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Chapter 254 Born King

"Your Majesty, the Third Prince has appeared in the Second Prince's courtyard, accompanied by a man who is nine feet tall."

"What!!"

"Quickly, gather a squad of guards."

The old king's large army marched to the second prince's residence, and from outside the courtyard, they could hear more than one person crying inside.

"Fine. My son has been bewitched by the demon after all, and he has turned against his own brother."

As the old king spoke, a few tears welled up in his eyes. After wiping them away with the back of his hand, the old king immediately ordered his guards with swords to rush into the courtyard and capture the three princes.

The armed guards stormed into the courtyard, but it was very quiet. The old king stood outside waiting. The head guard came out shortly afterward, knelt down, and invited the old king into the courtyard.

"..."

The old king looked up at the sky.

He didn't immediately go into the courtyard, but was thinking.

What would happen to Baoxiang National Congress if he entered the courtyard and had an accident?

Tears welled up in his eyes again, but the old king didn't wipe them away. He followed the head guard into the courtyard.

"Father!"

"look!"

The guards stood under the courtyard wall. The third prince quickly walked to the old king's side to help him up and pointed to the door of the second prince's bedroom.

"My second brother is getting better." The third prince said slowly and deliberately, as if he knew his brother would have this day.

"what?"

Tears blurred his vision, and the old king could not see clearly. After pushing away the third prince's support and wiping away his tears, he saw the second prince standing blankly on the porch in front of the house.

"My son..."

When the old king saw the second prince looking radiant, tears welled up in his eyes again.

"A miracle, a miracle!" the old king cried.

"Father, it was this gentleman who saved my brother's life." The third prince pointed to the roadside.

The old king quickly wiped away his tears and looked towards the roadside.
"Sir?" The old king hesitated for a moment.

The old king initially thought the messenger's claim that the man standing by the roadside was nine feet tall was an exaggeration, but it turned out to be a truly magnificent man of nine feet tall.

"My brother was cured by Mr. Lu," the third prince added.

"Hit, hit it well?" The old king looked at his third son, thinking that his son had misspoke and that it should be "heal" rather than "hit".

"Mr. Lu, thank you so much. May I ask where you are from?"

“I come from the East, I am a Han Chinese,” the man by the roadside replied.

"Oh, Han people, so they are also Tang people?" the old king asked.

"Mm." The person by the roadside nodded.

"So they are from a superior nation, no wonder," the old king exclaimed.

The fame of the Tang Dynasty spread from the Southern Continent to the Western Continent, a civilized land that everyone yearned for.

In the eyes of gods and Buddhas, the people of Jambudvipa are quite wretched, but in the eyes of mortals, Jambudvipa is a civilized country, a land of gold, a place that everyone yearns for.

"Father, when will you let my second brother succeed to the throne?" the third prince asked.

"No, no, no!!" The second prince immediately became anxious upon hearing his younger brother's words.

"Father, let my younger brother become king," the second prince said.

"Let my brother do it!"

"My younger brother is still the best!"

The two men politely declined each other's offer, which aroused great curiosity among the roadside spectators.

"Your Highness, why do you ask this? Can you tell me your reasons for believing that the Third Prince should inherit the throne?" someone asked from the roadside.

“From a young age, I felt that my younger brother had the most kingly qualities and was the most capable of leading our Baoxiang Kingdom to greater national strength.”

“My younger brother was exceptionally intelligent from a young age. When the wise men of the country exchanged wisdom and debated with each other, he could join in their conversations simply by listening.” “Before he even came of age, he devoted himself to practicing the arts of debate, contemplation, and meditation.”

“From the age of ten, he performed ten good deeds every day. Later, he could only perform one good deed every ten days in the entire royal city.”

"My younger brother thirsted for knowledge and read through all the books in the country, from the East to the West. There was nothing he hadn't read."

"He grew up like an eagle, capable of fighting bears and tigers, and his martial prowess was astonishing."

"She has long, slender legs, a fit physique, and a dignified posture when sitting, standing, and walking. She is polite and considerate to everyone."

"Walking through the streets and alleys, every girl's heart flutters with longing for the younger brother..."

"Then why isn't he a born king?" the second prince said.

“Uh…” The third prince scratched his head.

He never imagined that he would be seen this way in his brother's eyes.

"Oh."

He watched the second prince from the roadside.

"Why do you know so much about everything your brother has done?" the roadside asked.

“I am because he is my brother, and we are both heirs to this country.”

“I sent people to observe him and record what he did every day.”

"The more I understand my brother, the more desperate I feel."

"Is it because you can't inherit the throne that you're desperate?" someone asked from the roadside.

"Yes," the second prince answered honestly.

"This!" The old king immediately realized the reason for the second prince's serious illness.

“I long to be king. Ever since I can remember, everyone around me has told me I will become king. But I’ve discovered that I’m not the most suitable person to be king,” the second prince said.

"Today, I am even more certain of my thoughts."

"My brother found a god-like man to treat me."

"Although my physical health has improved, my mental state remains unhealthy."

"As long as my brother is still in this world, I will consider him my king."

“…Brother, you shouldn’t think like that,” the third prince said.

“I make a vow that if I can restore your health, I will abide by the rules and precepts, serve the Buddha, and take on the responsibility of the Buddha to save all sentient beings and relieve all suffering.”

“Now that you are healthy, I will also become a monk.”

"What!!"

The second prince was shocked when he heard what the third prince said.

At that moment, strands of the third prince's hair fell off his head, and a gust of wind blew by, leaving him bald.

"What a perfectly round bald head! It looks like it can glow!" exclaimed someone standing next to the Third Prince.

“My name is Kim Gyo-gak. Today I am formally ordained as a Buddhist monk and my Dharma name is Dae-won.”

"..."

The old king and the second prince's expressions changed constantly, and finally the father and son embraced and wept bitterly.

With a determined look in his eyes, the monk Dayuan walked out of the second prince's courtyard, and even out of the palace, returning to Baoxiang Temple. He followed the third prince, who had been ordained as a monk, back to Baoxiang Temple and told Chenxiang and the others what had happened in the palace.

The next day, the old king sent two items to Baoxiang Temple and gave them to the monk Dayuan.

A nine-ringed tin staff and a simple kasaya.

The monk Dayuan received the staff and changed into the kasaya. At this moment, he looked completely like a monk, and it was impossible to tell that he was the once noble third prince.

“Benefactor Lu, I had another dream last night,” the monk Dayuan said to the roadside.

"What did you dream about again?" The man on the roadside looked at Da Yuan's bald head and really wanted to touch it.

"I dreamed that I became a Buddha."

(End of this chapter)