Journey to the West begins with a full-level Tang monk

Chapter 1497 Questioning the Royal Family
Standing high in the sky, I watched Tongxia County below get farther and farther away.

Tang Seng flew to the south, and he was very familiar with everything along the way.

He used to walk through these places on foot with the Qingchuan camp, and then went back and forth in the sky a few times, covered by spiritual thoughts many times.

Yingzhou Mansion, Linwen County, Dalu County, all the way to Fuyun Pass, Zijin Pass and Longhu Pass, he gradually had a panoramic view during his flight.

In the sky above Fuyun Pass, Tang Seng circled for a while, then continued to head south.

This is already the territory of Dajin.

Looking from a high altitude, outside the three passes, the soldiers and horses of the Great Jin Dynasty can no longer be seen, only the traces of the troops staying in the brigade are still so obvious.

From those traces, it can be seen that there have been many wars here.

There are continuous mountain peaks, which can be seen at intervals, and square beacon towers are built on many mountain peaks.

From north to south, across the east and west sides, it has been connected with Sanguan.

It is densely packed, covering a radius of thousands of miles, like an extremely developed communication network.

It is conceivable that when the two countries were in full swing, how many war smokes rose from those beacon towers, and how many people of the two countries were buried in foreign lands because of the war smoke, and their bodies were shrouded in horse leather.

And the farther you go in the direction of the Great Jin land, the beacon towers gradually become rarer, until finally they are completely invisible.

The shapes of those beacon towers are roughly the same, but there is a huge difference in the degree of newness and oldness, and the further you go to the Great Jin Kingdom, the more incompletely preserved the beacon towers are.

Those dilapidated beacon towers bear more traces of the years. I don't know how much wind and rain they have experienced, and the years have eroded, and they have begun to collapse and become mottled.

There are even serious cases where only a pile of broken bricks can be seen, and it can be vaguely seen that they are traces of Fenghuotian.

From these signs, it can be seen that the mountains and rivers near here used to be the territory of the Great Xia, but in the end it became the territory of the Great Jin State.

Among them, I don't know how many years and how many wars have passed before the current territorial situation appeared.

I don't know how many bones are buried among these green mountains and black soil.

War is cruel, it will kill people, and countless families will be torn apart.

How many hardships a person will go through if he wants to finish his short life, what they want is not just three meals a day.

Although I have now solved the problem of Daxia, the people of Dajin are also common people.

Large-scale wars must never happen again, otherwise, it will be the people who suffer after all.

Tang Seng flew quickly in the sky, crossed the vast mountainous area, and gradually saw the cities of the Great Jin Kingdom with the naked eye.

The big JC city here seems to be far more prosperous than Daxia.

The clothes of the common people are not comparable to those of the people of Daxia, and the houses are much better than those of Daxia.

It can be seen that, on the whole, the comprehensive national strength of Dajin is much stronger than that of Daxia.

Although Daxia's death camp and Qingchuan camp should be invincible in this world, but after they are all dead, what will Daxia and Dajin look like in decades and hundreds of years?

Who knows?
Tang Seng felt deeply worried about this.

He flew all the way, and fell to the ground during the period. He inquired about the direction of Dajin's entry into the city, and flew directly to Jinjing, the capital of Dajin.

In less than eight hours, Tang Seng had already sensed the location of Jinjing within the range of his divine sense, even though Tang Seng didn't fly towards it with all his strength.

It was a very prosperous city, much more prosperous than Xiajing, the capital of Daxia.

The city is tall, the streets are wide, there are many shops, pedestrians are weaving, all kinds of shops and restaurants abound, and it is full of rising when you look at it.

It is very easy to find the location of the imperial palace in such a city, because any imperial palace in a country is the center of the city, and the magnificent buildings can be recognized at a glance.

But the Great Jin Palace is more magnificent than the Great Xia Palace.

Tang Seng looked down at the palace in the sky. After a while, Tang Seng flashed and fell slowly into the palace.

Before, he was at a high altitude of tens of miles in the sky, and the people in the city couldn't see Tang Seng's existence at all, but this time, Tang Shi Tang Seng didn't use too fast speed.

He was like a god descending to earth, slowly descending, his body glowing with golden light.

Seeing this scene, many people in the Jin Dynasty couldn't help but knelt down on the ground and kowtowed.

This is the first time this kind of situation has appeared in the Great Jin Kingdom. Those common people have never seen such a battle, and they naturally feel awe in their hearts.

Immortals and Buddhas have always awed mortals.

Moreover, Tang Seng deliberately let people see this process, so the speed of landing became slower, and the golden light all over his body became more brilliant as soon as he used metallic mana for a while.

That look, as much wind as you want.

Facing this scene, the common people in Dajin capital began to tell each other. Even some big families had set up incense burners in their courtyards and streets, and burned incense to bow to the Tang monk.

Not long after, the entire capital city was filled with smoke, and almost everyone in sight knelt down.

From the old man to the toddler, they all knelt down on the ground to welcome this fairy who descended from the sky.

Even in the imperial palace of the Great Jin Kingdom, incense was lit, and many men in yellow robes and many Yingying and Yanyan in colorful costumes all knelt on the ground.

There were even many eunuchs with whisks in their hands, and guards of the Imperial Forest Army with weapons, all knelt on the ground.

Tang Seng's figure still descended very slowly. In the end, he stopped a dozen feet above the palace, suspended in the air.

Although Tang Seng was shining all over, he said with the utmost compassion in his voice: "Amitabha, the poor monk is a disciple of the Buddha. He was entrusted by the Buddha to give charity to the mortal world. Going against the law and going east, trying to invade the land of Daxia, the poor monk punished him slightly and expelled the Dajin army from the territory of Daxia. Dajin royal family, are you guilty?"

Tang Seng's voice was not loud, but his voice was ethereal, as if it came from every direction in the sky, and the people in the city felt that Dao Sheng's voice was coming from their own ears.

Hear it clearly and clearly.

But when they heard what Tang Seng said, the people and gentry of the Great Jin Kingdom couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

Originally they thought that the gods descended from the sky, and they could see it with their own eyes, which should be an extremely auspicious thing, but now that they heard it, it was not the case at all.

Why does it sound like this god came to ask Master Jin Guoxing for his crimes?

Moreover, he called names and directly questioned the royal family.

Everyone couldn't help feeling uneasy.

(End of this chapter)