marry a monk

On the bustling street, a mighty guard of honor came towards us. Siqin Desheng was sitting on a luxurious sedan chair. His sickly breath could not conceal his handsome and straight. He was dressed in a black imperial uniform embroidered with The five-clawed golden dragon is particularly eye-catching.

Gently stroking the golden Buddha statue in the palm of your hand.This was given to him by Xiao Mo. Kissing the little Buddha statue is like kissing Mohanad...

"Okay, if King Sheng misses me..." Mohanad didn't have the reserve of a monk at all, and smiled and lifted his chin: "Just look at it." He took out the gold statue he bought before from his arms. buddha statue.

"Do you think I look like it?" Handing the Buddha statue to him: "Am I as handsome as him?

"You are more handsome than it." Siqin Desheng took the Buddha statue: "You can laugh, but it can't.

"Haha...you are the first person to call me handsome."

"You are the most handsome man in the world." He added.

Caressing the little Buddha statue, his eyes scanned the street outside. As far as he could see, there was a painting boat in the shops on both sides of the street, which was filled with various Buddha statues. The one that attracted his attention most was the portrait of little Momo in the middle.

In the portrait, there is the Milky Way between his eyebrows, stars in his eyes, and a sunny smile on his face that seems to melt the snow mountain.With a handsome face like jade, noble and elegant, kind eyes seem to be looking at everyone on the side of the road.

There was a sudden beating in his heart, and his breathing almost stopped. Siqin Desheng just looked at the portrait quietly, just like Little Mo Wang was watching him quietly.

There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, he smiled at him, and he smiled at him, his eyes met, and he didn't move for a long time.

"Stop." Si Qin'an saw that his expression was not right, and looked back at the portrait of the shop, he already understood a little bit.

The mighty guard of honor stopped at the sound.

Lightly pick up the bead curtain, walk in, the portrait is graceful, and the smile flashes.

"You must still be there." He stroked the portrait and murmured to himself: "You must be waiting for me in a corner. I used to think of giving up the royal power and wealth to accompany you to the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha. late."

The green tears fell silently, and the old man had already driven the yellow crane away.Ask directly where the soul of the sky is, and the white clouds are leisurely and empty.

"Painter!" Siqin Desheng called softly.

An elderly man came from the inner hall, with a long beard and white hair, but he was in good spirits: "May I ask what you need, sir?"

"Did you draw it?" Siqin Desheng asked.

"Yes, it's the painting below."

"Have you seen him?"

"Yes, he is my benefactor. I didn't hear that he passed away, so I made a special painting to commemorate him. He is a good man. As soon as this portrait was hung, people came to snap up it. No, this is the last one, sir. Want it?"

Si Qin Desheng remained silent, and glanced at Si Qin'an.

Si Qin An understood it, and walked to the old man: "Old man, my master wants this painting, you don't need to sail here anymore, just go to my master to enjoy the happiness."

Siqin Desheng wants to bring the artist back to the palace to paint a portrait of Little Mo Wang for him.The painter was overwhelmed by flattery, and spent his whole life wandering. He managed to scrape together some money and set up a painting boat. Unexpectedly, he got good luck because of this portrait.

With a wide smile, he followed Si Qin'an into another carriage at the back, wow, this carriage is really luxurious, inlaid with gold and silver, hugging at the front and hugging at the back, with extraordinary momentum.

"Old man, how did you know the little Saint King?" Si Qin'an chatted with the old man intentionally or unintentionally.

"Oh, that's right." The old man came to his senses as if in a dream.

"I live under the snow-capped mountains, called Unpredictable. I usually like to paint, especially painting birds and beasts, fish, insects, flowers and birds. That day, the old man was hiding on the mountain and drawing a tiger. Who knew that the tiger was so clever. After painting for a while, I smelled a human scent and rushed towards me."

The old man still has lingering fears and panic when recalling the past.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Mo, please speak slowly." Si Qin'an squinted his eyes, looked at the back of the prince in the carriage ahead, and comforted the old man.

"At that time, the old man had no choice but to wait for death. But after a while, the tiger didn't rush. When he opened his eyes, a young monk with bright eyes and kind eyes passed by and gave the tiger a large piece of meat. , this old man narrowly escaped death."

"It was only later that I found out that the young monk was the little holy king of our Xueyu Holy Palace. I have seen countless people in my life, but I have never seen such a handsome person. He is like the reincarnation of a golden cicada. He is the living/Buddha in our hearts .”

"Then did you see him again?" Si Qin'an asked.

"The little sage king looks like a god-man, with an incomparably kind heart. There are tens of millions of people in this world who need his help. The old man can receive his help once, which is already a blessing from his previous life. How dare he pray to help me twice?"

"Mr. Mo's paintings are very good and expressive. I don't know if my master asks you for advice. Can you teach me?"

"I am ashamed of this old man, but I don't know where your master is from?"

Hearing this, the piano player Desheng in the carriage in front turned his head and looked out the window.

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dang dang...

A dull bell sounded in the distance, it was the sound of the afternoon class of the Snowy Holy Palace, and for a while, the sound of burning from the Snowy Holy Palace was heard everywhere, and the majestic sound of thousands of people singing in unison spread around the snow mountain.

Siqin Desheng's convoy slowly enters the high mountains. Wherever the convoy goes, no one is allowed to enter, and it is majestic and solemn.

A group of monks came to meet him, and when they saw the cool and noble Siqin Desheng, they bowed their heads together and saluted.

Among the crowd, four noble people dressed in gorgeous cassocks ushered in. They were the elder Hass of the East Hall of the Snowy Holy Palace, Ji Heng and Bi Nuo, the newly-appointed masters of Nalou and West Hall.

"I don't know that the prince is coming, so I am far away to welcome you, forgive me." The leader bowed his head forward and saluted.

"Forgive me for what crime?" Si Qin'an saw Haas, and couldn't get angry in one place. Thinking of An Tai's bloody broken leg, he raised his hand to slap him left and right in the face, and slapped him three times, so that he calmed down a little.

"You..." The dignified elder of the Holy Palace was actually slapped by an unknown person. Haas covered his flushed face and glanced at Siqin Desheng in the carriage, not daring to explode.If it weren't for the presence of the prince, Si Qin'an would not be enough to die ten times in his hands.

"These three palms were brought back on behalf of King Mo and An Tai, so it's a good deal for you." Si Qin'an got a good deal and acted like a good boy: "I dare to strangle the holy king who was appointed by the emperor, what else can't you do?" Si Qin Desheng didn't get out of the sedan chair, and let Si Qin'an show off his power in front of him.

"It's a sin, my lord, the fact that the Holy King is an accident, because I and others didn't take good care of him, let him hang to death in his Qingxu Palace, it is really a heinous crime." Ji Heng explained.

"Fart, how could a well-behaved living person hang himself up? It's clear that you caused him to die." Si Qin An put his hips on his hips and cursed, looking like a street-swearing shrew.

"Quickly tell me, why do you want to kill him? He is the reincarnation of the living Buddha in your mouth. He is the king you have chosen by yourself and has been crowned by the emperor. No one in this world can execute him except the emperor."

"This Mohannad is a fake living Buddha. He bought fake medicines for the people, deceived the people, ate meat and drank alcohol, was lustful and broke the precepts. He is no longer the holy king we chose at the beginning. He deserves to die, and he is not worthy of pity." very quiet.

"Please lie and make a draft. The Holy King has always been with our prince. When did you get fake medicine and when did you deceive everyone? Do you charge others for what you do yourself?"

"My lord, the above is all true." Nalou replied.

"It's your fault to say so. He is the king you elected. You pushed him to the top of the snowy region. You should be fully responsible for his right and wrong. He entered the palace as a monk since he was a child, and he respects you in every word and deed. A role model, if the upper beam is not upright, the lower beam is crooked, and you are doing the right thing, how could he be deviant?"

"...This..." There was a slight sweat on Haas's forehead.

"Also, did he drink the spring/medicinal wine last time, and then lock himself up? Did he distribute the portrait of King Mo? You persecuted little King Mo time and time again. If you slander him, you are still worthy of being disciples of the Buddha and elders?" Si Qin Anqiu was eloquent about his ability to settle accounts.

"My lord has come from a long way, why don't you go into the house and rest for a while." Binuo smoothed things over.

"No need." Siqin Desheng's voice came from the carriage coldly: "Siqin'an, go directly to Qingxu Hall."

The motorcade beat the gong and shouted: "Idlers are not allowed to enter." They entered the Qingxu Hall through another aisle.

Qingxu Hall is the residence of the previous saint kings of Xueyu Holy Palace and the place where various matters of Buddhism are handled.The palace is resplendent and magnificent, with jade trees and silver flowers, tall pillars, carved beams and painted buildings, which looks majestic and majestic.

The hall is filled with all kinds of Buddha statues and arhats in different shapes and styles.Some are smiling, some are angry, some are kind, some are full of murderous looks, some are red-faced, some are blue-faced, some are solemn, and some are showing their navels...

Usually, the Qingxu Hall is overcrowded, those who seek elixir, those who seek blessings from the Holy King, those who worship Buddha, those who offer offerings...

At this time, the Qingxu Hall was full of people, deserted...

Unintentionally watching, went straight to Xiao Mo Wang's meditation room in the back hall...

The meditation room was in a mess, the Buddha statue fell on the ground, the pen holders were scattered everywhere, books were everywhere, blood stains could be vaguely seen on the ground.

Si Qin'an signaled the soldiers outside to keep quiet so as not to disturb the prince.

Gently approach Xiao Momo's Zen bed, where he usually meditates and falls asleep, this bed is so hard, and he will not change to a softer cushion.The quilt is so thin, and the snow in the snow mountain is so thick, isn't it cold?

The plum blossoms outside the window are blooming. He must be diligent in pruning branches and fertilizing.That branch grows so thick, and the flowers bloom so densely, it must be a happy thing to be by his window all the time.

Hand stretched out the window, picked a plum lightly, put it in front of the nose and sniffed gently, as if the fragrance was in the heart, it was refreshing and refreshing, but after smelling it, there was a heart-piercing cough and wheezing...

Just enjoying and suffering quietly like this...

Before looking at the case again, the juice was still silent, and he must have been lying at the desk the day before.

Turning over the paper, the unfinished words jumped in front of my eyes:

My heart is a flying phoenix, my love is colorful clouds flying all over the sky, my body is a busy traveler in the world of mortals, and my spirit is Yao Qianhui of Wanyuan.Shocked, he took out the newspaper soldier from his arms and presented his last handwriting:

My heart is a flying phoenix, my love is colorful clouds flying all over the sky, my body is a busy traveler in the world of mortals, and my spirit is Yao Qianhui of Wanyuan.Walking into the vast world, I am the most beautiful lover in the world.Stepping into the vast void, I am the brightest light in the universe.

That last sentence, that last sentence must have been addressed to him.Yes, he is the most beautiful lover in the world, he is the brightest light in the universe.

Two pairs of paper, with the same handwriting, the difference is that one line is missing and one line is added.Silently, he punched his fist deeply in front of the case, blood oozing from between his fingers...

"Reporting to my lord, something is not right. There is news from the Snowy Sacred Palace ahead that the little Sage King Mo was hanged in the Qingxu Palace." Thinking of the report of the report, the picture of the little Sage King being hanged appeared in front of his eyes...

"Brother Sheng, save me..." I could hear his cry for help.

He opened his eyes and couldn't bear to think about it anymore. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the Xun at the corner of the bed. He pounced on it, and used his huge body to tightly protect that unremarkable, simple and simple black Xun, as if protecting it. Just like protecting him.

This was his favorite thing, and his only hobby during his lifetime was blowing the xun.It just stayed in the corner quietly, without making a sound, if it hadn't been seen and discovered from the corner of the corner of the eye, maybe it would have been there all along.

Little Momo hasn't used it for a long time, and the plum petals carved on the Xun's body are covered with light dust.Blow gently and cover your nose, forgetting that you cannot touch dust.

He coughed violently, then panted violently after coughing, finally stopped for a while...

Looking at the little Xun, he smiled silently.

He said that life has abused me thousands of times, and I treat life like first love.

Yes, a positive and optimistic attitude will always be his most brilliant symbol.

"King Sheng, just smile, just smile. It's not good to see that you are so handsome, but you have a bitter face all day long. We should smile more when we are alive. To life."

Little Saint King made him laugh with a sunny face, but he kept his face straight and wanted to laugh, but for some reason he couldn't.

"Brother Sheng, you have to smile more, you have a really nice smile."

"You look good when you smile. I would like to see you smile forever." Siqin Desheng kissed him back.

"Okay, go back and show you for a lifetime."

"I'm not called King Sheng, I'm Lord Desheng." He coldly corrected him and his address.

"Is there a difference? The prince of Desheng is the king of victory, and you are the only one left with virtue. You are the king of remnants." He smiled and walked away, leaving him standing blankly with a bewildered face. .

I am the leftover king, and I am the only one left, so I am the leftover king.He laughed wryly at himself, before Xiao Mo always told him to laugh more, saying that laughing more is good for his health, but he couldn't laugh.Now laughing, but he can't see it anymore.

He held the xun tightly in his arms, as if afraid that it would go away.Leaning gently on the bed, looking out of the window, at this time, it was already late at night when the moon reached mid-day.

Inadvertently, the quietly exposed piece of paper under the bed fell to the ground, fluttering without a sound.

When he picked it up, he burst into tears. It was the last letter Mohanad gave him:

Brother Sheng, I really want to say goodbye to you this time. I am very happy to know you in this life. You are not in good health. After I leave, take care of yourself. Don’t be sad for me. I will watch you in heaven.I can meet, know and love you in this life without any regrets. If there is an afterlife, we will see you again.

Outside the door, Si Qin'an was already crying into a ball.When he set off to the Holy Palace, An Tai wanted to follow him, so he had to be tied up by the soldiers in order not to make him sad.If he followed, maybe he would fight to the death with the elders at this time.

"Chuan elders..." After a long time, Siqin Desheng came back to his senses, his deep voice hoarse.

"Okay." Si Qin'an wiped away his tears while letting the soldiers pass on the message.

"See the prince." The four elders and the master came forward in response.

"Bring little King Mo's body, I want to take him away." Siqin Desheng looked out the window, the plum blossoms were in full bloom, like Mohanad's smiling face, very bright.

"..." The four elders looked at each other. At this time, on the mountain behind the holy palace, the Drifting Monks were burning Mohanad's body.

"Bring his body, don't you understand?" Siqin Desheng finally couldn't hold back and burst out, his voice was hoarse and his face was grim, as if he wanted to swallow them all in one gulp.

"The corpse, the corpse is in the back mountain..." After all, it was a guilty conscience, and Bino couldn't resist Siqin Desheng's scolding.

Feeling a gust of wind, Siqin Desheng was gone.

The back mountain is crowded with people, including believers at the foot of the mountain, and sand monks from the holy palace.

Surrounded by a huge bonfire in the sea of ​​people, Mohanad is impressively tied to the raging fire.The fire was getting hotter and hotter, and it was almost spreading to his upper body.He still had breath and consciousness, twisting and struggling in the fire was very painful.

what……

Siqin Desheng's heart felt as if it had been dug out, and a mouthful of blood could no longer be controlled and spewed out.

"My lord..." Si Qin An couldn't help crying: "My lord, don't look..." He covered Si Qin Desheng's eyes with his hands.

"Go away..." Siqin Desheng pushed away Siqin'an's sword and flew over.

"My lord..." the surrounding people exclaimed for a while.

"My lord is in danger..." the elders shouted.

"My lord, come back quickly..." Si Qin'an cried loudly.

Siqin Desheng couldn't fly in no matter what. The fire was too strong. Every time he flew in, he was ejected by the fire. Accompanied by gusts of mountain wind, the fire became bigger and bigger.

"Mo..." he shouted, choking him with the billowing fire and thick smoke.

"Mo, wait for me..." Siqin Desheng took out the square scarf bought by Xiao Momo from his arms and covered his mouth and nose.Even if Huang Quan dies today, he cannot be left behind.

Rush into the sea of ​​fire, raise the sword and cut the rope on the pillar.After several consecutive strikes, the rope remained motionless.Looking down, Little Mo Wang's body was not tied with ordinary ropes, but black iron.Layer after layer wrapped around his whole body tightly.

"Mo..." Holding Xiao Momo who was fainted by the fireworks, she used her body to block the flames for him.

"Hold on, this king will definitely save you." With all his strength, he swung his sword and cut the iron, two times and three times...Bleeding from the hand rub, dripping drop by drop on Mohanad's back, and then flowing from his back to his back. chest.

Smelling the blood, Mohanad seemed to regain consciousness, slowly opened his eyes, and Siqin Desheng's expression of anxiety, pain and fear was reflected in front of his eyes.

"Brother Sheng, hurry up, you can't stand the fireworks..." He was so weak that he could hardly speak.

"Mo, if I can't rescue you, I will die in this sea of ​​fire with you." Siqin Desheng caressed his face with one hand and kissed him, while slashing Xuantie fiercely with the other hand.

"I'm sorry, I made you suffer." He whispered regret in his ear: "I shouldn't have left you..."

Blood flowed onto Mohannad's body, and he was immediately dried by the fire. He felt the burning pain under his feet, not to mention Siqin Desheng was the same.

From the periphery of the sea of ​​fire, Si Qin'an shouted hysterically and frantically, his voice became hoarse, his tears dried up, and he waved helplessly towards the sea of ​​fire.

"Brother Sheng, go away, you will die if you don't go." Mohanad begged.

"No, in the face of life and death, I must accompany you." Siqin Desheng was extremely stubborn, slashing his sword quickly.

"Brother Sheng, hurry up, you can't control your life, you can't control your death..." Mohanad hoarsely tried.

"If you want to live together, if you want to die together, you belong to me and I belong to you. In this life and this life, we are destined to be together, and no one will leave us."

Siqin Desheng couldn't feel the heat waves and thick fireworks under his feet at all. He only had one person in his eyes, and that was Mohanad.

"You go away..." Mohanad couldn't help roaring anymore, Siqin Desheng will only lose his life in vain if this continues, he is the hope of the Chiwu Kingdom, he is noble and pure, and there must be no mistakes .

"Without you, what's the point of my being alive? If I can't save you, it's better to go back together." Siqin Desheng hugged him tightly.

"No, no, no..." Mohannad roared and resisted like crazy, he couldn't do anything, he couldn't do anything.The only person in this world who loves him and treats him well has nothing to do, he must take good care of him...

Blood-red eyes, swollen veins, angry eyes, and shouts resounded throughout the world.

Mohanad had accumulated too much power, and everything he had suffered in the Snowy Holy Palace in his life seemed to explode at this time.Silently mobilizing internal energy on the chest, I felt that the power of the swastika symbol was getting stronger and stronger, and the chest was getting hotter and hotter. The swastika flew around quickly, emitting a strong and dazzling light, and the black iron made bursts of cracking sounds.

The onlookers screamed and backed away.Following a burst of earth-shattering explosions, Mohanad let out a long cry, broke away from the black iron and shot straight into the sky.Siqin Desheng only felt a huge force surrounding him from him, and he was thrown out of the sea of ​​flames.

"Ah..." Everyone exclaimed in shock, and Mohanad disappeared into the sky, leaving behind only a cloud as dazzling as a phoenix.

"Mo..." Siqin Desheng called desperately to the sky.

The world suddenly became silent, life and death were separated in an instant, and watching him leave, the living person disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he was powerless to do anything.

Usually high above, call the wind and call the rain, but in the face of life and death, but so small.He lay down powerlessly, his eyes fixed on the sky...

"My lord..." Si Qin'an threw himself on Si Qin Desheng recklessly, and patted the burning clothes off his body.

"My lord...don't be like this...Little King Mo is sure to be fine..." Si Qin An supported him who had dull-eyed and lost soul, feeling extremely heartbroken.

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"Brother Sheng..."

After an unknown amount of time, a clear and familiar child's voice came from behind.hallucination?Is it an auditory hallucination?Or did you follow along?Hesitantly, heavily, and with difficulty, he turned around. Behind him, a six or seven-year-old child walked towards him with a bright face.

He was bald, wearing a monk's robe, his eyebrows were sharp and starry, handsome as jade, and his eyebrows were slightly smiling.Small legs, small hands, small body, small face, as cute as you want, as cute as you want.

He, he, isn't he Mohannad? ? ?

Si Qin Desheng suspected that he was dazzled, so he rubbed his eyes hard. That's right, it's Little Mo Wang, the Mo Wang when he was a child...

"Ah..." The crowd gathered around, disbelieving everything in front of them.

"Holy King, the Holy King has been reborn, he has been reborn from Nirvana!!!" Someone in the crowd screamed.

"We wrongly blamed him before, he is really the Holy King."

"It's really the Holy King, reborn, the Holy King has been reborn from Nirvana!!!"

"The Holy King is reborn..."

Following the exclamation of the crowd, the crowd cheered, and suddenly they knelt and shouted, in stark contrast to the indifference of the onlookers just now.

"The holy king will last forever, the holy king will last forever..."

"The holy king will last forever, the holy king will last forever..."

In the distance, Hasinalou and Bino Jiheng had no expression on their faces, they were waiting for death.

"Brother Sheng, you don't recognize me?" Mohanad opened his arms, looking forward to Siqin Desheng's embrace.

"Mo..." Siqin Desheng was too shocked to speak: "It's you?"

"It's me." Mohanad nodded.

"Really you?"

"Brother Sheng, you can't control your life, you can't control your death, it's really me, I'm back."

"Mo..." With a stagger and a gust of wind, Siqin Desheng rushed up to hug him, weeping silently.

"Brother Sheng, let's go back, okay? I don't want to see them." Mohanad looked at the stunned elders and masters in the distance, and whispered in his ear.

"Okay, let's go back, and we won't see them again." Siqin Desheng hugged him lovingly, leaving behind Siqin'an who was stunned and had tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Mo... Are you feeling well?" Siqin Desheng was surprised and delighted at the little Momo who had found it again, and could hardly believe everything in front of him.

"Brother Sheng, I don't feel well here." Mohanad frowned, pointed to his mouth, and peeked at him.

"Where? Was it the injury from the explosion just now?" Siqin Desheng opened his mouth nervously, looked left and right seriously, never thinking that he would cheat.

"Haha, it's uncomfortable here." Mohanad held his face and kissed him wildly.

"Ah, you played tricks." Siqin Desheng kissed him back: "It's good to be back."

"Of course I want to come back, I want to be with you forever."

"Let's go, my little lover..." Siqin Desheng showed a bright smile...

The author has something to say: Brother Sheng, hurry up, life is not up to you, death is up to you...

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