Now, the King of Jisai Kingdom had put Tang Sanzang in a difficult position.
When all was said and done, it was still all for the National Treasure.
For a small country on western soil like Jisai Kingdom, its civil officials were neither worthy nor its military officers capable, and its King had little talent or strategic ability. It had previously become a superior state entirely because of the National Treasure.
Now that the National Treasure was lost, neighboring countries had not brought tribute for over a decade. The country was poor and weak, and with natural disasters on top of that, it was difficult to govern. Naturally, the King was anxious.
He was, in fact, acting for his country's sake, and could hardly be blamed.
As for Tang Sanzang, he was only a monk. What did he know about governing a country?
He picked up the memorials in the chest and leafed through them. They were all reports from subordinate officials about disasters in the outlying prefectures.
Droughts and floods were both the workings of Heaven's way and could not be avoided.
Yet the people still suffered when these disasters struck.
Though this flood was not particularly severe in scale, it had still destroyed many people's villages and fields.
Grain prices had risen.
Disaster relief was difficult to provide.
No one was managing the waterways.
The disaster was small, but the matters to address were many.
Seeing in the reports that the people had been displaced and left homeless, Tang Sanzang could not help feeling sorrow for them. Yet he did not know how to handle it, and could only fall silent, choked with emotion, with nothing to say.
Faced with the glaring reality of the disaster, scriptures were of little use.
Seeing that Tang Sanzang had nothing to