"Holy City? That place is indeed beautiful." Xuanzang was still sleepy, but he had already begun to stuff his mouth with the rice dumplings that he had not finished eating last night. He chewed and said, "But I always
I feel like that place doesn’t feel right.”
"Finish your meal before talking." Teng Tai gave Xuanzang a hand knife.
"Well..." Xuanzang burst into tears and swallowed hard what was in his mouth.
"How should I put it... In fact, the poor monk is not a person who cannot tolerate demons, especially now after becoming a heroic spirit." Xuanzang sat cross-legged, his expression became serious.
"Although those dragons are evil in my opinion, they have never harmed the residents of the Holy City. Some children can even ride on their backs and play. They can let it go, as if they have been tamed.
generally."
"So dragons are not my concern."
"The real problem with the Holy City is... it's so beautiful." Xuanzang looked into the eyes of Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was sitting opposite him, and said firmly.
"It's so beautiful...?" Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned.
"Why is it so beautiful but something is wrong?" Ma Xiu was also puzzled and asked Xuanzang.
"Man is an imperfect creature. As long as he is still a man, he will never be able to reach the level of beauty in the Holy City. That is unrealistic and impossible." Xuanzang said seriously, "Everyone
They are all in that state. Could it be that everyone has become a Buddha? I don’t think so.”
"Beauty is false." Xuanzang said firmly.
"That is a beauty achieved through certain means. It is not spontaneous, but mandatory. It is absolutely wrong. It is for this reason that I refused the Lion King's invitation, left the Holy City, and set foot on the road alone.
The journey is over." Xuanzang's serious expression disappeared and he stuffed a dumpling into his mouth again.
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu looked at each other, sighed and shook their heads.
It's too beautiful... If you haven't seen it before, you can't imagine it.
Moreover, Xuanzang had never witnessed the process of creating beauty, but they had witnessed a part of it.
In order to avoid accidents, all the people who were not selected to enter the Holy City were killed. This kind of atrocity has nothing to do with the word "beautiful".
"Hey, get ready, you can go back to the East Village." Baimian Hassan appeared at the door at some point and said to the inside of the house.
"Ah, yes." Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up and nodded.
"Have arrangements been made for the beautiful Miss Hassan in the West Village?" Xuanzang paused his Zen staff and asked with a smile.
"We still need to make more arrangements. If the Knights of the Round Table come knocking again, they have to find talent. Moreover, many people have expressed their intention to fight the Holy City to the end. They can also be regarded as a fighting force." Bai Mangha.
Sang smiled casually and wanted to turn around.
"Wait a minute, Ms. Hassan Baimei, do you mean to let the villagers also participate in the battle...?" Fujimaru Ritsuka chased after him, frowning slightly.
The handsome Hassan turned back and touched the center of Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyebrows.
"Little girl, don't underestimate the people of the mountains." She narrowed her eyes and snorted softly.
"This is not a civil war between the Knights of the Round Table, nor is it just a battle for human history."
"What that bastard Lion King occupies is a sacred place for us mountain people." She bent down and looked into Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, "Is it possible that you want to stop a group of people from saving their homeland?"
"Huh?..." Fujimaru Ritsuka was startled and paused.
Hassan Baimei withdrew his hand and turned it back again.
"Don't worry, Master of Chaldea, I know what you are worried about, but..." Hundred-faced Hassan turned his head as he walked forward, "It is in vain that you let your villagers die.
This is something that a mountain man wouldn’t even bother to do.”
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu stood side by side, looking at the handsome Hassan who disappeared instantly after passing a corner, and lowered their hands.
"Leave it to her. As the master of the mountain, she knows it well." Roman's image appeared and comforted Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Then, don't delay and hurry back to the East Village."
"...I understand." Nodding, Fujimaru Ritsuka closed the communication, then looked at the group of people behind him, "Let's go."
...
"According to the estimated time, they still have a day and a half to return here." Bindu took a breath and reported to Annuo with a somewhat difficult expression.
He was the fastest and came back first to report the news. However, a little accident happened on the way.
Annuo looked at Bindu's waist that had begun to ooze blood, sighed and shook his head: "Go and ask Ms. Da Vinci to help you re-sew it up. If possible, use magic to cure it."
"I understand..." Bindu was sweating profusely and trembling, limping towards the room previously arranged for Da Vinci.
"Uncle Annuo, what's wrong with Uncle Bindu?" Lu Xiute stood beside Annuo and asked curiously, "It feels like he's walking awkwardly."
"He... is injured. Let's ask that magical big sister to help treat the wound." Annuo blinked and chose to tell the truth to the child.
"Huh? Uncle Bindu is injured? Why is Uncle Bindu injured?" Lu Xiute grabbed Annuo's hand in surprise and turned to look in Bindu's direction, but Bindu had already walked into Da Vinci's room.
Temporary workshop.
"Because..." Annuo pondered for a moment, he didn't know how to tell Lu Xiute all this.
"Uncle Bindu got injured because he was trying to save his king. Think about it, there will definitely be many difficulties and obstacles for a knight to save the king, so being injured is not a bad thing for Uncle Bindu, but an important part of his journey.
I won a badge." Andersen appeared out of nowhere and took over the topic of Annuo and Lu Xiuite with a smile.
"Huh? Is that so? How cool! You get a badge or something for saving the king!" Lu Xiute's eyes lit up, but he still hesitated, "But why did Uncle Bindu save his king?
"
"Because everyone has something they must do, and he happens to need to save his own king." Andersen patted Lu Xiute's head, "When you figure these things out, you will grow up.
."
"Damn it! I'm obviously taller than you, brother Andersen!" Lu Xiute showed an unconvinced expression.
Andersen's face twitched: "That..."
"I'm going to see Uncle Bindu!" Lu Xiute let go of Annuo's hand and ran towards Leonardo da Vinci's temporary workshop.
"This kid..." Andersen said this through gritted teeth.
"Haha, don't worry, Andersen, that's a very energetic kid, isn't he?" Annuo looked at Lu Xiute's back and chuckled.