Tang Sanzang stood before the mirror in a bright red wedding robe, lost in thought. The garment was so vivid it hurt the eyes, utterly different from the cassock he usually wore.
"The Holy Monk is truly exceptionally handsome. You and Her Majesty are a match made in heaven," the female official said with a smile, her eyes full of blessings.
Tang Sanzang seemed about to speak, but in the end, he merely sighed softly. After all, only he himself knew the bitterness in his heart.
Had Guanyin not made the final decision, no matter what anyone said, Tang Sanzang would never have bowed his head to the Queen of Western Liang. Even if he did have feelings for her.
Just then, Tang Sanzang suddenly sensed that the origin power belonging to Golden Cicada Child within his body was producing a profound resonance with the omnipresent extreme yin energy of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom.
An unprecedented insight slowly began to grow in his heart. It seemed he had touched upon a trace of the Dao.
Yin and yang of heaven and earth generated and restrained each other, reproducing without end. This was the most fundamental law of the universe.
The Buddhist Sect preached severing emotions and desires, transcending reincarnation. But if all things severed their emotions—
And extinguished their desires, would the Primordial World not become a stagnant pool, devoid of all life?
Marriage and familial bonds, birth, aging, sickness, and death were all parts of nature, manifestations of reincarnation.
True Buddhist teachings perhaps should not run contrary to the natural Dao, but embrace it, understand it, and then transcend it.
Once this thought arose, it was like a seed falling into fertile soil, rapidly taking root and sprouting within Tang Sanzang's heart.
The Buddhist cultivation accumulated through Tang