marry a monk

"What are you playing? So happy?" Siqin Desheng's voice came from behind.

"My lord..." Hua Qianyi and Si Qin'an shouted.

"King Mo..." An Tai happily went up to him.

Everyone shouted their own master.

"Brother Changsheng..." Siqin Pingting threw herself into Siqin Desheng's arms without hesitation.

"You're finally back. It was dangerous just now, there were wolves, but fortunately, General Hua was strong and drove him away." Hearing what Si Qin Pingting said, Hua Qianyi and Si Qin'an both sniggered.

Faced with such a big hug, Siqin Desheng glanced at the Holy King in embarrassment. He didn't pay much attention to himself, but sat next to Antai and kept talking to him.

Pushing Siqin Pingting away, she said coldly, "Don't mess around." Ever since he was a child, he didn't know how many times he was hugged by Siqin Pingting like this, but this time in front of him made him so disgusted.

Siqin Pingting was secretly angry at first, but now he not only didn't coax her, but turned colder, she couldn't help feeling disappointed, she pushed Siqin Desheng away fiercely, her little cherry mouth was pouted, and she acted coquettishly with aggrieved expression .

"Brother Changsheng has changed. He doesn't care about Pingting anymore. He has never been like this before. What's wrong with you?"

"..." Siqin Desheng glanced at him and walked towards the Holy King without saying a word.

"Princess, what do you think you want to bake?" Seeing the displeasure on the prince's face, Hua Qianyi held up the rabbit and pheasant that he had brought back earlier, and answered, wanting to help the prince out of trouble.

"What to eat? You just know what to eat, I'm full, so I won't eat." Siqin Pingting's eldest lady finally lost her temper, snatched the pheasant from Hua Qianyi's hand, threw it on the ground, and left angrily.

"This..." Looking at the clucking and fluttering pheasants, Hua Qianyi's hot face was pressed against the cold buttocks, and she looked at the prince helplessly.

Si Qin Desheng gave him a slight wink, Hua Qianyi understood, nodded and chased after him.

Hua Qianyi has a good personality, good temper, patience, and can speak, but whenever Siqin Pingting plays temper and temper to the prince, it will always be Hua Qianyi who cleans up the mess.Although she sometimes tricks her, in the end, the ending is good.

Si Qin'an and An Tai had already set up firewood on one side, on which were roasted rabbits, chickens and other game, bursting with aroma.

"Come on, this is yours." Si Qin'an gave An Tai the roasted game.

"I..." An Tai swallowed, and took a look at the Holy King, not daring to answer.

"Antai, you can eat as much as you want. You know, Buddhism here doesn't prohibit too much meat and vegetables, and there is no rule that monks must not eat meat." The holy king explained.

The Drifting Monks in the Snowy Holy Palace also usually eat meat. They don’t eat meat on the snowy plateau, and their bodies can’t stand the cold. Therefore, there is no clear regulation in the Holy Palace’s Thousand Monks Rules that they must be vegetarians. .It's just that the holy king has been physically strong since he was a child, and he is not unsuitable for the cold of the plateau, so he has always been a vegetarian.

"Then I'll eat it." Antai asked the Holy King for his final opinion.Seeing that Sheng Wang nodded with a smile, he boldly took the chicken leg that Si Qin'an handed over.

"Is it delicious?" Si Qin'an asked while eating.

"Well, it's delicious." An Tai nodded fiercely. Since he was a child, he became a monk with the Holy King and kept the precepts. He has been living under the eyes of the Holy King. He has never deviant, let alone stealing and gluttony.

"I'll take you to eat other delicious food in the future, okay?" Si Qin'an seemed to be coaxing the little girl.

"Okay." An Tai nodded happily.

"Can you stop wandering around? It's dangerous for you." The prince looked at him with a hint of worry in his tone.

"Where can I go if I don't go, I am a monk, I have nowhere to go except to live in the temple and accompany the ancient Buddha with the green lantern." The holy king smiled, his eyes became forbearing.

"..." The prince looked at him quietly, this was the first time in his life that he was worried about others.

Looking at his determined eyes, knowing that there is no way to persuade him, he felt anxious and couldn't help coughing violently.

The Holy King looked puzzled, he was doing well just now, why is he coughing again?The prince has been coughing without warning lately, trying to find his pulse, but he refused.Looking around again, there was a burst of smoke and smoke, maybe the prince couldn't smell it.

"Come on, let's go and sit on the other side." The Holy King helped him to sit in the open space on the other side, inputting internal energy for him, so that the prince's face became slightly gentle.

"Why do you feel that the prince is so tender today?" Si Qin'an said casually while grilling.

"What are these smokes? When I was hiding in the fire room in the mansion and learning to cook arhat dishes, the smoke was bigger and thicker than now and I didn't cough?"

Hearing this, Si Qin Desheng coughed harder as if he had been exposed, and he only managed to hold back a sentence after a while: "Shut up." He yelled at Si Qin'an sharply.

The Holy King looked at them with a confused face, wondering what Arhat dish?

Si Qin'an originally had something to say, but seeing that the prince was angry, he had no choice but to stuff the roasted chicken legs into his mouth, but he did not forget to mutter.

"That's right, there are so many servants who don't need it, but I went to make Arhat dishes by myself, and the result was completely different, it was terrible."

An Tai on the side looked at it, and frowned unconsciously: "King Mo, don't end everything with losing your internal energy. Do you know how much it consumes you?"

The prince immediately withdrew his hand when he heard the words, stopped coughing immediately, and asked nervously, "What consumption?"

"My lord, don't you know that every time the Holy King injects you with internal energy, it is an injury to him?" An Tai replied.

"How do you say that?" The prince knows that inputting internal energy for others will not consume much damage to a person with deep internal energy, as long as he can meditate and adjust his breath, but why would the Holy King be injured?

"Oh, it's all right." The Holy King glanced at An Tai with a smile, as if blaming him for talking nonsense: "It's not a problem, it's not a problem."

"Mo Wang, you are still trying to be brave, look at your palm, last time Yulang..."

"Antai..." Before Antai finished speaking, the Holy King interrupted him, smiled and continued to calmly input his inner strength for the prince: "I just like to make a fuss, and I've said it's okay, why are you shouting?"

Siqin Desheng didn't care, he held his wrist with his backhand and opened his palm, only to see that the palm was white and bloodless, and the palm was faintly black.

"How could this be?" The prince was horrified.

"It's okay. When you find a suitable place to live, you can retreat for half a year." The Holy King withdrew his hand.

"No antidote?" Wang Ye asked.

"The antidote? There was originally, but..."

"If you have something to say, finish it at once, don't ask me a word." The prince's face was rarely impatient.

"..." The Holy King looked at him, not knowing how to answer.

"The antidote is with Master Yulang, but..." An Tai couldn't continue.

The last time the Holy King was trapped in a cage, Siqin Desheng went to the rescue and ended the lives of Yulang and Lin Feng with two moves. Half of the antidote was on Yulang's body. Once he died, the antidote would naturally not be found.

"..." Siqin Desheng's clenched fist showed faint veins, he turned and left without saying a word.

Everyone was not in the mood to continue playing, Si Qin'an told the soldiers to pack up their things, and hurriedly chased after him, An Tai also followed the Holy King carefully, for fear that he would ignore him.

Along the way, the prince asked the holy king if he had any other antidote, and the holy king said no.The elixir of Xueyu Shenggong has always been one pill and one solution, and Yulang is not around, so the antidote is hard to find.

Let the holy king go back to the palace with him, maybe he can find the antidote in the palace.The Holy King said it was impossible and refused to enter the palace with him.

Siqin Desheng saw that the Holy King could not find a suitable place for a while, and it was inconvenient and unsafe to stay in the hotel for a long time. They found a courtyard house in the property under their name and asked them to live in it first.

One day, the Holy King took Antai out, saying that he needed to buy some daily necessities. Many things were not fully equipped in the newly moved courtyard. In addition, the weather gradually became hotter in spring, and he could no longer wear winter monk clothes.

As soon as the two of them left the gate, they saw Siqin Desheng and Siqin'an standing in front of the gate.At this time, they were all dressed in light clothes. Although they looked noble, they were dressed very ordinary, without the high airs of a prince.

"Haha, why don't you go in when you're here?" The Holy King greeted them with a smile.

"..." Si Qin Desheng remained silent, but the corners of his mouth curled into an arc, as if seeing a long-lost sunshine, and he was in a good mood.

Seeing An Tai, Si Qin An happily pulled him aside and whispered quietly, without anyone listening, talking non-stop as if reunited after a long absence.

"Why are you standing at the door?" The Holy King raised his eyebrows and asked softly, "What are you doing?" Seeing the soldiers behind the prince holding a tray covered with a yellow cloth, they didn't know what it was.

The prince glanced at him, and said in a low voice: "Waiting for the wind..." But he didn't say the last sentence, I'm waiting for the wind, and I'm even more waiting for you.

Although it was spring at this time, it was warm and cold, hot and cold, hot and cold, the prince made several sets of monk robes that fit the holy king, and wanted to hand them over to him personally.

"Waiting for the wind?" The Holy King stroked his bald head inexplicably, the prince's recent behavior is a bit unbelievable.

After Siqin Desheng bid farewell to the Holy King at the Ten Mile Changting Pavilion, he always stayed in the kitchen intentionally or unintentionally, saying that he wanted to study some different dishes, and no one would let anyone see them, but the dishes he made were not served by anyone. Dare to eat, the most bitter is Si Qin'an, every time the prince researches a dish, let him try it, until Si Qin'an's stomach churns and secretly complains.

Not only that, the prince is also keen on making all kinds of clothes, including robes and cloaks for himself, and monk's coats for monks, so he sent the newly made monk's clothes to the holy king.

"Here are several sets of monk robes, which are worn in rotation." He signaled the soldiers to present the clothes.

"Haha, thank you for being so polite." Sheng Wang lifted the yellow cloth and took a look, signaling An Tai to take it.

"I just want to go out to buy some things, do you want Sheng Wang to come together?" He asked.

An Tai took the monk's robe from the Fubing and put it back into the house.

"Is it good to live in there?" Wang Ye asked as he walked.

"It's okay, I'm just not used to it, I feel more comfortable living in the temple." Sheng Wang's charming face was bright with sunshine.

"Not used to it?" the prince asked in a low voice, he didn't understand, the conditions and environment of the courtyard house were better than those of the Holy Palace, so why are you not used to it?

"Oh, it's like this." The Holy King explained: "I grew up in the Holy Palace since I was a child, and I have become accustomed to everything in the Holy Palace, including daily life and the usual burning and sitting meditation. It always takes a little time to adapt to the new environment. "

"Well, that's true." The prince nodded in response.

"If you still need something, just ask, the king will send someone to deliver it."

"There's no need to trouble yourself, it's just that you may have to..."

Before the Holy King could finish his words, he saw a variety of small stalls with sharp eyes, and walked over quickly, wow, he likes them all.Sit and look to the right, choose a cup and say: "There are not enough cups, I share one with Antai for drinking water, buy an extra one."

He held up one of the cups and asked, "Wang Sheng, is this pure white color good-looking?"

"...do you like white?" the prince asked.

"Not necessarily, just look at the harmony." The holy king picked out another pair of monk socks: "This pair is good, spring is here, it's time to change to thinner socks, buy a few more pairs, Antai needs it too."

"What do you think of this square scarf?" The holy king waved a square scarf embroidered with patterns in front of the prince.Remembering that one of my own is still with the prince, I couldn't help but smile and said, "Would you like to buy one too..."

"..." Seeing the square scarf, the prince seemed to think of something, and a curved line could not help but appear on his lips.

"Buy two, one for each of us?" The Holy King asked provocatively in his ear.

"..." The prince's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything.

"I want these two. You see, one embroidered with the battle flag of the Chiwu Kingdom represents you, and the other embroidered with the soft wind and thin willows. I want the thin willow, and you want the battle flag, like the wind is like a willow." Surrounding the battle flag, well, the artistic conception is very beautiful."

The holy king was talking to himself, completely ignoring the prince looking at him in shock.

After a while, there was no reaction from the prince. Looking back at him, I saw him staring at himself: "Why?" The holy king waved his hands in front of his eyes: "What are you thinking, so fascinated?"

"You...commonly known as Liu Rufeng?" The prince's tone was eager, his eyes full of expectation and longing.

"Well... I heard from the elder that it is." The Holy King nodded, not understanding why he was so excited.

"..." The prince was silent.

"Ah..." The Holy King seemed to understand something, so he just said that the battle flag is like the wind and the willow?These words are indeed reminiscent, especially for the prince.

"I just like to talk nonsense, is the prince moved?" He challenged, smiling at him with starry eyes.

"Do you still want this battle flag?" The prince avoided his charming gaze, pointed to the square scarf in his hand, and felt his breathing quicken.

The Holy King didn't have time to respond, his face changed, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few fat-headed, round-faced monks from the Holy Palace of the Snowy Palace coming from a distance behind the prince. Their eyes were alert, as if they were searching for something.

"Our elders said that if you can't catch the Holy King, you can just get back the Holy Order." A Drifting Monk said.

"It's a great achievement not to catch the Holy King and get back the Holy Order." Another Drifting Monk said.

"Look carefully, and don't let go of any clues," Yisha said.

If they find out, it will be a bad thing.The holy king hurriedly hid behind the tall body of the prince, watching them with bated breath.

The prince looked back at the drifting monks, and whispered to the holy king, "It's okay, I'm here."

Indeed, the God of War of the Chiwu Kingdom is here, so what are those Drifting Monks?

The holy king closed his eyes, clasped his hands, and muttered to himself: "Don't look at it, don't look at it..."

"Don't worry." The prince's deep voice comforted him again.

The Drifting monks slowed down their pace when they passed by the prince, and looked at this handsome, dignified but ordinary young man in ordinary clothes.

"Have you seen the monks from the two holy palaces?" one of the round-faced drifting monks asked him.

"..." The prince was silent, but the sword in his hand was faintly gripped.

Several Drifting Monks saw that his face was not right, shook their heads and walked away.

Sheng Wang held his breath and remained motionless, for fear that they would find out.It wasn't until the group of Drifting Monks left in front of them that they came out from behind the prince, saying: "It's dangerous, it's dangerous, fortunately..."

"What is the holy decree?" the prince asked.

"The Holy Order is the symbol of the power of the Holy King, just like the jade seal is the symbol of the emperor. A Holy King without the Holy Order is an empty shell and is nothing."

"Have you been carrying it?" the prince asked.

"Ah...you can put it that way." The Holy King groaned.

"You didn't bring it?" the prince asked again.

"It's not that I haven't brought it, but I can't let it go." Seeing Siqin Desheng's puzzled face, the Holy King explained again: "This holy decree has been with me since I was born, and I can't take it off."

Seeing that Siqin Desheng still didn't understand, the Holy King said again: "Holy decrees are not tokens, but a kind of mark, and every holy king is born with this kind of mark."

"Where is your holy order?" the prince asked.

"You have seen it. It is a Buddhist swastika swastika, which means the high-speed running Zhou Xin, on my chest."

"On the chest?"

"Ah."

"So, they won't be able to snatch the holy decree no matter what?" the prince asked again.

"Yeah, unless I die..." The Holy King replied.

Si Qin Desheng was silent, a bit regretful that he hadn't noticed the symbol earlier, he was ill when he moxibustion for himself for the first time, and he was not in the mood to observe at all.

An Tai put away his monk's robe and came up from behind, seeing from a distance that something was wrong, he hid behind Si Qin'an tactfully.He stretched his neck and whispered until he was safe.

"Mo Wang, we are like a cat, hiding from a group of mice wherever we go."

"Hey, there are not many cats like me who only have justice. Look at those big rats, they are fat and big, but they are ostentatious, and I, the cat of justice, want to hide instead. What kind of world is this?"

The Holy King shook his head helplessly.

The prince couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, and he didn't speak for a long time.

After the Holy King finished speaking, he turned to continue shopping.

"Mo Wang, we still have these things you picked, so you don't have to buy them yet." An Tai reminded him in a low voice.

"What do you know? We come out once in a while. We take the opportunity to buy some things and put them back as a reserve. If we run out of them at home, we don't have to rush out and buy them if we have spare ones." The Holy King said.

"Oh..." An Tai replied, and reminded in a low voice, "But we don't have enough money."

"It's okay." The Holy King smiled slightly, looked at the stall owner and said, "I'm only asking for money today and not buying anything."

The stall owner's face changed when he heard this, the monk in front of him picked out a bunch of things, if it was for alms, his small business would suffer a big loss, watching the Holy King pick more and more, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

After a while, the holy king pushed a pile of things in front of the prince: "This time we will beg for alms, thank you benefactor."

Siqin Desheng was stunned for a while, wanted to laugh but couldn't, and the smoothed arc of his mouth was drawn again.This little monk actually set him up?

Seeing his clear and bright eyes and sunny face, his heart moved like a warm wind blowing into his heart, his eyes signaled Si Qin'an to pay the money, and made the small vendor smile happily.

"My lord, they are in such a miserable situation, won't you help them?" Si Qinan asked the lord in a low voice as he watched them happily holding the things they just bought.

"It's not an option to live in no fixed place like them. We have to face so many Drifting Monks. What if one day they..." Si Qin'an's voice was also full of worry.

"Let them live in the courtyard first, and send more government soldiers to guard around. Although their Xueyu Sacred Palace is within the territory of our Chiwu Kingdom, its administration is not under our Chiwu Kingdom's control. If it is forced to manage, only I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary conflicts."

Siqin Desheng also whispered, he has been thinking of a solution to the problem for them, but the current situation does not allow him to do anything at all.He is a monk, and a monk should stay in the temple, other than that, the rest is temporary, unless...

Unless a temple is built in the palace to hide him...

He didn't dare to think about it, it was an astonishing thought...

"Antai is miserable enough." Si Qinan sighed.

"An Tai, I am no longer the Holy King after coming out of the Snowy Sacred Palace. Don't call me King Mo in the future. It's not good for others to hear you." The Holy King whispered to An Tai in front.

"Oh, then Antai will call you Little Momo from now on." Antai clings to the Holy King intimately.

"Okay, little Momo sounds nice, I like it. Then I'll call you An An from now on." Mohanad put his arm around Antai's shoulder and teased him.

Siqin Desheng frowned tightly as they both showed no scruples.