After a long time, Emperor Tang Li Shimin's face was covered with tears. He carefully held up the drawing paper in his hand and said to Wei Zheng beside him.

"My dear, my skills are limited and I cannot show the charm of my brother Yu. If you go, please help me to perfect my portrait according to my portrait. Be sure to engrave my brother Yu's last voice, appearance and smile."

"Yes!" After hearing this, Wei Zheng hurried forward and carefully took the drawing paper, and took a large look at the content on it from the corner of his eyes.

“Huh?”

"Do you have any doubts about me?" Emperor Tang Li Shimin frowned and said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Wei Zheng quickly pointed at the drawing paper and asked carefully. "I'm brave, but I don't know who the girl is next to the holy monk?"

When Emperor Tang Li Shimin heard this, he calmed down and broke out slightly from the sad and sad mood. When he looked at the drawing paper, he found that he was immersed in his mind, but he also outlined the girl he held in his brother's hand on it.

"I...I don't know..."

After a pause, Emperor Tang Li Shimin got up from his bed, sighed leisurely, and explained.

"Just just now, I met Brother Yu in my dream and learned that Brother Yu is no longer in the world. Perhaps Brother Yu is just relying on his last strand of obsession to see me with his soul. That girl was held in his hand by Brother Yu at that time."

"Your Majesty, since the Holy Monk travels west, the Tang Dynasty has become more and more prosperous. Your Majesty has always had a real dragon protecting his body. He is wronged... He is the first-class soul and no longer dare to get close to Your Majesty. Is this... Could it be that your Majesty dreams of a holy monk during his day and night?" Wei Zheng asked carefully.

"I also hope this is the case, but after waking up from the dream, I clearly remember everything I experienced when I traveled west..."

Speaking of this, Emperor Tang Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh again, and said with tears in his eyes. "Brother Yu has left, maybe the corpse is still in Lingshan now."

"Yuchi Gong, Qin Qiong!"

Suddenly, Emperor Tang Li Shimin had a dignified majesty, and his tears in his eyes contained the determination to make things difficult for the mountains and seas, and said.

"I will write a copy of the body-building method taught by my brother. You can quickly pass it on to our soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, and then choose the best ones from it. I will go to the expedition to India..."

"Even if I have passed away, I have exhausted my life, and even my descendants have been going to send soldiers to Lingshan to take Yu's corpse back to my hometown. It will not last ten years... That will be a hundred years, a thousand years!"

"My imperial tomb... is rebuilt! Leave a place for Yu's brother next to my coffin. If the corpse of Yu's brother will be returned after hundreds of thousands of years, then the corpse of Yu's brother will be reopened after hundreds of thousands of years and the corpse of Yu's brother will be placed in."

As soon as this statement was made, Wei Zheng, Yuchi Gong, Qin Qiong and others instantly understood how firm the decision of Emperor Tang Li Shimin was. Their emphasis on the holy monk was beyond imagination. They dared not refute it again, so they had to bow and respond.

Immediately, after Emperor Tang Li Shimin made a lot of arrangements overnight, his emotions calmed down a lot. He accidentally fell on the painting paper again, but he couldn't help but frown and thought hard.

"As for the girl I am holding..."

Yuchi Gong, who was beside him, glanced at him, and said, "Your Majesty, can this be the daughter of the Holy Monk? After all, the Holy Monk traveled west for ten years, and by year and month, it is almost that big. Then he died in Lingshan with the Holy Monk, so..."

“Bad talk!”

Emperor Tang Li Shimin couldn't help but yell, so that Yuchi Gong subconsciously shrank his neck. "My brother is a great master and holy monk. How could he fall into depravity and violate the precepts? Not to mention giving birth to a daughter in a foreign country and talking nonsense, he was simply a bastard."

"Then...what is that? It can't be the Holy Monk's horse... right?"

Yuchi Gong, who knew the nature of Emperor Tang Li Shimin, gritted the bullet and said authentically in order to divert the sadness of Emperor Tang Li Shimin.

What does this horse... mean in a slutty mouth like Yuchi Gong? How could Emperor Li Shimin of Tang Dynasty not understand?

"A bastard, he actually slandered the holy monk Qingyu like this, I..."

Emperor Tang Li Shimin was furious and for a moment he really forgot his grief. He looked around and grabbed the inkstone in his spare time and smashed it towards Yuchi Gong.

"Go down, give me down and lead the army fifty."

"Then you will take the humble position first. Your Majesty, don't be angry." The rude Yuchi Gong retreated with a bitter look.

However, after being interrupted by Yuchi Gong, the caring person who had been with him for decades, Tang Emperor Li Shimin did temporarily escape from sorrow. After sighing helplessly, he handed the drawing paper to Wei Zheng and said.

"Just press this for now, or may not necessarily be an immortal who protects Yu Di's soul all the way."

"yes……"

...

On the Zixiao Palace, Tang Sanzang, who was drinking vegetarian tea with Jin Chanzi, listened to Jin Chanzi's reaction to Tang Emperor Li Shimin, and couldn't help but sigh heavily, feeling infinite helpless.

Now... Tang Sanzang also understands that he does have combat power comparable to a saint, but he is far inferior to other saints above many "tricks". Even if he dreams of Emperor Tang Li Shimin in this way, he also borrowed the "past body" Jin Chanzi to use the "his heart" magical power that he originally knew.

After all, whether it is reasonable or reasonable, the farewell of Emperor Li Shimin of Tang was the beginning of Tang Sanzang's journey to the west, and Tang Sanzang also accepted the return of the Tang Dynasty, but he did not want to...

"After all, I am not able to do it, so I have to use my hands to dream and borrow tea to relieve my sorrows."

After Tang Sanzang heard this, Ao Yu helped Tang Sanzang pinch his little fingers on his shoulders more and more, as if this could help Tang Sanzang relieve his worries.

"When you are in this world, do you still want to dream of killing the cause and effect?" Jin Chanzi sipped in the tea, and with his fingers gently moved, a graceful fairy made of clouds and mist formed in front of him. He admired and asked.

"Otherwise, when the quarrel is silent for the time being, the old man Hongjun will definitely completely block the connection between Zixiao Palace and the prehistoric world, and prevent the first-class power of the saint from being transmitted to the prehistoric world. At that time, even if you and I work together, they may not be able to open it again."

Hearing this, many figures appeared in Tang Sanzang's mind.

The King of the Kingdom of Women, the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan, Xingxian...

Finally, Tang Sanzang shook his head and said, "Forget it, everything has its own cause and effect."

As the golden cicada moved his fingers, the clouds and mists changed from fairies to cat-eared ladies and rabbit-eared ladies, dancing the extremely familiar dance of Tang Sanzang.

"Well, then you have to think clearly. After all, once the connection with the prehistoric world is broken, life in Zixiao Palace is really simple and boring."
Chapter completed!