Chapter 77: Holy Monk 43 (King and Queen Divorce)

Holy Monk 43 (King and Queen Divorce)

The king held a grand and solemn banquet for the holy monk from the East to show his welcome.

After this news spread, the entire royal capital was in an uproar.

Although the king had previously sent out invitations, that was just an ordinary banquet, not as solemn as this one now; this was specially arranged for the holy monk from the East, clearly a blatant challenge to the pope, ah.

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This country's religion is extremely exclusive; it's fine for the host to come here under another identity, but the problem is that he represents Eastern Buddhism.

"Don't worry." Jiang He remained unflustered, "The king is very dissatisfied with the pope; regardless of whether I come to this country, war will break out sooner or later."

Rather than saying the pope forbids the king and queen from divorcing, it's actually a conflict between secular and divine authority.

The king is young and strong, unable to tolerate the pope pointing fingers at him from above; meanwhile, the pope wishes to grasp all nations through the divine right of kings, further strengthening the church's prestige.

This banquet was indeed held with great solemnity; all nobles in the royal capital interested in handsome Eastern men came.

The old steward prepared attire for them to attend the banquet; Jiang Sixin accordingly put on the country's most fashionable clothing, those tight pants made him very uncomfortable, and he suddenly felt a bit envious of the monk father who refused to change clothes no matter what.

After putting on the tight pants and high heels, he suddenly felt that everything was off.

Upon arriving at the banquet, Jiang He naturally conversed with the many nobles in fluent language, and their expressions quickly shifted from contempt to solemnity.

Before coming, they had already inquired about the situation of this Eastern holy monk.

It was said that since coming to their country, this Eastern holy monk hardly ever left his residence, but unexpectedly he understood their country so well; this holy monk even knew that Baron Aier and his wife were worried about having children, Marquis William's daughter was troubled by facial acne that wouldn't go away, and Duke Winter was melancholy over his deceased wife to the point of illness…

The parrot mocked the host in the sea of consciousness, "So, is the Child-Giving Guanyin about to appear again? Actually sending children to the face of the Western God."

It then said the host would never escape this title in this lifetime.

Fortunately this world has no God, otherwise a god war would surely break out.

Baron Aier was half-believing, half-doubting, but still decided to seek treatment from the Eastern holy monk.

He and the blonde-haired captain are good friends; hearing the captain praise the Eastern holy monk's medical skills to the heavens, he somewhat wanted to give it a try, since their country's doctors cannot treat infertility, it doesn't mean the doctors of the great Eastern nation cannot.

The acne-covered daughter of Marquis William immediately applied the holy monk's face cream, even though the holy monk told her it wasn't specifically for acne but for treating skin burns.

It is said he specially made it for his own son, worried he might get hurt while cooking.

As a result, Jiang Sixin inherited his fine culinary skills, and this medicine hasn't been used much.

As for Duke Winter longing for his wife, the holy monk said his wife is also longing for him and has always been by his side.

This man in his forties, face full of urgency, grabbed the master's hand, "Holy Monk Sir, I'll give you gold, please let me see her once!"

The master smiled and comforted him, gesturing for him to find a quiet place.

The king watched from the terrace with great interest; seeing this, he hurriedly appeared, expressing his willingness to provide a private room for Duke Winter, and he also wanted to know whether this monk, passed off as the Eastern holy monk, truly had real ability.

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They have faith, but have never seen God, nor angels or demons; they now really want to witness a ghost.

Duke Winter was indifferent to this, allowing those high-ranking nobles to follow along, but he seriously warned them not to disturb them when his wife appears.

Everyone naturally promised verbatim, not taking it to heart.

God has never descended, and the Eastern Buddha certainly won't concern himself with their affairs.

Then, this group of high-ranking nobles—including the king—left the room with doubtful expressions on life.

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The parrot angrily protested in the host's mind: "You won't give me spiritual power to block high-altitude poop throwing, yet you actually give it to a ghost! You don't love me anymore!"

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The master ignored it, clasped his hands together, and sighed to the king and others: "People with obsessions form ghosts that linger; between life and death there is a boundary—no one can see or hear the other. By rights, Duke Winter would only be able to see his lady on the day he dies."

In other words, he is the real deal; only his magic can let this ill-fated couple meet.

The crowd nodded with ohs, still having their worldviews shattered.

At that moment, a noble impatiently asked, "Holy Monk Sir, can you let me see my mother? She's been dead ten years, I really miss her." The master shook his head, emphasizing, "Your mother has no obsession."

After this interlude, no one doubted the master's identity any further.

Thanks to the promotion by this group, nearly the entire royal capital knew that a holy monk from the East had come here, and he was quite capable.

Baron Aier and his wife both had health issues; if they wanted children, they both had to take medicine together, so they frequently came for treatment, reportedly being needled into a hedgehog and drinking bitter medicine until they doubted life.

This treatment differed from their country's situation, inevitably causing pressure; just as the couple could barely hold on, Marquis William's daughter eagerly showed up at the door.

At this time her small face was pure and beautiful, not a single blemish, radiant and stunningly beautiful.

The marquis's daughter boldly said, "Master! Please give me another ten bottles of that face cream! I'll pay!"

Since her face cleared of those annoying blemishes, people around said she looked even better than before, likely because this face cream also beautifies!

Jiang He really wanted to slap his forehead; he felt that if he switched to beauty work, he'd surely make a fortune.

He calmly said, "Sorry, there are no medicinal herbs, so I can't make much."

"What herbs do you need? I'll have people buy them!" For the wealthy marquis's daughter, anything solvable with money is no problem!

Jiang He said, "Many medicinal herbs are only available in Da Qing."

The marquis's daughter hastily said, "You say, I'll have sailors go overseas to Da Qing to purchase."

After using the master's face cream, she knew how versatile it was; her skin was poor, her legs from mosquito bites had been scratched all over with scars, at the time she suddenly thought of applying the cream, and now those scars have faded almost out of sight; she urgently needs many, many bottles of face cream to cover her whole body, so she can have flawless, tender skin.

Which woman doesn't love beauty? Anything that guarantees she'll become gorgeous won't be stingy with money.

Her mother also applied it once, and the next morning early she felt refreshed, as if ten years younger.

At that time her mother firmly said, "Bloody Mary has killed countless girls; methods of using their blood to stay youthful are all ineffective compared to this medicine."

Baron Aier and his wife stared at the marquis's daughter's face for a while, then both lay back down, peacefully accepting continued needling.

Perhaps they could look forward to the Eastern holy monk.

During this period, many nobles also came for treatment; for minor ailments, it was basically effective in one visit.

In no time, Master Xuanji's fame spread throughout the entire royal capital.

Later, even those with terminal illnesses dared to come loiter near the golden-haired ship captain's home, hoping to come to his door for treatment.

What surprised the nobles was that the Eastern Holy Monk actually did cure them.

He brought the ship's doctor and his own son over, set up a free clinic, and after several free clinics, the number of people coming for treatment was countless.

Jiang He transferred the huge medical fees he collected from the nobles to the poor; this inflow and outflow left him always short of money, so he could only continue to fleece the nobles.

On the other side, the Pope had already begun pressuring the king to burn the heretics.

The king straightforwardly said, "This is a great doctor; he has saved many of our citizens, and even as king, I cannot stand against the people!"

That was a large group of nobles, especially the beauty-loving noblewomen, all waiting for the holy monk to heal and beautify them; even if he were the king, he would not dare to oppose so many nobles.

Moreover, he was also waiting for the results from Earl Ai'er and his wife; if the holy monk could truly cure infertility, would he still need to divorce the queen?

The current queen is his cousin; in fact, the entire continental royal family are relatives, intermarried, intertwined like vines.

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Although he no longer had feelings for his cousin, her blood carried the noble royal lineage, and having children with her was still better than with outsiders.

The day after learning that the baroness was pregnant, the king had someone invite Master Xuanji to the palace as a guest.

In the afternoon, the master sat in the Huangong, chatting with the king.

The king received the Eastern Holy Monk with the highest honors, knowing the monk could not eat meat for religious reasons, he sighed, "This is good; this is what it looks like to wholeheartedly serve the divine! If only the priests and Pope of my country did the same, they eat more meat than anyone."

The more the king spoke, the more uneasy he felt; those who served God in the church were actually more extravagant and lustful than he, the king.

Jiang He set down his tea, his face flawless, neither sad nor happy, the very image of an enlightened high monk.

He asked, "I've heard that many scientists in your country are persecuted by religion; I don't know if they would be willing to come to my country, where our Buddha speaks reason, and one may believe or not."

On the king's reddened face, his thick beard twitched, and he said indifferently, "What use are they? They only spout heretical nonsense, even claiming the land beneath our feet is round! It's laughable; no wonder the Pope wants to kill them."

The king had no regard for those stubborn scientists; as long as they would say God is greatest, it would be fine, but they insist on saying the sun is the center.

However, their defiance pleased him; as long as it was something the Pope disliked, he was happy.

Jiang He smiled on his face, like Buddha's light shining on all beings: "Your Majesty the King, my country also has an emperor; the emperor is more curious, loves to hear these strange and wondrous things! Oh, by the way, he is also generous in giving; as long as you win his favor, gold, silver, and treasures are easily obtained."

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The state of Daqing is truly wonderful; even the emperor is so rich that he generously gives money to clowns.

The king was especially envious; he didn't even have as much money as the Pope! The priests of the church are bastards, they've snatched away the money that should have been his, and his desire to kill the Pope grew stronger.

"Your country's emperor actually has a son? How enviable." The king sighed; actually he wasn't greedy, just needing one… no, having two children would be safer.

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Inside the house, Jiang He sat unmoved by wind and rain, drinking tea with the golden-haired ship captain.

Jiang Sinyin ran over, plopped down beside him: "Dad, I want tea too."

"Wait a bit longer; my son doesn't want to go back yet."

Jiang He pressed his palms together, smiling, and said, "The Buddha is compassionate; he will protect the poor monk."

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Before departure, Jiang He assured the golden-haired ship captain that if the Daqing emperor saw his letter and token, he would surely be warmly received; if he encountered any difficulties, he could go to Shilan Temple, where his disciple would certainly help him.

Therefore, Duke Wente decided to live long and long, then do more good deeds; he hoped to pray that in the next life he could still be with his wife.

"Your Majesty the King." He said implicitly, "In our country there is a saying: bloodline does not recirculate! When the blood relation is too close, it's best not to intermarry, because it's hard to conceive, and even if conception occurs, miscarriage is likely."

Jiang Sinyin proudly told Woof, "This is the one I knocked out; it took less time than your method."

Now the king understood.

Only the Pope was very unhappy.

The old steward really couldn't bear to watch; their manor's guards couldn't even beat a child, truly embarrassing!

After all, Master Xuanji is a proof, proving that besides God, there is also the Buddha.

She knew that because she had died, Wente didn't care at all about his own life or death; the king ordered him to lead troops and swing his sword at the Pope, and he agreed.

Jiang He nodded, "Of course! But the poor monk still has patients; perhaps I can only spare two hours a day."

Woof was very dissatisfied: "That's because this side is weaker."

Jiang He and the king's words quickly spread, greatly influencing the scientists of this country.

A woman's illusory figure drifted over; she extended her hand and lightly placed it on his palm: "Wente, don't take risks; I will always wait for you."

Jiang He glanced at the other side, where his son with platinum-blond hair was energetically practicing martial arts as a sailor, and he smiled and refused.

His face full of ferocity, since he couldn't kill openly, he would assassinate instead!

That day, the captain asked, "Our ship will set sail on the first of next month, destination Daqing; do you want to go back?"

When Aimei'er's silhouette vanished from the jade pendant on Duke Wente's neck, he cupped the pendant in both hands, lowered his head and kissed it gently, saying tenderly, "After the war ends, I will follow the master; then we can be together forever!"

Jiang He raised his head, listening to the outside commotion, "Another assassin has come; aren't you going to help?"

Thus the king decided to speak plainly, "Venerable Holy Monk, can the queen's body bear a child?" He wore an expression of hope, still desiring a child of nobler bloodline.

Duke Wente wanted to grasp his wife's hand, but only grasped air.

However, at that time the king only had deep blessings, because the queen he later married also became pregnant.

Even the queen behind a wall heard and understood; she rushed in eagerly, "Venerable Holy Monk, in fact I can bear children, right?"

After the captain set sail, Jiang He originally wanted to buy a house and move out to avoid burdening the old steward, but the steward refused.

The golden-haired ship captain waved his hand, not taking it to heart, "Everyone knows this isn't your fault!"

One doesn't even know which of the two gods is more powerful.

The queen wiped away her tears, then her expression turned ferocious as she grabbed the king's collar, eyebrows furrowed, eyes glaring: "Divorce!"

Jiang Sinyin pouted unhappily, "Those guard brothers all rushed to fight the assassins, and I never get a turn! Geez, the Pope is so stingy, couldn't he send a few more assassins over?"

"Surely supportive, I've heard that people there may believe or not believe in religion, and the emperor doesn't care at all!" his friend said to André, "Look, we haven't questioned God's existence, merely said the sun is the center of the world, and the church wants to kill us! I asked the heretics, and they said their country has religious freedom, meaning God might not be able to remain the sole god."

Jiang He really had a headache, because speaking the truth offends people, yet he cannot not say it.

She is a normal woman, so she doesn't want to be dragged down by the king, lest people think it's her fault for not bearing children, when clearly she can!

This matter greatly affected the continent; later the nobles paid close attention, avoiding marriage with close relatives, which can also be counted as merit of Master Xuanji.

The holy monk said that the jade pendant contains the spiritual energy he infused, but the spiritual energy needs to be replenished every three years, otherwise it cannot allow ghosts to reside.

The following year, the queen remarried and in one go gave birth to eight children, as if deliberately slapping the king and the world in the face.

"André, hurry and come with me to the Eastern great country; I heard the emperor there strongly supports science, giving especially generous research funds." André hurriedly asked: "Does he also support heliocentrism?"

What pleased him most was that the master loved tea, and he also liked tea; just talking about tea, they could chat for half a day.

The guards in the earl's mansion were all especially enthusiastic; they had already witnessed how amazing Eastern martial arts were, and this child named Jiang Si Yin actually defeated them all.

After all, the king is more than willing to do anything that would displease the pope.

He has no liking for the pope at all; what kind of people did he send? They can't even beat a small child.

When a knight came charging with a big sword, Jiang Si Yin this time was not frightened, nor did he vomit and retreat; he took a stick and struck straight at him.

The old steward remained calm about those assassinations; back then, he too could defeat invincible knights with just a Western sword, and although he is old, his ambition and courage remain.

Jiang He said with an apologetic face: "Sorry, those knights were probably after me."

For a moment, the pope truly hated that heretic to the bone.

The old steward is an elegant old gentleman who especially appreciates the master's airy, unworldly demeanor.

The assassins sent by the pope arrived quickly.

He was nearly having a heart attack, because this time not only was the king making a fuss about divorce, but even the queen wanted a divorce, and the reason was clear: their blood was too close to have children; if he still insisted on forbidding their divorce, not only the nobles, but even commoners would find it intolerable.

"If war breaks out, you must leave immediately; this is not your country, you have no need to get involved!" the captain said solemnly.

The blond-haired captain said in a low voice: "You also need to leave quickly! I heard the pope is furious; he believes there is only one god in the world, and only the one he serves is the true god; the pope won't rest until he kills you."

Thus, the blond-haired captain's ship became crowded with many scientists who could not get by in their homeland; they brought new hopes and brought their families to a new country to make a living.

Ivy's face showed a guilty expression.

Jiang Si Yin watched, awestruck.

The old chef came over with two plates of snacks, glanced at the knight hung up, and muttered: "I don't know if the king's prison is full yet."

André wasn't that devout toward God; he preferred scientific truth, but he couldn't resist the temptation—if the emperor of the Eastern great country were truly as generous as the heretics said, loving to reward with gold.

They weren't greedy either; as long as they could defeat assassins as easily as Jiang Si Yin did and then hang them on a statue, they would be satisfied.

The holy monk also said that one should do good deeds; good deeds bring merit, benefiting both people and ghosts.

Finally, the old steward picked up his tea and drank it calmly.

"Little Yin says his martial arts are all taught by you; if Venerable Master feels uneasy, why not help train the guards of the earl's mansion?"

Jiang He took her pulse and confidently told her, "Your body is fine; you can bear children!"

Indeed, not letting the holy monk move away was correct; after the holy monk's training, the guards' strength greatly increased, and the assassins made perfect practice opponents for them.

Jiang He merely smiled, not taking it to heart.

Indeed, a woman's confidence lies in economic strength; after divorcing, the queen remained a princess of another country, with a generous dowry, able to remarry at any time, and she didn't care at all about her livelihood after divorcing the king.

Shortly after, he retrieved the big sword, and the knight was hung on the statue outside the door.

The captain also said: "But you don't need to worry too much; given the king's temperament, he will surely go to war with the pope, and the king will certainly be willing to protect you."

Her voice was distant and ethereal, like wind passing through a hall, audible only to him.

Is this still a knight?

But he was not disappointed; being able to stay with his deceased wife forever, he felt content, saying, "Sorry, Ivy, I have already agreed to the king."

This country does not point fingers at divorced women; it is very tolerant.

This time it was not the king who wanted a divorce, but the queen.

The master is a "carefree sort"; with so many pirates at sea, the guards' increased strength is just right to protect him, saving him from worrying at home.

The king still felt somewhat guilty toward the queen, divorced her readily, and gave her a generous alimony.

Duke Wen Te gently looked at the woman, illusory and translucent in the lamplight.

The blond-haired captain still wasn't entirely at ease, but thinking of the nobles who needed the master's salvation, it seemed unnecessary to worry so much; as long as the master was useful, those nobles would surely be reluctant to let him die.

Old steward: "……"

She had been married to the king for eight years, but the pressure of being childless exhausted her mentally and physically, making each day feel like a year; she went from a proud princess to a hysterical shrew.

The captain's blind date failed again; he didn't want to see the old steward's resentful old face, so he simply came over to look at the holy monk's handsome face to cleanse his eyes.

Assassins came one after another without end, yet the master didn't even suffer a scratch, which is strangely pitiable.

If it weren't for knowing the reason, her bearing so many children would surely make the king feel slapped in the face.

The old steward happily said: "Two hours is enough."

"Ivy, rest assured, I know what I'm doing!"

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