there is a king in the palace

The king didn't know how he spent those few hours in the Buddhist hall, he only knew that after the morning blessing, his whole tiger was not well.

However, after suffering all morning, what greeted him at lunch was still the lush greenery.

In fact, the vegetarian meal at Qingqiu Temple is very delicious. The vegetables in winter are rare and fresh, and the chef cooks them carefully. For the king who doesn't like meat, no matter how delicious it is, he can't taste it.

During this meal, Zhao Xianyong, whose psychological shadow had not yet dissipated, sat eight feet away from the king, and the king was very obedient, even though he was disgusted by the leaves, he swallowed hard.

This meal was quite harmonious.

Zhao Xianao elegantly ate the apparently simple green vegetables and corn tortillas, every little move carried the upbringing of the royal family, he was the same as King Duan, he didn't make too much noise when eating, Although the two eminent monks have a high status in Qingqiu Temple, they are still cautious and very quiet in front of the emperor and prince.

Because of this, the sound of the king biting the spoon was harsh.

Zhao Xianao turned his head slightly, and saw the king curled up in a ball, sitting on a chair like a ball, angrily holding the bowl-sized spoon in his mouth, and he was willing to let go only when Zhang Su pulled hard, and then made a bitter face Meet the next spoonful of unpalatable dishes and repeat the same action again.

There was an almost invisible smile on the corner of Zhao Xianao's mouth.

"Yuan Huan, let Zhang Su accompany you around the temple after eating, don't run around, and go back to the courtyard before dark."

No need to go to the Buddhist hall!

The king worked so hard to eat for this reason, he jumped off the chair and ran out the door without a moment's hesitation.

It's like fleeing.

The abbot looked at the king's back very worriedly, for fear that he would not be full from his vegetarian diet, so he would go out and catch a monk to eat.

Zhao Xianao saw his worry and said with relief, "Master, don't worry, although the Beast King is a beast, his kind heart is similar to that of King Duan."

Zhao Xianyong almost broke his chopsticks.

The king didn't know that Zhao Xianao used him to disgust King Duan again, so he left Zhang Su far away when he had time, and ran to the small Buddhist hall that he found yesterday.

He has to go through this door now, otherwise the food will be in vain.

Qingqiu Temple is really big, except for the only way that the emperor and the prince must pass, there is still snow on the ground, the king did not walk far before his shoes got wet, and the king, who is used to keeping his paws dry and warm forever, felt a little uncomfortable.

When we got to the small Buddhist hall, the door was still closed, but judging from the footprints on the ground, someone had gone out here not long ago and hadn't come back yet.

There is a long corridor next to the small Buddhist hall, the king found a relatively clean place and lay down, intending to sit back and wait.

But Zhao Xianao was used to the king becoming more and more squeamish, lying on the cold bluestone for a while, his stomach began to feel uncomfortable.

The king went to have a papa.

After pulling it, he took a look, and it was still that annoying green.

When I came back, there was a row of footprints on the ground in front of the Small Buddha Hall, and people had already entered.

The king sighed leisurely, feeling that he might have been unlucky these two days, how could he miss it in such a short time.

Wait, what does this taste like.

The king went to the door and sniffed, and smelled a very strong smell of meat.

It's roast duck.

Well, absolutely true.

Monks actually eat meat!Then why don't you let me eat meat!

The king raised his paw and slammed on the door angrily, making a loud bang bang bang.

Immediately, he heard a flurry of footsteps coming from inside, and after a while, the door was pushed open. It was an old monk with gray eyebrows and a beard. It's almost the same, but for some reason, it seems very frivolous and not so respectable.

As soon as the old monk opened the door and saw a tiger, his legs were so frightened that he sat down on the ground. The king took the opportunity to rush in, ignoring the strong spiritual energy in the courtyard, and went straight to the side hall of the Buddhist hall, pushing it away with his paw. Opening the door, he lifted the quilt with another paw, and found a roast duck without a leg from under the quilt.

Okay, this old monk is really eating meat!

Confiscated!

The king bit the bone and the flesh into his mouth, and he couldn't bear to swallow it until it was chewy.

At this time, the old monk came back to his senses, ran into the house, pointed at the king with trembling hands, "You, you give me back the roast duck!"

The king just swallowed the roast duck. Out of anger, he blurted out his question, "Old monk, how dare you eat meat!"

The old monk questioned the king in the same tone, "You fat tiger dare to speak!"

Yeah?

Did he just speak?

Found out?

The king's first thought was to eat the old monk and destroy the corpse, but in the next second, he realized that what the old monk said just now was that he dared to speak, not that he could speak.

The king is a smart little tiger, he realized that this old monk has a story.

"Why don't I dare to speak?" The king stared at the old monk, and walked forward step by step, and the old monk retreated step by step. His eyes changed from probing to erratic, and finally turned into surprise, "You are not a demon..."

The king didn't understand what was going on, but he saw that the old monk was surrounded by a puff of white smoke, and the king's eyes blurred for a moment. When he saw clearly, the old monk was gone, and there was an old turtle the size of a round basin on the ground.

Senseless.

The king was really dumbfounded, he didn't understand why people turned into turtles.

No, it's why the turtle turned into a human.

The king glanced at the fastened gate, full of doubts about this cautious old tortoise, he had many questions he wanted to ask.

But before he could ask, the old tortoise said by himself, "I am the tortoise raised by Master Kongjian..."

The old tortoise was born in the wild, hiding in the river all the year round, eating small fish and shrimps to survive. When he was a hundred years old, he finally became enlightened and learned the art of cultivating demons from a fox demon. The peasant woman who washes clothes by the river and the children who are playing are cultivating energy. Although the progress of cultivation is slow, the old tortoise is very satisfied. He has plenty of time, and there will always be a day when he can turn into a human being slowly, but gradually, he has been sucked. Spiritual people fell ill one after another, and were even bedridden. Some people said that it was because of bad feng shui and bad luck, so the village chief hired a Taoist priest to find out the source of the bad luck.

The old tortoise was also unlucky, and he met a Taoist priest with real learning and hard work. He found out that there was a monster making trouble, so he asked people to fish the old tortoise out of the river, saying that he was the source of the bad luck.

Everyone in the village also knew that there was a tortoise in the river, but the tortoise symbolizes longevity, and no one thought it would be related to him, so they asked the priest what to do. People's diseases will naturally heal without treatment.

Fortunately in the misfortune, the Taoist priest attracted the attention of the previous abbot of the Qingqiu Temple, Master Kong Jian, when he was performing rituals. The tortoise was pitiful, so he took him back to the temple to be moderated, hoping that he would learn from the painful experience and stop practicing those harmful techniques in the future.

This Buddhist hall is the former residence of Master Kongjian, and it happens that there is a sacred grass named Mishen in the courtyard of this Buddhist hall. It is precisely because of this sacred grass that the old tortoise has cultivated into a demon in just 30 years. After becoming a demon, Master Kong Jian looked at him and shook his head and sighed, finally accepted him as a monk of Qingqiu Temple, and asked him to stay in Qingqiu Temple to guard the divine grass of compassion, and was not allowed to leave half a step. He traveled abroad and never came back, so he stayed here in the name of taking care of the Buddhist hall for Master Kongjian.

"Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye... I haven't seen a monster in these years. Maybe they are all pretending to be people like me."

After hearing what he said, the king slowly closed his mouth, "You, then why do you say I'm not a demon?"

"How old are you this year? I'm already 140 years old. The fox demon I saw before was [-] years old. You must not be a demon."

So, he is a little tiger.

The old tortoise's next sentence subverted the king's worldview.

"You should be the offspring of the white tiger beast and the tiger."

???

White tiger, divine beast?

Beast!

The king automatically omitted other words in his mind, leaving only the word "beast", which sounds very impressive.

The old tortoise looked at the king, his wrinkled head was full of helplessness, he said old-fashionedly, "Why do you have that expression, you are not a real descendant of a divine beast, at most you are a mixed blood."

According to the old tortoise, in ancient times, there were four great mythical beasts, Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu. Dragons have nine sons and nine sons do not become dragons, each has its own preferences. Baihu and Qinglong have a good relationship, but they are not like him. He fell in love with an ordinary tigress in the world, and obeyed her. The son is like a blue dragon, showing mercy everywhere in the world. After hundreds of years, his children can be said to be all over the world.

"You mean, I have many brothers and sisters? Then why haven't I seen them?"

The old tortoise didn't dare to say, maybe they were all dead.

Even the descendants of the gods and beasts are subject to birth, old age, sickness and death. If they can live for 20 years, it is considered a long lifespan. Cultivating to become a demon, it all depends on the opportunity.

"Hmm... You see that the green-eyed tiger is probably a family member with you. By the way, I heard from Master Kong Jian that the former emperor's general tiger is the son of the white tiger, your own father."

What the hell is this.

The king prides himself on being extremely smart, but it took him a long time to figure out who he is.