"Holy Monk, there's no need for such formalities!"
The King of Jisae Kingdom spoke slowly, a kind smile appearing on his face.
Then he changed the subject. "I heard that the Holy Monk sent his disciples to search for the Sarira. I wonder if they found it?"
As the ruler of a kingdom, he had guards dedicated to gathering intelligence.
At Jinguang Temple, Tang Sanzang had asked about the matter. The monks there had already told the guards the whole story.
That was how the King of Jisae Kingdom learned what had happened.
Hearing this, Tang Sanzang turned to look at Sun Wukong.
"Take it out."
At that, Sun Wukong stirred his magic power. The crimson-gold Sarira floated in the center of the main hall, radiating a rich Buddhist glow. The civil and military officials present hurriedly pressed their palms together and prayed to it in worship.
"The one who stole the Sarira was a peerless demon called the Nine-Headed Insect. He has already been executed."
"But in Old Sun's view, why should the king and his subjects worship this Sarira? You might as well tear down Jinguang Temple and build a Dragon King Temple. My uncle is Dragon King Ao Guang of the East Sea, and it was Third Prince Ao Bing who slew the monster this time."
"If the people of Jisae Kingdom worship powerful members of the Dragon Clan, surely the weather will remain favorable and they'll no longer be troubled by demons."
Sun Wukong scratched his head and spoke in a resonant voice.
He had discussed this matter with his master long ago, and his master had no objections.
As soon as he finished speaking,
the court erupted in an uproar. The officials exchanged glances, then looked up at the King of Jisae Kingdom, seated high