marry a monk

It was said that it was the fifteenth day soon, and believers from all walks of life gathered in the front hall of the Qingxu Hall early in the morning, in order to see the true face of the Holy King, witness the panacea of ​​the Holy Palace and the divine protection of the Holy King.

Early this morning, the Holy King climbed up to the top bell tower of the Holy Palace and struck the bell 108 times in a row.The Drifting Monk and all the believers in the Holy Palace were very excited. After all, there has never been such a large-scale event as eye-catching as today in several years.

At noon, in the anticipation of all the people, the Holy King came slowly.Gathering tens of millions of people just want to do one thing, and that is to tell the truth to the public.

At this time, he was wearing a golden cassock, a crown on his head, and a solemn body with all kinds of jewelry and jewelry.The swastika symbol on the chest, which represents the power of the holy king, is even more dazzling in the glittering gold clothing.

He is very peaceful. What he has to do today is a big event. After this event, the second half of his life and the previous life will be two worlds.He can't take care of so much anymore, he must cherish the present opportunity.

While the believers shouted loudly, the holy king led the monks and believers to perform various worship ceremonies, worshiping the third Buddha horizontally and vertically in the front hall, and then worshiping the saint kings and sages of the holy palace, and then performed chanting, burning, singing, and blessing Various holy medicines.

After everything was finished, he asked the audience generously and dignifiedly: "Do you feel that the holy medicine blessed by this holy king is particularly effective?"

The believers in the audience shouted: "Yes, Holy King Wanan..."

The Holy King smiled slightly, and asked again: "Do you have special trust in the Holy King, and think that the things blessed by the Holy King are omnipotent?"

Believers are ignorant and shout yes.

"Let's do an experiment now. The elixir on the left has not been blessed, and the elixir on the right has been blessed just now. Now let's try the two elixirs and see how they work?"

Everyone shouted, after all, not everyone has the opportunity to participate in witnessing this blessing of divine power. They were excited, curious, and enthusiastic.

"Who is uncomfortable at the scene?" Sheng Wang asked.

A few sick believers walked out, some complained of chest tightness, some complained of abdominal pain, and some said they had a tumor on their neck.

"Okay, now please take these unblessed pills first, and see how they work?" The Holy King distributed pills to them respectively.

The three believers took it one by one, and after a while the Holy King asked, "Do you feel better?"

"..." The believer shook his head to show no response.

"Under normal circumstances, effective elixir has a certain effect regardless of whether it is blessed or not, but the speed is different, but now there is no reaction at all. What is the problem? Have you thought about it?" asked the Holy King.

At this time, the faces of the elders and masters in front of the hall sank.

"Now let's try the elixir that was just blessed on the right, or invite the three believers just now to try it, and see how the elixir works after blessing?"

The three believers dragged their sick bodies and took the elixir blessed by the Holy King. Everyone looked at them nervously, wondering what the result would be?

But after a while, their pain remained the same, and their bodies did not get any improvement or relief.

There was an uproar in the audience, and it started to move. Everyone whispered and talked, and began to doubt everything in front of them.

"In the past, every kind of elixir had a corresponding main medicine, and these main medicines had the functions of curing and repairing various diseases. Once there was no main medicine in the elixir, let alone the blessing of the holy king, even the blessing of the Tathagata Buddha would be the same. Invalid. The three believers just now proved through their own experience that these pills are invalid and have nothing to do with blessings."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar among the believers in the hall, and the crowd was excited.

"Holy King, why are you giving us believers such ineffective pills?" someone shouted from the audience.

"Yes, why did you lie to us?" Someone echoed loudly.

"We worship and enshrine the gods so sincerely, why do we deceive everyone?"

"Why did it work before, but it doesn't work now? Did the Holy King make fun of our lives?"

The audience shouted. , the mood is getting more and more excited.

Seeing this, Yulang glanced at the Holy King with cold eyes, and raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

"The elixir that these few people took just now has expired. The Holy King just rushed back from Shendu and didn't know the truth, so he misunderstood. There is a new elixir that has just been developed here. You can try it."

The holy king quickly took the so-called new pill in Yulang's hands, and waved it to the crowd. Seeing that the audience was not quiet, he took out a pure silver hammer from his arms, and gently tapped it on the table. Knock, although the hammer is small, it makes a loud noise, and the sound like thunder stuns the believers in the audience.

I saw him open a sealed jar beside him, motioning for everyone to see.

"There is a very poisonous scorpion inside. Just prick it. If you don't deal with it in time, you will be very poisonous. Let's try it now. The holy king will prick it first, and then take Master Yulang's new medicine , to see if it is effective, if it is effective, everyone can take it with confidence..."

The Holy King glanced at the dark believers in the hall with a smile, and then stared at the inside and outside of the Qingxu Hall. This is the place where he grew up and lived for nearly 20 years, and he is about to say goodbye today.

Take a last look at the four elders and masters. They are the elders, the elders who have watched him grow up since he was a child.But all this is different, he feels strange and cold, he has been surrounded by this resplendent illusion, and everything has become a thing of the past after today, and he can finally be freed.

At this time, the holy king's face showed unprecedented calmness, tranquility and satisfaction.

There was silence in the audience, everyone watched him quietly, no one made a sound, and no one stood up to speak for him.

Perhaps the believers at this time just want to know a result, but the master and elder over there are thinking about it separately. Some of them are shocked, some are puzzled, some dismiss it, and some open their eyes...

"If it doesn't work, please bury me in a small hillside in Hasa, which is my hometown." After speaking, he opened the black jar containing the big scorpion.The scorpion is black and shiny, and its long pincers are sharp and hard.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, watching the Holy King reach out to the black pot step by step, the surroundings were completely silent, and everyone dared not vent their anger.

The four elders and masters were even more shocked by the action in front of them.

Seeing that the hand was about to be stretched out in front of the scorpion, the timid people had already closed their eyes and did not dare to look again. Everyone held their breath, waiting for that thrilling second.

With a sound of "Dang", a short knife shone brightly and cut the scorpion into two accurately.I don't know who sent it, but one can tell that the person who made the sword has extraordinary internal strength, and I can't see him when I look at the audience.

There was a commotion among the believers in the audience, and the quiet front hall was suddenly full of voices. Some people shouted, some made noise, some cried, some people withdrew from the front hall, and some took the opportunity to snatch all kinds of elixir on the table.

The holy king looked up and scanned the crowd of believers in the hall, trying to find the man with the short knife from the crowd.I saw figures flickering, and it was impossible to tell who was who?I don't even know who made the move.

"Protect the holy king quickly!" Yulang commanded all the monks under him loudly, shouting: "Our holy king is possessed by evildoers, he is already crazy, he is talking nonsense, believers, keep quiet, our holy medicine is absolutely effective ..."

All the monks rushed forward and forced the holy king into the back hall. The flickering figures and shouts of the believers in the hall gradually faded away from his ears.

"Strengthen precautions, don't allow anyone to approach." Yulang sternly scolded from outside.

When all the dust settled, the Holy King was locked in a dark prison, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.I can't control that much anymore, I have done what I should do, and the rest should have nothing to do with him.

The whole body is relaxed, except for a simple bed and a square table, there is nothing else in the prison.

The dark prison gave him a feeling of light.From the small square window on the high wall, a round of bright moon shines in softly, and I feel a golden light in front of my eyes.

He took out two unremarkable things from his arms, one was the sterling silver hammer that hit the table just now, the other was a small black Xun, the hammer was called Tianyin.According to the elders and masters, he has followed him since he was born, but this thing is useless, like a piece of iron, smaller than a palm, heavy and hard.I didn't bother to study whether it was really useless, but I just thought it was exquisite and beautiful, so I kept it by my side.

As for the black xun, it is even more interesting, it was picked up by accident on the side of the mountain.

It is said that one day, not long after becoming the Holy King, he accompanied the masters and elders into the gods to bless and sing for the royal family and nobles. When passing by a section of the cliff, a round black thing rolled down from the top of the mountain and stopped at the foot of the Holy King. Like finally waiting for the master, standing there quietly, motionless.

When it rolled down the cliff, there were bursts of beautiful sounds like the crowing of a phoenix. The holy king picked it up and found that it was a rare musical instrument, made of high-quality black ceramics, with a few small holes on it. When I put it near my mouth and blow it, it made a beautiful sound, so I named it Fengming.

The Holy King treasured it so much that he kept it by his side to watch it, wipe it, and play it, and slowly he was able to play several out-of-tune tunes.In the holy palace, the scriptures are chanted and sung every day, and the contents of the scriptures are gradually dissolved into the Xun sounds.

Weighing the two small things in his hands, he put away the Tianyin hammer, put the small black xun by his mouth and blew gently.The sound of Xun is deep and distant, simple and simple, and the sound touches the ears and shakes the soul.

In the middle of the night, there was a slight sound from outside the prison, the light of the knife flashed, the iron lock on the prison door fell to the ground with a bang, and a tall, handsome man in a white robe flashed into the prison, holding a short knife in his hand.Without saying a word, he grabbed the Sacred King's hand and walked out.

"Wait, who are you?" asked the Holy King.

He wanted to know who was risking the world to save him at this critical moment.You know, saving him at this time is tantamount to making an enemy of the Holy Palace, who will make trouble for himself!

The man didn't speak, seeing that the Holy King didn't leave, his face seemed a little anxious, and he was afraid of disturbing the guards outside, so a princess picked him up and left in a hurry.The visitor's arms were infinite, and his legs were extremely stable, and he walked like flying while holding him.

"..." The Holy King stared wide-eyed, looking at the heroic man in front of him in shock.

Leaning close to him, I felt that he was panting and cold unlike normal people.This person looked familiar, but for a while, he couldn't tell where he had seen him.

"Come here, come here. The Holy King has escaped..." In the prison, a guard shouted loudly.

"The Holy King has escaped..."

"Hurry up." Someone called.

For a moment, the shadows in the prison flickered, the sound of chasing, shouting, and the shadow of swords and swords.

The shouting soon attracted Yulang and Lin Feng, the masters of the West Temple.Yulang and Lin Feng are the top masters in the West Hall of the Snowy Sacred Palace. Under normal circumstances, they will not easily make three moves, which means that they can knock each other down within three moves.

The visitor carried the holy king and walked quickly, avoiding the back arrows and pursuit of the Drifting monks on the way.

In front of them stood two masters quietly.

Gently put down the Holy King and protect him behind him, the long sword in his left hand was unsheathed silently, and the short knife in his right hand was faintly held.

One side is with bare hands, and the other side is a single person with a sword and a dagger.

"Hero, let's go. Don't hurt yourself because of me. After all, I don't know who you are. You don't have to do this." The Holy King gently tugged on the lapel of the person who came.

The visitor glanced coldly at the Holy King, but still said nothing, took two steps back, pushed the Holy King aside, raised his sword and flew swiftly, striking at the two masters, the dagger circled around at the same time. Errenzhuan.

The two masters turned their fists into sword lights, and attacked from left to right.

The visitor closed his eyes coldly and listened to all directions. Suddenly, he made a sharp turn, the short knife flicked left and right and slashed horizontally. The long sword drew a big arc, and a sword light surrounded the three of them. .It only took two moves to subdue the two top masters of the Holy Palace!

Before the Holy King could see what was going on, the two masters fell to the ground with a bang.In the blink of an eye, it was over.

"Wow, hero, that's awesome. It's the first time I saw such a fast swordsman. How did you do it?" The Holy King looked around the visitor with a smile on his face, and said to himself: "You look very familiar, much like a friend of mine."

"Your friend?" The visitor turned around and said in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

"Your momentum and voice are a bit like Prince Desheng of Chiwu Kingdom." Sheng Wang said with a smile: "But you look different, he should be more handsome and colder than you."

Sheng Wang touched his bald head, as if he forgot that he was still in prison just now.

The visitor gently wiped away the blood on the sword, put the long sword back into its sheath, and put the short knife into the sleeve: "Which friend is important to you?"

The holy king looked at the stars in the sky: "Well, some people are always around but they are like a fleeting cloud, and some people can be remembered for a lifetime even though they only have a glimpse."

"Remember for a lifetime?" The visitor shuddered and asked back calmly.

"Yeah, it's like knowing each other in the previous life. Once you see it, you will never forget it." The Holy King responded softly.

The cold face of the visitor suddenly softened a lot, and he stared blankly at him for a while before turning around and walking forward.

"Hero, do you recognize me? Why do you want to save me?" The Holy King chased after him and asked.

"That's not your fault, you don't have to pay for it with your life." The visitor said.

"Are you referring to me revealing their inside story?" Sheng Wang's voice was a bit rough. Apart from Antai, he might be the first person in this world who believed in him on his side.

"Do you believe me?" The Holy King looked at his back.

"..." The visitor didn't reply.

"Hero, if you dare to ask about your name, thank you very much." The Holy King said as he rushed to the visitor and was about to salute.

"No need." The visitor didn't stop.

"Where is the hero going? You just rescued me from prison. If you don't take me with you, maybe the elders from the Holy Palace will come and you will save me again."

The visitor stopped when he heard the words, as if he was thinking about something: "What do you want?"

The holy king turned to him with a smile: "At least you have to take me with you and let me pass this time safely. A good man will do his best and send the Buddha to the west."

"You want to follow me?" The visitor kept his back intentionally or unintentionally.

The Holy King likes to look into other people's eyes and talk. He thinks that only by looking at the other person's words can he show his sincerity.

The visitor lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye. Whenever he saw the Holy King looking at him, he lowered his eyes or turned away.

"Sure, otherwise the sky is so big, I really don't know where to go?" Although the Holy King is a cheerful person, his eyes have become forbearing at this time.

"Okay, then you follow." The visitor lightly tossed a word and continued walking.

It was finally dawn, and the Holy King lay on the ground with his buttocks on the ground, holding his legs with his hands and rubbing the soles of his feet. After walking for half a night, he was tired: "Hero, can you rest for a while, I can't walk anymore."

The Holy King asked pitifully, not knowing whether he was playing tricks on purpose, or because he thought the hero was boring, and there was not even a single word of extraneous words along the way.

"Well... I have to hurry, it's too late, so, you wait for me here for a while..." The visitor left without waiting for the Holy King to reply.

"Hey, don't worry, I haven't asked who you are yet?" Sheng Dynasty shouted at his back.

"Is it true that masters come and go in such a hurry, and I didn't say no to leaving." He muttered to himself, took off his monk's shoes and socks, and gently rubbed the soles of his feet.

After a while, there was the sound of horseshoes in the distance, and when I looked up, I saw someone coming swiftly on a white horse.When he came to him, he stretched out his hand to pull him onto the horse.

"Go to the village in front of me and ride a horse, and the power will be used as a substitute for transportation." The visitor said.

The Holy King looked at him, touched his bald head, and hesitated a little: "Just a horse?"

"Well, there's only one." The man responded, and stretched out his hand again: "Come up."

The Holy King had no choice but to bite the bullet and took his hand and jumped onto the white horse.

The person who came was driving the horse rope, his hands seemed to be embracing the holy king in his arms, his legs were lightly clamped, and the horse retreated and galloped.

The Holy King felt uncomfortable all over, and it was even more awkward to be crowded with strangers, as if his body was covered with fleas.

"Hero, what's your name? You can't even know the name of your benefactor after saving a life?" The Holy King couldn't bear the dullness of the journey.

"Want to know?" the visitor asked.

"That's natural, the name of the savior must be remembered."

"Turn around." The man slowed down the horse.

The Holy King turned his head curiously, and the smile on his face froze again.

At some point, someone came and took off the leather on his face.