there is a king in the palace

The sky darkened quickly in winter, and the king was so good at eating sick, the sun disappeared quietly. In the temple where there was no fun, it was dark and it was time to go to sleep.

But Zhao Xianao's room was lit with a few candles.

Just now, Zhao Xianao flipped through Legend of the Beast for a while and suddenly asked, "Where did this book come from?"

"Given to me by a monk..." The king tore off the black rope that bound the shoes with his mouth, and broke free, revealing his clean and white paws, and patted Zhao Xianao's shoulder, "Your Majesty, can you read it to me? I want to read it, but I can't read."

After leaving Hutou Mountain, the king knows the importance of culture to people. If given the opportunity, he plans to learn to read and write.

It's not that the king is conceited, he is very smart, as long as he studies hard, nothing will trouble him.

"I'll read it to you? These? All?"

The book is quite thick, but the king is not interested in how Qinglong becomes a pig and a cow, "Read the white tiger chapter, okay?"

Zhao Xianao took the book and turned to Baihu's article, already planning to read it to him, but he still asked, "Why?"

The king took advantage of this to show off his awesome life experience, "The white tiger beast, that is my grandfather."

Zhao Xianao was stunned.

White tiger, the four ancient mythical beasts, do they really exist?

Zhao Xian believed it. Ever since the king spoke, he couldn't help but not believe anything weird and weird, "Yuan Huan is so powerful."

For some reason, the king felt a little shy when he heard him say that, "Actually, it's okay..."

"Then I'll read it to you, let's go, go over there."

Zhao Xianao spread an extra quilt on the kang, then took off his outer robe, lay down inside, leaned on the square pillow, patted the place beside him, "Come here, lie down."

"Good~"

The king likes to listen to stories, no matter what kind of story is told by a person or a bird, or a storyteller in a theater restaurant, he can listen to it very fascinated, imagining the scene shown in each word, as if he was in the Its environment is general.

But today, this kind of imagination is a little abnormal.

When Zhao Xianao was reading, his words were straight and round, without any emotional ups and downs. His voice was very soft, a little hoarse, like a deep string, which turned into a burst of electricity in the ears of the king, and he felt numb all over. It was numb, I didn't listen to the story carefully, but my eyelids became heavier.

No wonder the old turtle said he listened to this every night before going to bed.

Zhao Xianao tilted his head and sized up the king. Seeing that his eyes were confused, he was a little upset that he read to him so carefully, but he looked like he was about to fall asleep, "Okay, go back to sleep."

The king is about to fall asleep, the room is warm, the quilt is soft, and Zhao Xianao is telling bedtime stories, he is reluctant to leave, "Can I sleep here, please~"

Zhao Xianao shook his head, "It's too crowded, this kang can sleep two people at most."

The king didn't want to leave, he opened his eyes wide and said, "I still want to listen, just for a while."

Little Fat Tiger, he must die here.

"Okay, then I will continue." Zhao Xianao said, his thin lips parted lightly, "The divine beast Baihu has a violent temper, and he doesn't understand Qinglong's actions, and often argues with him, and the gentle Suzaku will be at this time Jump out to be a peacemaker, so as not to disturb the peace of the four parties because of their disputes..."

The king finally listened carefully this time, read it carefully, and found a very important problem, that is, there are only about a hundred words on the first page of this book, but Zhao Xianao always read it for a long time, and he was puzzled. I asked Zhao Xianao.

Zhao Xian'ao pinched the book with one hand and pinched his face with the other, "If I read it according to the above, how can you understand it?"

The king understood what he meant, and a warm current surged in his heart. He wanted to thank Zhao Xianao, but he was too embarrassed to say so, so he rubbed his head against his arm.

Disliked, "Don't touch me if you haven't showered."

If you don't touch it, don't touch it!Dog Emperor!

The corners of Zhao Xian'ao's mouth curled up into an imperceptible arc, his handsome face became softer, and he continued to tell him a story, "One day, a white tiger came to the world in human form, and he saw a butcher who was about to kill him with a mountain axe. His own wife and children, because of his wife, Baihu always took pity on mother and child, so he stepped forward to dissuade him, but the butcher said, wife, wife..."

Zhao Xianao's face turned cold all of a sudden, and he looked more and more like Duan Wang.

The king didn't realize what was going on, and urged Zhao Xianao to continue reading.

"Shut up!" Zhao Xianao shouted in a low voice, throwing the book aside.

Angry?Why?

The king was puzzled, but Zhao Xianao's downtrodden appearance made him afraid. He thought for a while, and changed the subject, "Baihu can become a human, so I should be able to do it too."

He knew that Zhao Xianao would answer his words, and Zhao Xianao really gave face, "You become a human, do you know how a human can eat a pig for a meal, and lie there and sleep for a whole day? , I’m telling you, if you really become a human one day, it’s best not to let me see you.”

Zhao Xianao can pamper a 200-pound chubby tiger so much, but if he is a [-]-pound big man, it's not that Zhao Xian'ao is ruthless, but he really can't tolerate a [-]-pound man lying beside him .

Rubbing his head against his arm?

Someone dragged it out for me and cut it off.

In the morning of the third day, the king had another meal of rice and green vegetables. Thinking that he would be able to leave here by this time tomorrow, he forced himself to eat three dinners.

Zhang Suxin felt sorry for the Beastmaster, and these three bowls of rice were not enough for the Beastmaster's teeth if he wanted to be in the palace.

After dinner, the king went to Baoquan Temple to look for Kong Jing to play again. When he went, Kong Jing was sweeping snow in the courtyard, with a sad face.

"what happened to you?"

"I want to eat meat... I finally had a chance to eat meat yesterday, it's all your fault."

The old turtle is also a carnivore, staying in Qingqiu Temple is like being tortured.

"I also want to eat meat, but it's okay, I can go back to the palace tomorrow, and my cook will definitely prepare pork knuckle in sauce, roasted whole chicken, and fish porridge!" The king said, drooling up.

The air next to it has flowed out.

He wiped his chin, leaned over and asked, "Why is your food so good?"

"Of course, you can eat whatever you want." There was a hint of showing off in the king's words.

His fate is good, if he meets Master Kongjian at that time, he will surely have to live a life of grazing every day.

Luckily.

The king spoke out to Kong Jing what was in his heart, and his tone was full of complacency and congratulations.

Kong Jing's expression changed several times, and then he threw the broom, and his eyes fell on the tender green sympathetic grass.

In fact, he admitted that what the king said yesterday made sense. If this broken grass is not brought to life, it will not be taken away. What's the use of guarding it? If it weren't for Master Kongjian asking him to guard the divine grass, he would have patted his ass and left. up.

Master Kong Jian, he should not be here now...

He really, really doesn't want to be here anymore.

Kong Jing rolled his eyes, and said to the king with a smile, "Tell me, isn't it fate that we met once?"

The king thought for a while, "Yes."

"Then our relationship is extraordinary."

"probably."

"Then can I trust you?"

"Should, yes."

The king felt guilty when he said a word, but he had to insist on saying it, and he was still counting on the old turtle to tell him more stories.

"Okay, since that's the case, I'll trouble you to take care of the Divine Compassion Grass for me. As for me, I'll go down the mountain and buy two roast ducks."

Just as the king was about to nod his head in agreement, the old tortoise began to scold him, "You are a kind-hearted, treacherous villain. You tried your best to deceive my trust. In fact, it was the idea of ​​pity for the god grass. You took advantage of me to go down the mountain. In a short time, he ate the Divine Compassion Grass in one bite."

The king looked at him in a daze, "Are you telling a story?"

"What do you think?" Kong Jing's old man's face smiled like a villain.

The king seems to have just realized it, "Hypocrisy, Master Kongjian must regret saving you if he knows you are so hypocritical."

"I have guarded this divine grass for ten years, and I have tried my best. I have lived for so long, and I have been trapped and bound. I also want to be free..." The old turtle looked a little pitiful.

The king really felt that he was very pitiful, because seeing what the master said, because of a broken weed, the meat-eating monster stayed in the temple for ten years, and it was hard to think about it.

"Then, then you go buy roast duck."

Kong Jing laughed, "I'm going, I'll be back soon."

He stepped over the broom and walked towards the door. Before going out, he turned his head and glanced at the Divine Grass of Mercy Life, and strode away.

Sooner or later, there will be such a day, the king's showing off is just the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

As soon as he left, the king rushed to Min Sheng's side.

Don't look at the squeaks he promised just now, it's actually hypocrisy.

This is the divine grass of mercy that was born in the national temple!If he really ate it, he might become a fairy immediately with boundless mana!

At that time, the emperor will be able to do it, and the wish to raise Zhao Xianao like a dog in the Buddha Hall will be easily realized.

Master Kongjian and the old turtle seem to be fools, hehehe.

The king's empty gloves and the white wolf picked up a big bargain, and he was really flattered, even so, he was not stupid enough to swallow his life in one gulp.

He stretched out his paws, and carefully touched the leaves of the Divine Mercy Grass, just like the bodhi tree. The huge and rich spiritual energy in the Divine Mercy Grass rushed towards his body frantically. It hurts, it hurts terribly, as if someone is forcing meat into his mouth when he can't eat anymore.

Dawang felt like he was about to explode.

But he couldn't move, his claws seemed to be glued to the blade of grass.

You can't just die like this!

The king still doesn't want to die, he still has a lot of food that he hasn't tasted, he hasn't listened to the dog emperor to finish reading the biography of beasts, he is still young, he hasn't lived enough!

The king fainted from the pain, but the strong desire to live gradually suppressed this surge of spiritual energy. The blood of the beast was activated, and the spiritual energy slid into his body like a long stream of water, blending with the blood, and slowly developing... …

After an unknown amount of time, the king woke up Yoyo, his whole body was unbearably cold, his limbs felt stiff, and his hands and feet felt numb.

Wait, hands and feet?

The king looked at the hand that was red from the cold stupidly.

This is his hand!