The sheep's eggs were out, at least the big-horned one's.
Especially seeing the subservient look in its eyes, Fang Er suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
He bent down and met the gaze of the big-horned one.
“You don’t have to eat it, but you’ll let Grandpa pet you!”
The big-horned one:.........
After its three-inch-long tail wagged back and forth a few times, it finally made a decision.
Two tears dripped from the corners of its eyes. Reluctantly, it turned its rear towards him.
“Baa............”
“My horns, my reputation is ruined........”
Its bleating carried a tone of desolation.
Nearby, Yelü Tianying inexplicably squeezed his legs together. Watching Fang Er’s wicked hands reach towards the big-horned one’s precious backside, he quietly leaned in towards Xi Gua Butian.
“Big Watermelon, you think His Grace might get bored one day and… slice us up too?”
His voice was very low, but it still reached Fang Er’s ears.
The wicked hands played with the roundness, but his eyes glared fiercely at Yelü Tianying.
“You? Worthy?!”
Yelü Tianying:..........
He did a quick calculation and felt that he indeed wasn't worthy!
The size, it couldn't even compare to the big-horned one!
The big-horned one was enough for several bites!
His own bite could swallow several!
It was too disheartening.......
After chatting with the two about some past events, Fang Er went to the pasture again.
What used to be only a few hundred acres of grassland had now expanded ten times over.
South of Shenyang City, along the banks of the Hun River, were vast fields of alfalfa in bloom with purple flowers, a spectacular sight to behold.
He suddenly remembered something and quickly turned back to look at Xi Gua Butian.
Just as he was about to speak, the communicator on his waist rang.
This was a communicator from Atari Star, with a huge coverage area, capable of global communication like a mobile phone without the need for satellites or base stations.
“An Zhi, where have you been?”
It was Li Shimin’s voice. What did he want with him?
“Does His Majesty have something?”
“Do you remember what I told you before?”
Fang Er was completely baffled. This was so abrupt, how could he know what he was talking about?
Without waiting for his question, Li Shimin cleared his confusion.
“The capital relocation ceremony in the tenth year of Zhenguan!”
“Although Chengqian now sits on the throne, it’s merely a change of reign title.”
“I just asked the court, the new capital is completely finished. In two months, we will relocate the capital!”
After saying this, Li Shimin ended the call.
Only then did Fang Er ask Xi Gua Butian, “What month and day is it today?”
Xi Gua Butian, thinking he was just overwhelmed with work, casually replied, “Third year of Chongde, seventh month, ninth day!”
Holy cow!
It was indeed time.
When they left the main world, the Great Tang was still in the seventh year of Zhenguan.
According to the custom of changing reign titles, Li Chengqian would only change his reign title in the second year after his enthronement.
Chongde was his reign title, so the third year of Chongde, in other words, was the tenth year of Zhenguan!
In two months, the ninth day of the ninth month!
Wasn't that precisely the date of the capital relocation ceremony Li Shimin had mentioned before?
Well, there was no need to go back to Australia now. He might as well have Chai Yue and the others come back, considering it a visit to Fang Family Village.
After contacting Wang Xuance through the communicator and explaining the situation, he went with Xi Gua Butian to the sheep pens.
The industrialized pens, stretching as far as the eye could see, now housed tens of thousands of sheep.
As soon as he entered, he saw Sha Seng’s shiny bald head and his characteristic full beard.
The man was holding a walkie-talkie, crying his eyes out.
“Master, I miss you....... owa!”
“Disciple, do not act like a little girl. Your master is doing well and does not need you to miss him, owa!”
“Master, don’t be like this. Disciple hasn't spoken to you for twelve hours, seven minutes, and forty seconds, owa!”
“Get lost! I don’t miss you, unfilial disciple! If you disturb my dharma transmission again, I’ll have your senior disciple beat you soundly!”
“..... static.... static..... static..... Holy Monk, quickly put aside the Buddhist chants and tell me, what is the realm of ultimate bliss.....”
“This poor monk, damn it, I haven’t hung up yet, what are you doing!”
“Good disciple, you heard nothing just now, owa!”
“..........”
After listening for just a few sentences, Fang Er was stunned.
Master?
Was Sha Seng talking to Tang Sanzang?
Wasn't that guy in Wa Island?
When did walkie-talkies cover such a wide range?
He took a closer look at the walkie-talkie in his hand. It was completely different from what he was familiar with. The back cover also had the logo of the Australian Research Institute.
Had there been a technological breakthrough?
However, there seemed to be something interesting mixed into Tang Sanzang’s words just now.........
Well, after so many years, it was quite remarkable that he could still hold onto his original heart.
Even more remarkable was that his voice was still so strong........
Damn it, then what was the point of the sheep’s eggs? He should go find him for the scriptures!
Fang Er’s eyes lit up. He made up a reason for Xi Gua Butian and turned to leave the sheep pens.
He took out the gold panning boat and flew directly towards Wa Island.
The sky over Wa Island was very blue, and the sea was very calm.
After asking Lai Yifa about Tang Sanzang, Fang Er took the gold panning boat to the foot of Mount Fuji.
Somewhere along the way, a temple had appeared.
Its scale was very grand, covering an astonishing area of over a thousand mu.
Looking down from above, the temple had countless rooms.
The main hall did not enshrine the Tathagata of the Western Heavens, nor any Ming Kings or Bodhisattvas.
Instead, it was a Luohan who gave sons, with his upper body exposed!
Standing at the entrance of the main hall, listening to the strange sounds coming from behind the Luohan statue, Fang Er sat down on the threshold and waited for a long time.
After a full two hours, the sounds finally stopped.
A bald man wearing floral shorts, beach sandals, and with red lipstick on his face walked out. Beside him was a dishevelled Wa woman.
Upon seeing Fang Er, the bald man was visibly taken aback. He quickly dismissed the Wa woman and, clasping his hands together, bowed.
“Namo Huanxi Buddha, this poor monk Xuanzang respectfully welcomes the Duke of Anguo!”