marry a monk

A crescent moon quietly climbed up the tree, the night sky was full of stars, the military camp was quiet, and the mountain wind blew gently.

Siqin Desheng kept walking in the tent, with an anxious expression, which had nothing to do with the calm and breezy outside.

Mohannad is not back yet!He never played so late, what happened?

I couldn't help but lit three sticks of incense. He said that if there is anything to come to him, the method is to light incense, chant mantras, and play the piano.

Although the method had been tried a few times and the effect was extremely poor, he couldn't care so much anymore, and he was worried if he couldn't see anyone.

Mo, Mo, Mo...

Sitting in the tent, he took out the Wentian guqin, and kept fighting, keeping Wentian on high.

A clear sound floats in all directions, and the fragrant mist lingers in the clouds, asking where the Qingtian and the people are, and returning quickly to relieve worries.

"Come here." Siqin Desheng called out after the song was over.

"My lord." The soldiers came in response.

"..." Siqin Desheng was speechless, did he ask the soldiers to look for him? ? ?Wave your hand and let the soldiers go out.

"Wait a minute..." Siqin Desheng called again.

"My lord..." The soldier stopped.

"Let Antai come over."

After a while, Antai came at his command, and when he heard that Mohannad hadn't come back yet, he felt anxious for a while.

"Where did you go separately?" Siqin Desheng asked.

"Mitsubishi Street in the city."

"How was it different around then?"

"No, we've been sitting in a small shop, and when the soldiers on the street said that An'an was injured, I ran back first."

"Is there anyone suspicious nearby?"

"No?"

"Are you sure he knows the way?"

"My lord, we've been to that street several times, little Mo Wang must know the way back."

"Why haven't you come back yet? I'm worried that something happened to him." Siqin Desheng kept walking again.

"Little King Mo has some self-defense skills, don't worry too much, Lord, just wait." An Tai comforted.

"Well, go and take care of Si Qin'an." Si Qinde waved his hand triumphantly.

"Okay." An Tai walked to the door and seemed to think of something again, stopped and turned back: "My lord, An An said that his injury was shot in the back by the eldest prince. Is it possible that King Mo also encountered a surprise attack?"

"..." Siqin Desheng gasped when he heard the words, why didn't he think of this?

Mountain torrents do little harm to people who can swim. Will some important link be missed?Maybe the enemy escaped before the scene was cleared...

"Do you think he will..." Siqin Desheng grabbed An Tai's hand, his face turned pale.

"Then, what should we do?" An Tai was also frightened by Siqin Desheng, his voice trembled.

"Come here..." Siqin Desheng roared.

"My lord." Another soldier from outside the tent will rush in.

"Blow the drums and trumpets, and send troops to the country." Siqin Desheng paused every word.

"My lord, we have won the battle. The entire army of the Seventh Prince of Cheqian Kingdom has been taken into captivity. Now everyone is recuperating and resting. There is no need to send troops anymore." The soldier thought that Si Qin Desheng was talking nonsense.

Seeing this, Siqin Desheng walked alone to the big drum outside the tent and punched the drum without saying a word.

The sound of drums echoed through the valley, followed by the sound of footsteps.All the soldiers in the barracks immediately gathered in front of the tent when they heard the sound of the drum.

"My lord, what's the matter?" Hua Qianyi and Long Dacheng rushed over while putting on their armor.

"Send troops to the capital all night, and don't stop when you don't see anyone." Si Qin Desheng's eyes were red.

"Why don't you give up when you don't see anyone, who is missing?" Hua Qianyi asked.

"My lord, wait a little longer, maybe little Mo Wang will come back tomorrow morning." An Tai chased him out to comfort him.

Only then did Hua Qianyi and Long Dacheng realize that Mohanad had disappeared.

"That's right, my lord, we won the battle today, maybe Little Mo Wang went to play." Long Dacheng comforted.

"What's going on?" Hua Qianyi pulled An Tai and asked in a low voice.

"Little King Mo hasn't come back yet, my lord is worried that it was the generals of the Cheqian Kingdom." An Tai whispered.

Hua Qianyi understood, and walked up to Siqin Desheng: "My lord, I have fought all day today, and my brothers are exhausted. We will see if we can wait until tomorrow. If King Mo doesn't come back tomorrow, we will do it again." Intend."

"Okay, you don't want to go, this king will go..." Siqin Desheng was as imposing as a rainbow, flicking the hem of his robe, he transformed into the Chasing Sun Sword and wanted to walk away with the sword.

The absence of Mohanad was like a step down for him, and he was already anxious.

"No, my lord, why don't you interrogate the Seventh Prince Cheqian first, maybe there will be a turning point?" Hua Qianyi held him back and tried to persuade him.

"Come here, interrogate the Seventh Prince." Siqin Desheng patted his forehead, if Hua Qianyi hadn't reminded him, he would have fainted from anxiety.

After a while, more than a dozen generals escorted the seven princes of Cheqian Kingdom, who were tied up, to the front of the tent. With a push, the seven princes knelt down in unison.

Without any explanation, Siqin Desheng's long sword rested on the little prince's neck with a little force, and the little prince's blood flowed.

"Forgive me, my lord..." The little prince was trembling with fright, begging for mercy.

"Tell me quickly, did your people arrest Xiao Momo?" An Tai asked eagerly, grabbing his clothes.

"What little Momo, I haven't seen, I don't know, I don't know..." The little prince looked pitiful.

"Don't tell me, right?" Si Qin Desheng raised his sword and dropped it, and the little prince's head fell to the ground.

"Ah..." the remaining six princes screamed and shrank into a ball.

"Quickly tell me, did you catch Little Mo Wang?" The sword rested on the sixth prince's neck.

"What little King Mo, we don't know each other, we don't know each other." The sixth prince looked bewildered.

"It's Mohannad, the Holy King of the Holy Palace." An Tai explained, "Did you catch him?"

"We are all here, how can we catch him?"

When the sixth prince saw his seventh brother die in front of his eyes, he was already frightened out of his wits.

"We really haven't seen him..." Fifth Prince explained tremblingly, he was worried that it would be his turn next.

"This king's patience is limited. If you don't talk about this king, I will kill you all, and turn your Cheqian country upside down." Siqin Desheng's sword flashed and the sixth prince's head fell to the ground.

"Tell me quickly, do you have any other accomplices?" An Tai was no more calm than Siqin Desheng.

"Really not, but the Holy Palace you mentioned just now, we seemed to see people from the Holy Palace when we entered the city."

Seeing his two younger brothers die unexpectedly, the eldest prince finally couldn't help thinking of something.

"Where did you see it? What does it look like?" Siqin Desheng asked anxiously.

"I don't know exactly where it is, it's probably on the street, but judging by the walking style of the monks in the Holy Palace, they should be experts." The eldest prince tried his best to recall the situation that day. They were in a hurry to enter the city and didn't pay attention to it.

His face turned white and blue at once, Siqin Desheng shuddered all over, and whispered in Antai's ear: "Take care of Siqin'an, and send him back to the palace safely?" go.

"My lord..." Seeing this, Hua Qianyi hurriedly flew into the air to catch up: "Your lord, don't take risks alone, I will accompany you eventually."

But Siqin Desheng pushed Hua Qianyi away, and a voice came from afar: "Take care of the soldiers, guard the camp, and wait for me to come back."

The sword travels thousands of miles every day, flying like lightning.

Siqin Desheng didn't care about his sleepless nights, he just wanted to rush to the Holy Palace immediately.Fortunately, the holy palace is also in the vast mountains in the northwest, not far from the battlefield.

After half a stick of incense, the Snowy Sacred Palace was looming in front of him, and he fell down the mountain with his sword, walking like flying, and his figure fluttered into the palace.

……

It turned out that Mohanad and Antai were listening to people talking about Siqin'an's injury that day on the street. They looked at Antai's figure galloping away, shook their heads and smiled, this Antai, when did Siqin'an get so nervous?To actually leave Xiao Mo and I alone, it's really happy to forget the old.

As soon as he raised his head, his face suddenly changed. The elders of the Holy Palace, Haas and Na Lou, stood in front of him at some point, looking at him without blinking.There was no chance of escape, Haas tapped his acupoints up and down, and Nalou found the Tianyin Hammer from his arms.

"I was thinking, you are all hanging in the bell tower at a height of [-] meters, how did you escape? For this reason, I beat those guarding Drifting Monks to death. It was only later that I found out that the Tianyin Hammer helped you , Not bad, you know how to control the hammer."

Haas smiled, took the Tianyin hammer and patted his palm lightly, whispering softly.

In the eyes of outsiders, they are just talking and chatting.

"Despicable! What's the matter with those drifting monks? As for killing them?"

Mohanad said coldly, he always had a sunny look, and his cold expression showed that he was angry in his heart.

"Whoever told you to escape, someone has to pay for it."

"...Even if you capture me, it's useless. I won't die, and you won't be able to find a new holy king."

"It's okay, when everything is almost done in your name, the little holy king we trained should come out." Haas was still speaking softly.

"Shameless." Mohanad threw out two words.

"It's okay, let's scold. We bully the big with the little ones, and offend the big ones with the little ones. We should be scolded." Haas smiled playfully.

"Let's go." Nalou pressed Mohanad's back lightly, and locked his life gate.

Soon, Mohanad was locked in a dark prison. In order to prevent him from escaping again, long and thick iron chains were put on his limbs. No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

"Come..." Elder Haas came in with a smile outside the door.

"Drink some wine, otherwise we say that the elders of the Holy Palace don't pay attention to etiquette, and they don't even greet a glass of wine when they come here." He said, lifting Mohanad's chin and pouring the wine in.

"Go away." Mohanad shook his head, and the cup in Haas' hand fell to the ground.

"Well done, I haven't realized that your long, bright and black hair grows really well if you don't shake it."

Haas suddenly widened his eyes, grabbed his long hair, and said through gritted teeth: "The hair is so long, and you still want to be a holy king? However, you will break the precept soon, and I will let you You are ruined."

Haas beckoned out, and a Drifting man came in with a tray of wine.

He poured another glass of wine, pried open Mohanad's mouth with one hand, and poured it in with the other.

"Go away, you go away..." Mohanad shouted.

"Okay, I'll leave now." Haas smiled.

"This cup of spring fragrance wine you are drinking, you will soon be unable to take it anymore. If you are not released, you will explode and die. Of course, this seat will not just watch you die. This seat will prepare many, many beauties for you to enjoy .” He touched Mohanad’s smooth face with a sinister smile.

"Let me go, you let me go..." Mohanad struggled, and the chains on his limbs were slammed.

"Let's see if you have the ability to escape this time."

With a wave of Haas's hand, a group of long-haired, green-eyed, coquettish young girls wearing light gauze and thin clothes, with their chests and arms exposed, surrounded him laughing and laughing.

"I would like to remind you that this kind of spring wine has no antidote or libido within three days, even the gods will be exhausted, so enjoy the beauty in front of you." Haas said and walked out.

"King Mo..." The beauty hooked his neck and kissed him.

"Mo Wang is so handsome, a moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, why don't we go to sleep." The beauty caressed her face.

"Mo Wang...this body is really strong and comfortable to the touch..."

"Mo Wang, let us accompany you..."

The beauties in front of Mohanad's eyes kept flashing, and waves of laughter, seductive voices, soft whispers, smooth hands, and waves rushed to his body.

Close your eyes, sit cross-legged, and drive away the increasingly strong desires in your body with a peaceful mind.

Phantoms and hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes, even though his eyes were closed, there was still a picture of erotic/palace. Jiaolang's cry, tenderness and touch, and passionate collision made him feel burnt and frantic.

"Go away, go away, go away..." She closed her eyes and drove away the beauties in front of her, pushing and yelling.

"Mo Wang, you just follow us..." All the beauties pressed down on him with their breasts and beautiful buttocks.

"roll……"

Mohanad roared, with bloody eyes, swollen veins, and unsteady footsteps, he seemed to have changed into another appearance, twisted, terrifying, and ferocious.

Outside the house, the little monk who was secretly watching the situation quietly went to the next room to report the situation to Haas.

"Look at how he escaped from my hand this time." Haas smiled, looking at a hazy mountain in the distance.

"Let the wind go out, let the Drifting monks outside and the believers outside the palace come to watch the spring drama." Hass said softly to the little Drifting Monk.

"Yes." Little Drifting went out as ordered.

After a while, the lights in the prison came on, and people from outside poured up one after another, all of them silent and no one said a word.

"Mo Wang, don't come here, I'm afraid..."

"Mo Wang, I'm still young, don't touch me..."

The beauties with bare breasts and bare arms changed from their dissolute and unrestrained behavior just now, and suddenly became timid and cowardly. They all huddled in a corner, pitifully.

Mohannad immediately understood that this was a game, a well-designed game, and if he overstepped the rules a little bit, he would be doomed.

But even if you don't go beyond the rules, it's beyond redemption.

Brother Sheng, where are you?He frantically swings the iron chain, come and save me...

"The obscene monk..." Someone finally cursed outside the door.

"Fortunately, we believe in him so much, we worship him more than enough." Another person cursed.

"Hit him, he is not worthy to be our holy king."

"How can he be a holy king? Look, everyone, the holy king has such long hair?"

"Buddhism is pure, lustful and greedy, this kind of person cannot be kept."

"kill him……"

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