen to me!"

"Okay then." Guanyin clenched her fist. (End of this chapter)