there is a king in the palace

The courtyard arranged for the emperor in Qingqiu Temple is very high-grade, with earth dragons and heated kangs. Even if it is cold and windy outside, the indoors are warm as spring. Even the flowers and plants on the window sills are full of vitality, which is very gratifying.

But this place can only sleep one person, two people is barely enough, one person and one tiger are impossible, Zhao Xianao was sleepy, so he started to drive the king to his yard.

"I want to sleep here, sleep here~" The king tossed and turned on the kang, unable to get out, how smart he was, he didn't know what was good and what was bad.

For the quality of his sleep, Zhao Xianao ruthlessly pulled his tail out, "I woke up before dawn today, and I haven't closed my eyes until now, and I have to get up early tomorrow, if you have a conscience Just go back."

"Ow!"

The king couldn't hold back his force, and was dragged out of the main room howling. Director Li was wrapped in a jacket and stood guard at the door, and hurried forward, "Your Majesty..."

Zhao Xianao pulled the king by the tail and said to Director Li, "Li Qiushi, bring someone in to clean up, and I will send the Beast King back."

"The slave obeys the order."

Even though the monks of Qingqiu Temple had tidied up the house long before Zhao Xianao came, Li Qiushi still had to tidy up the toilet, change the bedding, clean up the dust in the corners, and even the cups prepared in the temple were all cleaned up. Rinse three times with clean water, and then wipe carefully with a clean veil.

The place where the king lives is in the courtyard next door, only a few steps away, Zhao Xianao took the king back, bent down and rubbed his head with a smile, "Yuan Huan sleep well. You have performed well these three days, and I will give you a reward when I go back. "

The king looked at the endless tenderness in his eyebrows and eyes, and forgot who it was that just pulled his tail.

Prayer is eating fast and praying to Buddha.

It was not bright the next day, and it was snowing outside. The king slept soundly in the warm quilt, and the sound of snoring could be heard clearly through a door.

He doesn't usually snore, but he was really tired after climbing the 99 stairs yesterday.

Zhang Su shivered and pushed open the door of the king's room, bringing in a burst of cold air, "Beast king, it's time to get up."

The king stuffed his head into his four legs, blocking all outside factors that wanted to get him off the kang.

"Beastmaster, wake up soon. If you don't eat this meal in the morning, you will be hungry for a day." As a beast trainer, Zhang Su has already mastered the art of beating snakes seven inches, and beating tigers skillfully.

hungry?

Ever since he entered the palace, the king didn't know how to pronounce the word "starve".

Wait, this is not in the palace.

Qingqiu Temple, eat vegetarian food, no meat.

The king jumped up and sat up, looking at Zhang Su with misty eyes.

Quick, put on clothes for the great king, and hurry up to eat.

The place where the royals eat breakfast is not far from where they live, but there is a floor sweeper monk a short distance away, cleaning up the thin snow that has just fallen on the bluestone slabs, lest the nobles from the palace slip and get hurt.

His Majesty was worrying about eating fast, when he raised his head and saw Zhao Xianao from a distance, due to his acquired training, he possessed a certain mysterious characteristic in his bones, because of this mysterious characteristic, His Majesty ran towards Zhao Xianao, "Aww."

Hearing the voice of the king, Zhao Xianao also turned his head in inertia.

Seeing that little fat tiger took a step and slipped in front of him, rubbing his head against his robe, Zhao Xianao looked at him and probably didn't know what he was doing.

"Let's go and eat."

The former emperor's heirs were weak, and there were only three sons and two daughters in total. The eldest son died, and the two daughters were married far away. Only Zhao Xianao and Zhao Xianyong came to Qingqiu Temple to pray. The dining place is large, with a long table at least five meters .

After Zhao Xianao sat down at the main seat, Zhang Su habitually placed the king's stool next to him. The king jumped up to take a look at the dishes on the table, and suddenly lost his appetite.

Don't say it's meaty, it doesn't even have any oil or water, and the table is full of green and oily.

The king didn't want to eat very much, he wanted to eat meat.

Zhao Xianao had been paying attention to him all the time, and when he saw that he was about to jump down, he grabbed his face and threatened, "Be more honest, or..." Otherwise, for a long time, he just didn't say anything. , so what is the omitted word, Qingqiu Temple cannot have killing thoughts, the meaning is self-evident.

No need, otherwise, eat, eat is not enough.

The king lifted his front legs onto the table and patted the table repeatedly, his huge bun face was very sad.

Looking at this table, Zhao Xianao was already very pleased to be able to sit here, and the rest of the petty willfulness can be tolerated.

Manager Li tied the dishes on the table with a silver needle, and tasted one by one. When he tasted the last dish of fried green peppers with green peppers, another person walked in at the door, it was the cold-faced King Duan.

As soon as he came in, the king felt that the air in the room was three points colder than outside.

After King Duan came in, he bowed to Zhao Xianao, he glanced at the table, and could only sit on Zhao Xianao's left, which was opposite to the king.

According to the rules, he should be the one sitting on the right, so Zhao Xianyong looked at the king even more unkindly.

The king thought, it's over, he will die after eating this meal.

After the two sat firmly together, two abbots walked out from the side hall, "Amitabha, the emperor and Prince Duan have a precious filial piety. The former emperor must have felt it in the sky. That's why we have today's auspicious snow."

The auspicious snow heralds a good year, and snow at this time is indeed a good sign.

With the king, a talking goblin, Zhao Xianao was very superstitious. He didn't think the two eminent monks were flattering him at all, so he replied politely, "Amitabha."

After exchanging a few hypocritical greetings, the dinner was finally ready, because it was a blessing, everything was kept simple and there were not too many complicated and complicated rules in the palace. Standing on the left is Zhang Su picking up vegetables, and on the right is Pan Qi feeding. Coupled with the figure of the landlord and rich man, he looks extraordinarily rich.

The two abbots and King Duan sitting across from him were stunned.

I have long heard that this tiger has spirituality, but I never thought that it is so intelligent.

The king had eaten less than half a bowl of rice, and he couldn't eat anymore. The usual meal of a large bowl of meat porridge plus a bowl of pork had disappeared along with the green of the table.

The three people on the opposite side were all watching him eat, and seeing him keep his mouth shut and motionless, they all knew in their hearts that it was impossible for a carnivore to be a vegetarian honestly.

The emperor said casually, "Eat more, next meal, there is no food."

The king already regretted coming home, why did he come to this ghost place? If he can't eat meat after becoming a god, then he would rather not be such a god.

The king opened his mouth with tears in his eyes, and swallowed the rice with green leaves like swallowing medicine.

Zhao Xianao looked expressionless, but in fact he was quite distressed. Whether it was from the perspective of his master or a friend, the king's failure to eat meat made him feel uncomfortable.

In fact, he agreed to bring His Majesty here for the sake of His Majesty's health. It is a good thing for him to eat vegetarian food for three days.

Stick to it, it's only three days.

The king has a bad temper when he eats vegetables, but the king Duan on the opposite side always looks at him with strange eyes, the king is even more angry, and his eyeballs turn around and he has a wicked look.

Anyway, with Zhao Xianao's backing, he has nothing to fear.

The king took a big mouthful of rice, his cheeks bulged, and his face looked plump and round. He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Xianyong, which gave Zhao Xianyong an ominous premonition.

As soon as this premonition arose, it became a reality.

The king sneezed.

The rice and vegetable leaves were all sprayed on Zhao Xianyong's face, and the vegetable leaves hung firmly on his nose. The scene was so joyful that even the abbot beside him suffered.

Zhao Xianyong clenched his fists, rolled the Jingxin Sutra in his stomach, calmly took the handkerchief from the boy's hand, and wiped off the rice grains and vegetable leaves on his face, which shows that this person has a calm temperament Very scheming.

Zhao Xianao looked at him, feeling sorry for his younger brother from the bottom of his heart, if he were him, he would definitely go crazy, he suppressed a smile, and reprimanded the king hypocritically, "How can I lose my composure during the meal? teach you."

The king looked innocent, "Aww~"

Look at me, look at me, I didn't mean to.

The dishes on the table were all stained with the king's saliva, and he couldn't continue eating.

Zhao Xianyong got up, still with a ruthless face, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

Zhao Xianao was very generous, "Go wash it."

Zhao Xianyong was not polite at all, turned around and left, with a cold and murderous look in his eager steps.

The king did not have a good time either, he was taken by Zhao Xianao to the Buddhist hall, which is the largest Buddhist hall in Qingqiu Temple, and the three-meter-high gold-leaf Buddha statue is impressive, the king sat next to Zhao Xianao On the bright yellow cushion, I was forced to listen to nearly a hundred monks kneeling together, knocking on the wooden fish and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

To be honest, he really felt like a goblin at this moment.

No no no, head hurts, confused.