At dawn, Xuanzang and his party were placed in an open-air square.

This large square, a bit like an arena or a school ground, was surrounded by whole surrounds, with iron chains tied up around as railings, and the army was guarding... Although it was not as good as a prison, it was very tight. After all, facing the current team of a thousand people, this small Western Region country has no longer had enough prisons available.

In the palace, a civilian official hurried to the king and bowed and knelt down: "Report to your Majesty, the national magistrate is already outside the door."

The candles that had been burned all night, and the wax on the candlestick had dripped to the ground.

In the small hall, the old king raised his head a little drowsy, stared at the civil servant in front of him and said softly: "I'll invite the national teacher."

"promise."

The civil servant bowed and turned around and left.

"Hmph, he's finally here." The minister, who stood beside the white beard, looked very tough, said sternly: "He actually transferred all the guards guarding the palace and put His Majesty in danger. If this move really comes up, it's like a rebellion! Your Majesty, don't be arrogant anymore."

These words were very heavy, but the old king seemed to not care. He just couldn't stand it all night and his eyes were hazy and could not raise his mind.

Soon, the multi-eyed monster walked into the hall and bowed and said, "I have many-eyed monsters, please see Your Majesty."

Hearing this ▼The old king waved his hand quickly: "No gift, no gift."

The multi-eyed monster slowly let go of his hands and straightened his back. His expression seemed to have never made any mistakes.

The minister on the side couldn't help but was about to scold him sternly, but he saw that the old king was already quietly hinting that he should not speak too much. He had to shut up unwillingly.

After a moment of silence, the old king stroked his long beard and said, "Love Duomi. I heard that you transferred all my guards from you yesterday, is there any such thing?"

"This is indeed happening." The monster raised his head and said loudly: "It was because a demon monk came from the east and joined hands with some bandits to hurt the soldiers and generals who were patrolling the city. In order to prevent this demon monk from harming the people, I dared to borrow His Majesty's guards. Please forgive me."

He said, "Please forgive me for your crime", but the face of Duowei Monster was completely unsatisfied with guilt. For a moment, the ministers present became even more angry, clenched their fists one by one, and blue veins burst out.

It’s a pity that Duowei Monster didn’t take them seriously at all.

"So that's how it is." The old king breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What kind of demon monk is this demon monk? Do you know how to call the wind and rain? Now, can you take it down again?"

"Report to Your Majesty, you are just some people who are indifferent and vain." The multi-eyed monster didn't even look at the ministers, but just bowed slightly to the old king and said, "Your Majesty is so blessed with all the good fortunes of all the demon monks have been taken down by my order. Fortunately, the people have not suffered any harm, and they are now imprisoned in Taichung, Qiyun."

"Just take it down. Just take it down." The old king laughed: "Duomu's beloved minister has made great contributions again. I have no rewards."

"His Majesty……"

The minister was about to speak, but the old king waved his hand and stopped him.

He raised his hands and stretched his waist. During this period, he glanced at the ministers on both sides intentionally or unintentionally. The old king sighed softly: "Since the matter has been settled, all my dear friends will not sleep all night, so go back to rest early. Let's go back."

As he said that, regardless of what other ministers had to say, the old king had already stood up with the dragon desk and walked towards the back hall with the help of the left and right attendants.

For a moment, the ministers present looked at each other, their faces turned pale, but their eyes remained the same.

After a brief silence, he said with a look of strange eyes and expressionless face: "Your Majesty is tired, so you need to rest. Today's morning court will be spared, so you can go back home early to rest. If you have any important and urgent matters, you can hand over the memorial to me as usual. I will hand it over to Your Majesty."

All the ministers glared at him, but none of them dared to scold him in person.

After a long stalemate, the ministers left one by one, and there was only one person with many eyebrows left in the hall. Then he stroked his long beard and turned around and left.

...

At this time, under the scorching sun, the open-air square that imprisoned Xuanzang and others was silent.

Different from when I first started.

When Xuanzang first arrived at the quarry, the monks regarded him as a savior, believing that Xuanzang could save them from the sea of ​​suffering. After the army surrounded him, Xuanzang became a life-saving straw in the midst of the arrows.

However, being imprisoned now is a different situation.

The monks whispered, and gradually, they seemed to have realized that their bloody disaster and life and death disaster were all caused by Xuanzang and others. The eyes of Xuanzang changed a little, no longer the original heat, and there was a hint of resentment.

Of course, with Tianpeng and others here, no one dared to say it, but their behavior has told everyone the truth.

No one pestered Xuanzang and asked again. They even couldn't avoid Xuanzang's walk. Even if they sat cross-legged, they wanted to sit farther away.

The open-air square is round, surrounded by heavy troops, and iron chains are wrapped as railings for prisons. Although the monk in the middle is wearing shackles, he still maintains a certain degree of freedom.

What’s ridiculous is that unlike the scene in the quarry, in the quarry, they were entangled with Xuanzang one by one, wishing they could hold Xuanzang’s sleeves and hug Xuanzang’s thighs. Now...

Xuanzang sat cross-legged in one corner of the square, and the others squeezed to another corner, and for no reason the shape of a missing moon was formed in the square.

Xuanzang naturally saw all this, just lowered his eyebrows and said nothing. Under the scorching sun, his lips were all chapped.

Several other people in the team, Tianpeng, Rolling Blinds, and Black Bear Demon were still standing next to Xuanzang.

The little white dragon squatting beside him suddenly saw something, and he stood up and rushed towards the monks.

For a moment, the monks sitting in the front row were so scared that they rolled and crawled.

"You!" Standing in front of the monks, Xiao Bailong pointed to one of the people inside and said, "Give me some water."

The monks looked back one after another.

The monk hid among the crowd quickly stuffed the kettle in his hand into his sleeves and pretended not to hear it.

"Just say you, I saw it all. Give me the kettle."

The monk still pretended not to hear it and closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name.

The little white dragon suddenly became angry.

He jumped up and fell into the crowd.

The monks screamed and fled away in scattered, but the monk who covered the kettle in his sleeves still endured it motionlessly. When he found that everyone around him had fled, it was too late.

Little Bailong grabbed his sleeve and lifted him up from the ground.

"What are you...what are you going to do, what are you going to do?"

"Give me the water. It's okay for us. Master Xuanzang is an ordinary person. If you keep it like this, you will accidentally burn it to death!"

"Aren't you powerful? You will give him a drink! Don't rob me of water!"

"You're dead long ago without him! You won't even give him a sip of water?"

"Nonsense! Without him, we wouldn't have died so many people!"

With this shout, the open-air square, which was originally disturbed by the little white dragon, became quiet.

The monks looked at Xuanzang in some horror, looked at Tianpeng and others beside Xuanzang, and then looked back at the monk who was pressed to the ground by the little white dragon.

Xuanzang opened his eyes slightly and still said nothing.

The little white dragon looked at the monk who was restrained by him in amazement.

The monk also looked at the little white dragon in horror. After a while, he plucked up the courage to continue shouting: "Am I wrong? Before you came, although we had to perform labor service, we had no worries about our lives. After you came... it was only one day. One day... so many people died... My master died, and my junior brother died... Did I wrong?"

At this point, the monk was crying.

The people around them all shrank their necks nervously, not listening or watching, as if the monk's crying did not exist at all.

Xuanzang was still sitting quietly, looking at the monk who was overwhelmed by the little white dragon from afar, without saying a word. The eyes were full of helplessness.

Looking back at Xuanzang, the little white dragon hesitated for a moment, and finally rolled his eyes and pulled the kettle away from the monk's sleeve.

"Even if your father dies, this kettle must be handed over."

Holding the kettle, the little white dragon walked back step by step.

The monks dodged one after another.

Step by step, he turned on the kettle and handed it to Xuanzang's mouth: "Drink a little water, don't be shot to death by then, but you will be thirsty."

Xuanzang's eyes remained on the dying monk in the distance, and he was impressed.

After a while, he reached out to take the kettle from Xiao Bailong's hand and took it with the lid. However, he did not drink it, but twisted it back, holding the kettle and walked towards the monk step by step.

The little white dragon was stunned.

He watched Xuanzang pass through the place where the monks were sitting, and walked step by step to the monk who was lying on the ground, bowed and handed the kettle back.

The monk opened his eyes slightly and looked at Xuanzang. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should answer.

"Although this friend of mine is a little reckless, he has no malice. Please forgive me."

The monk grabbed the kettle from Xuanzang's hand, held it in his arms, and rolled and crawled to the distance.

Looking at his empty hands, Xuanzang stood up and walked back step by step.

"Are you stupid to recite the Buddha's name? I snatched it to you, and you returned it again?"

"Ao Lie, shut up!" Tian Peng, who was beside him, spoke.

With a scolding, the little white dragon had to shut his mouth unwillingly. He walked away for two steps, then turned around and muttered to himself: "I'm pointing at you and I can give my cousin some drinks. He is still injured... I didn't expect you..."

After gritting his teeth, the little white dragon sat next to Feng Jie with an angry look on his face.

Xuanzang looked at Zhujie, who was lying on the ground, and bowed slightly. Zhujie seemed to be willing to do so, and nodded to Xuanzang with difficulty.

...

"You have read this carefully?"

"Report to the national teacher, I saw it with my own eyes."

Hearing this, Duowei couldn't help but laugh.

For a moment, the three Taoist priests next to Duoyu Monster were all confused.

"Sir, you are..."

The general waved his hand with a smile on his face, and the general hurriedly stepped forward.

After a while of whisper, the general responded to the "No" and turned around and ran out of the hall.

After the general was taken away, Duomin said leisurely: "It's interesting, it's really interesting. Tianpeng and others left magic tricks on the weapons, so I couldn't take their weapons for a while. Since that's the case, let's change the way."

Looking at the three Taoist priests beside him, the multi-eyed monster whispered: "Give them water, only a little, and only to the monk who was originally imprisoned in the quarry." (To be continued...)

ps: Yes, thank you. I announced the newly applied WeChat public account this afternoon. I thought there should be not many people, so I could talk. As a result, there were so many people... Well, it was a bit fierce. After reading the records, I talked to more than 300 people in the afternoon...

In order to thank everyone for their support, Turtle will update some extras on WeChat public accounts from time to time in the future.ps: WeChat public account: jybsg2014 (Turtle is not a Turtle 2014) Thank you for your attention~
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