there is a king in the palace

The king's heart is broken.

He didn't know what was going on, so he turned into a human being, and almost froze to death in the ice and snow.

How to do how to do.

The king huddled in the empty quilt, his mind went blank, just now, he was lying naked outside, the tiger shirt and tiger shoes were all torn apart, only the tiger badge was hanging around his neck, wanting to change Back to the form of a tiger, but he found that he didn't know how to change at all.

Not only that, but his tail is tied to the tailbone.

Half man, half beast, what the hell is going on.

The king crossed his legs, gathered the quilt on his body, and kept muttering, "Change!" "Tiger!" "Transform!" "Become a tiger!"

Useless……

This is over.

The king fell head first, lay down on the bed, and completely gave up struggling.

Kong Jing, Kong Jing, where did you buy the roast duck, come back quickly, or Zhang Su will definitely come back to look for him when he is having lunch at noon, seeing him like this...

The more the king thinks about it, the more he feels that Hu Sheng... No, life is gloomy.

Fortunately, Kong Jing returned to Baoquan Temple before noon.

Holding two roast ducks in his arms, he pushed open the door nervously, only to see that the living beings in the courtyard had withered and turned yellow, lying there limply, lifeless.

Kong Jing felt light all over, half of which was relief, and the other half was confusion about his future.

Hey?

"Beastmaster? Beastmaster?"

"I'm here! In the house!"

Hearing the king's shout, Kong Jing walked slowly to the door of his room, just opened it, and then closed it with a bang.

The opening method must be wrong, try again.

Kong Jing took a deep breath and opened the door again.

Sitting on the bed in the room was a young man who was estimated to be fifteen or sixteen years old. He had short black and brown hair and drooped in front of his forehead in pieces. His fair and delicate round face made people want to pinch him. The corners of the eyes are slightly upturned, the eyelashes are long and thick, like two fans hanging low, and under these eyelashes, there are a pair of round and clear dark green pupils. The young man pouted his mouth slightly, looking very sad, He was very endearing, and he called out in a clear and clear voice, "Old Kongjing, come quickly and see what's going on."

"Beast, beast king?" Kong Jing's voice was trembling.

The king was speechless, he was a monster himself, why did he look so surprised.

"Have you become a human?" Kong Jing asked, but he thought in his heart, the power of this sympathetic divine grass is really powerful, and only the blood of a divine beast like the King can accept it completely. If it were him, he would have exploded and died a long time ago.

The king sighed, pulled his tail out of the quilt, and swung it around twice, "Which one has a tail?"

"It's inevitable when you just become a human. You can feel if there is a hot mass three inches below your belly button."

The king stretched out his hand to touch his penis, and looked at Kong Jing with his watery eyes, "Yes."

"Amitabha." Lao Kongjing pulled his wrist and moved it up a little, "here."

The king felt it carefully, "Hey, there really is."

"You draw this hot air slowly...to your eyes and tail."

The king tried it according to what he said, and the tail disappeared, and the color of the eyes became dark, but if you stare at it for a while, you will find that it is just a richer dark green.

"It's gone...wow." The king felt miraculous, he raised his head and asked Kong Jing again, "Then how can I change back?"

Seeing that he was no different from a human being, Kong Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and said casually, "Just take that heat back."

On the contrary, the king is not in a hurry to become a tiger, "Is there a mirror? I want to see what I look like."

"Wait, I'll get it for you."

Kong Jing brought a bronze mirror and handed it to the king, taking advantage of the time when the king was looking at his face, he took out the roast duck by himself, sat on the side and ate it.

The king lay on the bed, looking at himself in the mirror, shaking his head for a while, and sighing for a while, as if he was very dissatisfied with his appearance, "Old Kongjing, why is my hair like this?"

Kong Jing patted his bare head, "Be content, I don't have one yet."

Turtle's head is hairless, and he is also destined to be a monk.

It turned out to be like this.

The king who has a human face can suddenly feel the beauty and ugliness of people, just like when people look at cats and dogs with the same fur color, they feel that they are all the same and cannot tell much difference. The king also sees people in the same way, familiar Fortunately, the prisoners in Tiger Pavilion wore the same clothes, and he couldn't tell who was who.

It's different now, he knows what kind of face is good-looking, and what kind of face is ugly.

In my impression, the most beautiful one should be Zhao Xianao.

The king tilted his head, looked at himself in the mirror, compared with Zhao Xianao, a little frustrated, "Forget it."

Or change back.

The king wanted to take back the qi, but he found that the qi was scattered all over his body, and he couldn't condense them together anyway, and the tiger's ears were exposed inadvertently.

The king became anxious, turned around and asked Kong Jing, "Why can't I change back?!"

Kong Jing bit the duck leg in his mouth, and answered him vaguely, "Take it easy, it took me two months to get used to it, but you're pretty fast now."

But it was almost noon!

and many more.

"Why did you eat all the roast ducks! Don't you have one for each of you?!"

Kong Jing took out the duck leg from his mouth, and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, "Forget...or, this is for you..."

"..."

At noon, the king still hadn't changed back into the tiger's form. He had no choice but to change into a gray robe worn by a floor-sweeping monk that Kong Jing found for him, put on a Zen towel, and pretended to be a monk to avoid lunch and talk.

As soon as he changed his clothes, Zhang Su knocked on the door.

"Master Kongjing, Amitabha, is the beast king here? It's time for lunch."

"Amitabha, the poor monk has never seen him, the beast king must have gone somewhere to play, the benefactor might as well look around."

Hearing that the king was not here, Zhang Su's expression changed. He looked into the courtyard, but saw a young monk sitting there, staring at him, "Please trouble Master..."

Zhang Su turned to look for it, his steps were eager.

After he left, the king breathed a sigh of relief, his stomach became more and more hungry, and the three bowls of rice he ate in the morning hadn't eaten yet, so the king couldn't help being annoyed, "What's going on!"

Kong Jing still had that unhurried look, "Didn't you say that the emperor knows that you can talk and that you are a demon? Why are you worried about being like this?"

"You don't understand." The king only said these three words, but there were a lot of thoughts in his mind.

How could this old turtle understand? Zhao Xianao said last night that if he becomes a human, he must never appear in front of him. He will never forget the disgust on his face. If Zhao Xianao sees this look , his tiger pavilion, his sauced pork knuckle, his fish porridge, his one person is under ten thousand, then all of them are gone.

The king is still greedy for glory and wealth in his bones, and he is reluctant to let go of these things.

Sure enough, you can't be too greedy, thinking about sitting on the ground and becoming a fairy with boundless mana, but in the end, you have nothing but becoming a human, and even what you originally had will be lost.

The more the king thought about it, the more depressed he became, his round face was wrinkled like a bun, and he looked like a pitiful little boy.

On the other side, Zhang Su and several monks searched around the Qingqiu Temple but found no trace of the king, so they had no choice but to report to the emperor.

Zhao Xianao was impatiently waiting for the king to come back for dinner, and when he heard that the king was missing, all his impatience turned into worry and anxiety, "Have you looked for everything?"

"Back to the emperor, I searched all over Qingqiu Temple, and the monks at the gate of the temple also asked about it, but I didn't see the beast king coming down the mountain. Apart from this, there is no other exit from Qingqiu Temple." At this time, Xue also completely I can't find any clues at all.

Zhao Xianao frowned tightly, "Have you checked the kitchen?"

"I've been there, and the monks said they hadn't seen the Beast King. The servant went to Baoquan to look for it again. There was no trace of the Beast King inside or outside." Speaking of this, Zhang Su's heart sank.

Where can such a powerful tiger go? If it is really lost, his life is not enough to pay for it.

It's okay, it's okay, he is the one who is in charge of looking after the Beastmaster, it would be terrible if it was Pan Qi.

Zhao Xianao sat there, and after about half a stick of incense, he finally calmed down, "You don't need to look for it, tell people to keep an eye on the gate of the temple, the beast king probably overslept there, when he is hungry, he will naturally Come back for dinner."

"The slave obeys the order."

For lunch, Zhao Xianao didn't eat a few mouthfuls. Although he felt that the king was reluctant to part with the rich clothes and food in the palace, he would not sneak away, but he was not sure whether eating fast and chanting Buddha for three days would make that stupid tiger starve In order to run down the mountain to find food, what should I do if I encounter some danger.

His fur is so beautiful and smooth, if he is captured and skinned...

Zhao Xianao didn't dare to think about it.

The uneasiness in his heart has made Zhao Xianao lose his original judgment, not to mention how fierce the king's claws are, but even his cowardly, bullying figure will not be skinned.

Until the sky darkened, the king didn't show up, Zhao Xianao's anxiety and uneasiness could not be concealed, since the king had never been away from him for so long since he was named the beast king.

Even Zhao Xianyong, who always hated the king, couldn't help asking, "Where did the tiger go, Brother Huang? Why hasn't I seen it for a day?"

Zhao Xianao didn't have the heart to pay attention to him, he paced back and forth at the gate of the courtyard, and finally couldn't help it, "Li Qiushi, pass on my order! All the monks and the eunuchs and guards brought by the palace are not allowed in any corner of the Qingqiu Temple to look for the beast king. Let it go! If you can’t find it in the temple, let me go down the mountain and look for it, and look for it from house to house!”

"Slave, let's go..."

At this time, the king was about to faint from hunger.

"Old Kongjing! Old turtle! Get me something to eat!"

Sitting there helplessly, Kong Jing said, "Didn't I bring you two steamed buns at night?"

"Then what's the use of it! If you stuff my king's teeth, the king won't be able to!"

"What can I do? I am an old monk who is nothing. I have a fixed amount of food every day. I saved the two steamed buns I brought back from between my teeth."

Your Majesty really misses Zhao Xianao so much, he has never felt such a strong feeling of missing him for a moment.

Change back quickly!Change back!

Hunger stimulated the king's potential, and he suddenly withdrew all the spiritual energy in his body to maintain the human form. With a bang, the soft boy fell off the stool and turned into a chubby tiger.

In the blink of an eye, the little chubby tiger rushed out, "It's time to eat!"