marry a monk

After Mohanad took Antai and Siqin Desheng to say goodbye at the ten-mile long pavilion in Yudu Shrine, they walked west along the road.The two stopped and walked, avoiding the searches of Drifting Monks in the Holy Palace in the Snowy Region, eating when they were hungry, resting when tired, and sleeping when tired.Sightseeing the beautiful scenery of the four seasons, eating vegetarian food everywhere, listening to the chatter of the people, and living a carefree life.

One day, the two arrived in a small town. Seeing the sun getting darker, An Tai suggested finding an inn to rest. After walking for a day, they were thirsty and tired, and couldn't take it anymore.

"Home away from home." The Holy King looked at the signboard of an inn on the street and said: "This is the one, rest here for one night."

An Tai was overjoyed, and Mo Wang was really good at it. After walking for half a month, he didn't complain of being tired or complaining of foot pain. He was completely fine. Wouldn't his feet get blisters?An Tai murmured, looking at his delicate skin and tender flesh, it turns out that he has profound morals.

The two filled their stomachs at the inn and then went to sleep.Although he escaped from the Snowy Sacred Palace, he is a monk after all. The morning classes, evening classes and burning meditation are compulsory for more than ten years. This will not change no matter where he goes.

After getting on the bed, the Holy King habitually sat in lotus position.The flexibility of the base of his legs is very good, and he can easily double-cross with a slight lift of his feet.

Clouds, dreams, heart marks, burning sounds, bright moon.Sit quietly, contemplate, observe yourself, observe your heart, and observe everything in the world.

Silently expel the toxins from his body, the medicine Yulang forced him to take last time has entered the heart and spleen, and if it continues to accumulate, it will have a greater impact on the body.

Gradually from the realm to the heart, from the heart to the love, as the love deepens over the moon, a spiral light cluster faintly swayed from the present, the light cluster became brighter and brighter, and the scenery in front of me became more and more clear, like a powerful and unconstrained style, like a holy king. The eyes that are only hidden in the sky are like a time shuttle scanning the past and future of each time and space.

"Brother Changsheng, Pingting is not talking nonsense, Pingting is serious. Brother Changsheng, have you talked to Uncle Huang about our marriage?" Siqin Pingting lowered her head with a shy face: "As long as our Now that the marriage is settled, it's justifiable for Pingting to help you make adjustments."

"What marriage?" Siqin Desheng was surprised.

"Brother Changsheng, how can you forget?" Siqin Pingting didn't care about being shy, and said hurriedly and in a low voice: "When we were playing when we were young, your mother said that when we grow up, Pingting will be betrothed to elder brother Changsheng."

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As if his soul had come out of his body, the Holy King shuddered cleverly, sat in lotus position, closed his eyes and fell into meditation, and in the blink of an eye, there were thousands of mountains and rivers.Out of concentration silently, time flies, the sun is already in the sky.

"How did you see this?" The Holy King was a little surprised, and then smiled again: "It seems that a good thing is coming soon for the Prince of Changsheng."

Another glance at An Tai who was sleeping like a pig next to him, patting his butt for fear of waking him up: "An Tai, the sun is drying my butt, get up quickly, I'm so hungry."

"Holy King, haven't you eaten just now and are you hungry?" An Tai fell into a hazy sleep.

He didn't know that his sleep was just one night for the Holy King. This night, the Holy King could travel thousands of mountains and rivers, and travel through thousands of years.

"We have heard a lot of things during our travels in the past few days. Most of them are about the ineffective medicinal pills in the Xueyu Sacred Palace. The last time the exposure was not strong enough, and the scope of influence was not wide enough."

The Holy King looked at the bright sun outside the lattice window, moved his hands and feet slightly, and stretched his legs out of the bed: "It seems that we have to find an opportunity to announce it again, so that more people can know the truth."

"King Mo..." An Tai woke up suddenly, as if frightened by the words of the Holy King, he sat up abruptly.

"Isn't the last exposure not enough? Now we are all homeless and wandering around, like rats crossing the street every day. Do you want to expose it?" He stared blankly at Shengwang.

"Antai, it is inhumane to deceive the people by deceit, and Buddhist disciples are even more shameless. These devout believers are seeking the holy water of the elixir in the name of the holy king. Now they are kept in the dark, taking the elixir that has no curative effect, and finally It is harming others and oneself.”

"But King Mo, those ineffective elixirs are not your fault, not to mention that believers believe in elixirs that have been passed down for thousands of years and cannot be changed overnight or by one person alone."

"Believe me, there is always a chance." The Holy King stood up and moved his bones: "Now we are looking for a temple, a temple with a large scale and many believers."

"Looking for a temple?" An Tai didn't understand the meaning of his words, and looked confused.

The holy king didn't explain to him, and went downstairs, the two ate a bowl of noodles, and continued to wander around.

On this day, the two of them walked to a mountain forest. The mountain was not high, with lush green leaves, blooming flowers, and birds singing in the wind.Spring is here, the snow has melted, and there is greenery in front of you.

"Antai, look at how cheerfully the birds on the tree are singing, but it's a pity that there is no one to accompany them, otherwise it would be a beautiful sound of nature."

The holy king had a sunny face, looking at the birds jumping happily on the tall trees.

"Mo Wang, you are the best accompanist. Don't you have a Xun? A song by Mo Wang is better than the sound of nature. When Mo Wang blows it, the gods will be drunk." An Tai also teased him.

"That's right." The Holy King came to his senses as if he had been enlightened: "Let's play a song called Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix." He took out the small black, oval-shaped Xun from his bosom, found a stable stone and sat on it. Come down, lift your breath lightly, and the Xun sound is melodious.

The birds on the tree seemed to be spiritual. The Holy King blew a section, and they were all joyful. The Holy King blew another section, and their calls continued one after another, as if thousands of people responded.

The natural sound of nature and the simple and simple Xun sound stunned An Tai on the side.He had listened to the sage king blowing the xun since he was a child, but it was the first time in his life that he heard the harmony and smooth sound of the ensemble of humans and birds like today.

The birds seemed to have found a bosom friend, and they flew to the Holy King one after another, flying around him, singing and singing with the Holy King in an interesting and affectionate way.

Another melodious and simple sound of the piano came from a distance, the sound was long, steady and slow, and it stood out from the crowd in this empty mountain and valley.

The Holy King stopped playing the Xun, and his ears were sensitively searching for the direction where the sound came from.I feel that the sound of the piano is getting closer, accompanied by the sound of horseshoes...

Before the Holy King could react, a man in a white robe and light clothes and a golden crown on his head approached from far away on a white horse. On the horse was an antique Guqin. He played the piano with one hand, and reined in the horse rope with the other, as if a god came and stopped in front of him.

"Prince Changsheng..." An Tai exclaimed.

"Why is it that he is the most handsome every time we meet, and it is also the time when I am the most down-and-out." The Holy King put away the black little xun talking to himself.

Yes, it was Siqin Desheng in front of him.

When spring is warm and flowers are blooming, Siqin Pingting pesters him to go hunting several times but fails to agree. If Siqin Pingting refuses again, she will play petty temper again, so she takes Hua Qianyi, Si Qin'an and a small group of soldiers out of the city to hunt.

Before it even started, I heard the sound of Xun coming from a distance. Needless to say, I immediately guessed that the Holy King was nearby, so she told Hua Qianyi to keep an eye on Siqin Pingting, and she brought Siqin An Pegasus over.

Assuming that there was a certain distance, and fearing that the holy king would have left or stopped blowing the xun when he arrived, it would be difficult to find, so he asked Si Qin'an to take out the qin and play it with the sound of the qin.

"My lord, are you here? Where's Si Qin'an?" An Tai asked happily.

Siqin Desheng glanced at Antai, then looked behind him, meaning that Siqin'an was still on his way.

"Thank you, my lord." An Tai immediately understood that it was a rush to the path behind the lord.

"Haha, why are you here?" Seeing him staring at him, the Holy King asked with a smile: "You can also play the qin. It's the first time I've seen you play the zither. It's better than my little xun."

"I came out to hunt, heard the sound of the xun and guessed it was you, so I found you. How about we play a song together?" Siqin Desheng jumped off the white horse and walked towards him.

"Ensemble?" The Holy King asked back, how did the two play together before?The ensemble must be played as one at the beginning.

"Right now?" asked the Holy King.

"Can't you?" Wang Ye asked, rarely taking the initiative.

"Hmm...Okay, let's try it." The Holy King smiled.

"Just play the song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix." Siqin Desheng threw the ground with a loud voice, and couldn't help but say.

Walking to the stone where the Holy King was sitting, he sat cross-legged, stroked it lightly, and the piano sounded again, up and down, deep and deep, tactful yet passionate.Accompanied by the Xun sound of the Holy King, the natural sounds of various birds reverberate the trees and linger in the jungle.

One qin and one xun have never been played together or played, but it makes people happy and relaxed, and it makes An Tai and Si Qin'an in the distance fascinated.

The holy king and Siqin Desheng are bathed in the spring light, their faces are quiet and elegant, their eyes are looking at the valley in the distance, there are birds flying in front of them and behind them, accompanied by butterflies up and down.The petals falling in the air are like a dream, like a fairyland.

"This song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world. The high place in the Li Palace enters the blue clouds, and the fairy music is heard everywhere. The slow singing and dancing, the king can't see it all day long," An Tai admired sincerely.

"Go ahead, the two in front of you are the kings. Look how harmonious they are playing. You, at most, can be regarded as a lazy king." Si Qin'an laughed at him.

"Qin Se and Ming?" An Tai looked at Si Qin'an seriously: "This word is not used correctly, they are men, it should be said that they sing together or a couple sing together..."

An Tai couldn't continue, because he found that what he said was also incomplete.

"In my opinion, you should be the stupid one. Your brain is out of order." Si Qin'an chuckled on the sidelines.

"Are you looking for a fight?" An Tai stared at him solemnly.

The Holy King looked into the distance while blowing, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of An Tailiang who was fighting behind him, and then glanced at the concentrating and cold prince, with a smile on his face: "Unexpectedly, the prince of Changsheng is also a master of rhythm."

At the end of the song, the Holy King received Xun and stood up with a smile, glanced at the prince's white horse, and walked over: "This is a good horse, what's its name? Look at its strong and powerful hooves, it can chase the wind and chase the sun, and travel thousands of miles a day." .” He patted the horse’s back and praised.

"It's called Chasing the Wind." Siqin Desheng put away the piano and walked to him, his deep voice echoing in his ears.

"That's right, it is indeed a BMW that travels thousands of miles a day, why don't you try it?" He motioned for the Holy King to go up with his eyes.

"Oh, okay, I'll try it myself." Thinking back to the day when the two of them were crowded on the same horse, if they didn't insist on coming on their own, would the prince come up again?

The prince remained silent, and stepped back a few steps to make room for him to mount the horse.

Who would have thought that the horse had a spirit and human nature, and when it smelled the scent of an owner he was not familiar with, it let out a long hiss, raised its hooves against the inner resistance, and galloped wildly.

He had just got on the saddle and hadn't sat down yet, so he was dragged away abruptly.

"King Sheng..." The voice of the Holy King came from afar.

Siqin Desheng, Antai and the others turned pale with fright, and hurried to catch up.

Siqin Desheng let out a long whistle. Normally, the horse is psychic and will stop when he hears the whistle, but this time the horse seems to be crazy, uncontrollable, like a fire on the nose, and the dust breaks the martingale, and it flies away. .

When the plan failed, the prince waved his hand, and the sword was unsheathed, and he jumped on the sword body to guard the sword and rushed away.

"What should I do?" An Tai anxiously swayed Si Qin'an's arm: "How could that horse behave like this? My King Mo is in danger."

"Don't worry, the lord has a solution." Si Qin'an comforted him: "The lord's sun chasing sword is out of its sheath, and he will definitely catch up. The holy king is fine."

"Sun Chasing Sword?" An Tai asked inexplicably, "Is it very powerful?"

"That's right, what Chasing the Wind and Chasing the Sun is about my prince's BMW and sword. The BMW is Chasing the Wind, and the sword is Chasing the Sun. Chasing the Wind can travel thousands of miles every day, but Chasing the Sun can travel thousands of miles."

Si Qin'an looked at Si Qin Desheng's getting farther and farther away, turned around and walked back: "Let's go, let's go find General Hua and Princess Pingting?" Si Qin'an greeted An Tai.

"Princess Pingting?" An Tai looked puzzled again.

"Princess Pingting is my lord's younger sister. This time, it was the lord who accompanied my sister to hunt and met you." Si Qin'an explained.

"If the princess hadn't made a scene several times, my prince wouldn't have come out. Fortunately, otherwise I don't know when I'll see you." Si Qin'an's mouth was so sweet, and An Tai's heart warmed when he heard it.

The holy king was half-loaded and half-dragged by the white horse, and the shadows of the princes and others were getting farther and farther away. They could not wait for their help, so they had to save themselves.

Calm down, the Fenyin Buddhist scriptures that I usually learn flashed through my mind, humming the Qingxin song gently, the tune determines the strength of the heart-cleaning along with the depth of the chanting, that is to say, the deeper the internal force, the better the effect of purifying the heart .The horse seemed to be insane, and his mind was completely lost.

The sound of the Holy King's Fenyin Qingxin Song became louder the more he hummed it. It floated from the empty sky and slowly spread to the entire valley. The entire sky was filled with the sound of his Fenyin, thick, passionate and far-reaching.

The horse galloped wildly all the way, galloping like the wind, I don't know if it was the effect of Fen Yin or he was tired, so he slowly slowed down.Looking at the clearly discernible forest path in front of him, the Holy King secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and carefully climbed onto the horse's back while the BMW was not going crazy.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his face changed again. With sharp eyes, he had already glimpsed an abyss not far behind him. At this moment, he was riding upside down on the horseback, and he had not had time to turn around.

If the horse does not stop, it may rush into the abyss. At that time, all the horses and gears will be destroyed, and there will be no dead bodies.And he didn't dare to make any big moves, for fear that the horse would go crazy and he wouldn't know what to do.

Thinking about the next operation, he heard a long howl in the distance, and a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes. Siqin Desheng seemed to have fallen from the sky, sitting firmly on the horse's back, and quickly pulled the rope on his horse. in my arms.

When he raised his head suddenly, he saw a pair of calm and composed eyes.Because he was sitting upside down on the back of a horse, his face was about to be pressed against his face, the prince's long hair was blown straight up against his cheeks, itching him so much that he couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement, widen his eyes and open his mouth to form an o...

I don't know if King Sheng saw the abyss in front of him, but before he had time to think about it, King Sheng yelled loudly: "Go, it's dangerous."

As soon as he finished shouting, he felt his clothes tightening, Siqin Desheng grabbed his collar with both hands, jumped on the sword, and abandoned his horse.Chasing the wind BMW couldn't stop its legs, and rushed towards the abyss...

The holy king couldn't bear to see the tragic situation of BMW falling into the abyss, so he couldn't help closing his eyes.

"It's okay, it will come back." Siqin Desheng whispered in his ear whether it was comforting or telling the truth.

Only then did the Holy King open his eyes. It didn't matter that he opened his eyes, but he was scared out of his wits.

I saw the abyss under my feet, the whistling wind in my ears, and white clouds in front of my eyes.This is not flying in the sky, where is it?

Although the holy king has deep inner strength, he has never left the ground. Now the prince is flying with his sword at a height of [-] meters, and the thousands of rivers and mountains under his feet flashed before his eyes.

Hugging the prince tightly, without any support at high altitude, even ordinary people would be afraid.The prince's mouth curled into an arc that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he didn't push it away, letting him hold it.

"What kind of sword are you? It's more terrifying than that white horse. It's too fast, it's terrifying." The Holy King closed his eyes, listening to the wind in his ears.

"Sunchaser Sword." The whistling wind covered the prince's deep voice, and the saint king put his ear to his chest to vaguely hear his words.

Seeing this scene, Siqin Desheng couldn't help raising his arms to protect him in his arms, but he hesitated for a while before putting them down.

"Come down, come down quickly, the heights are so cold that your heart is about to jump out." The Holy King was really frightened and urged the prince.

"Okay." The prince slowed down the speed of the sword according to his words, gently pressed the cloud and slowly landed and asked, "Afraid of heights?"

"Ah..." Mohanad smiled awkwardly, "It's a little bit."

"..." Si Qin Desheng remained silent.

"The horse will really come back?" Sheng Wang let go of Sheng Wang, with an awkward smile on his face.There seemed to be some reluctance to part with the BMW in my heart.Although it scared him, he still worried about it.

"Perhaps." Siqin Desheng said lightly.