Chapter 118 The little white rabbit spoiled by the holy monk is the demon king 3
Chapter 118 The little white rabbit pampered by the holy monk is the demon king (3)
Qisheng hugged Yuan Shouyi, eliminated distracting thoughts in his mind, kept his mind pure, and did not answer Nan Xian's questions again. His beautiful lips were slightly pursed, and the obscure and complicated scriptures were silently recited from his mouth.
Even if Nan Xian talked to him like this, he would still be indifferent.
After reading the scriptures, Qi Sheng opened his eyes and was about to leave. There was no movement at all in the prison. He finally stopped and frowned and looked at the clothes in the prison.
After struggling for a while, I finally walked over.
The girl had red lips and white teeth, black hair like a waterfall, and a small face with a snow-white face. She looked harmless, like the little white rabbit he picked up, and not at all like the cruel demon king in the legend.
He looked a little fascinated.
Monk Yi was suddenly caught by the demon king who was pretending to be sleeping. The other person's eyes were watery and he said with a sly smile: "Haha, I caught you.
Well, you saw me, can you tell me now why you didn’t want to open your eyes and look at me just now?”
Unexpectedly, the girl was pretending to sleep. Qi Sheng was so frightened that he staggered back, but he almost fell down because the demon king grabbed his monk's clothes.
In the end, he actually held on to the iron rod and bent down to look at the girl's eye level.
There was a "bang" in my head and a white light flashed through my head.
Her delicate and tender face turned crimson as she was stared at by the Demon King.
Due to the accident, there was only a prison iron bar between them, and their breathing could be heard.
Nan Xian looked at the young monk's red cheeks and couldn't help teasing: "Qi Sheng, you are blushing. You are not a serious young monk."
Qi Sheng stumbled out of the cave where the demon king was imprisoned.
When the disciples of Qingya Mountain saw the frightened Master Qisheng, they all thought that the demon king was so powerful that even Master Qisheng couldn't suppress it.
"Senior brother, I...I don't want to go to the Demon King again tomorrow."
The head of Qingya Mountain just ordered his disciples to send Master Yu's body to the Wen Mansion in the capital, and he was anxiously thinking about the follow-up issue of Wen Mansion's accountability.
Suddenly, he saw his junior brother, who had never changed his expression, hurried in and spoke in an urgent tone. He was stunned and poured a cup of tea for Qi Sheng: "Junior brother, sit down and say?
What happened?"
Qi Sheng murmured for a while, then his expression changed and he said, "I saw her face."
"Pfft--" The leader spit out a mouthful of hot tea.
"Junior brother", the leader took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, looking intently at his handsome little junior brother: "Is this true?"
"Um."
"Then it seems that you can no longer have any more contact with the demon king." The leader sighed quietly: "But the only one in Qingya Mountain who knows the star blue ice technique is my junior brother. What should we do?"
"Senior brother selects an outstanding disciple and I teach him that although the technique is difficult, as long as he studies hard and practices hard, he can achieve success in ten and a half months."
The leader pondered for a moment: "Okay, leave this matter to me, but in the meantime, I'm afraid my junior brother will still need to worry more.
Although the demon king has lost her demon power now, she has devoured the demon elixir of the previous demon king after all. If the violent demon energy in her body cannot be purified, there is no guarantee that the demon king will not cause harm to the world one day!
The strength of the two demon generals under her should not be underestimated. Qingya Mountain can only keep the demon king for a short time. It is better to purify the violent demon energy in the demon king's body as soon as possible to avoid long nights and dreams."
"Yes." Qi Sheng's eyes were firm and filled with compassion for all sentient beings: "Tomorrow I will continue to transform the demon king until the new disciples learn the Star Blue Ice Technique."
The headmaster showed satisfaction: "Thank you, junior brother.
Later, I will order someone to send the list of talented disciples in the sect to the junior brother's residence, and tomorrow the junior brother will come in person to select the disciples he likes."
"good!"
The two brothers chatted briefly for a while, and the master left him to finish his meal before leaving. Qi Sheng remembered that the rabbits at home had not been fed yet, so he stood up and left.
In the dungeon, Nan Xian, a student with a thorn in Qi Sheng's mind who did not study well, was sitting cross-legged, making the same gesture with his hands and resting on his knees.
If Qi Sheng was still in the dungeon at this time, he would definitely be able to tell that the verses read out by the Demon King were the Star Blue Ice Technique verses that he silently recited not long ago.
This set of scriptures is obscure and difficult to understand, and the language is difficult to read and difficult to pronounce. Apart from transforming the evil thoughts and violent thoughts in the hearts of humans and demons, it has no other practical uses.
Therefore, in the entire Qingya Mountain, only Jisheng, who is well-read and has an outstanding memory, can recite this sutra completely silently and make it exert its purifying effect.
No one would have thought that the Demon King could recite it by heart after just listening to it a few times.
Nan Xian pretended to be asleep at that time, but in fact he was silently memorizing every sentence Qi Sheng said.
She really doesn't want to be in a passive situation like the previous one!
The previous dimension euphemistically called her the boss of the game, but every night, her consciousness would be occupied by the original owner, and her body would lose control.
The next day, birds chirped in the mountains.
Nan Xian yawned, tilted his head and leaned against the cold mountain wall and squinted for a while, looking straight at the entrance to the cave's stone steps.
There was a glimmer of light there.
But the young monk who fled yesterday has not come yet.
Nan Xian was a little troubled, so he pulled Qixi out and chatted: "He won't come, right?
No, is my face ugly? Why was he so scared yesterday?
This shabby place doesn’t even have a mirror! No one brought breakfast!”
[Host, you are a demon, you don’t need to work.]
"Oh, I forgot." Nan Xian leaned back and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Qixi, did you answer one less question?"
【Well, you are not ugly, you are beautiful!】
"You mean, I ran away from this beauty? Do you blame me?"
[Ahem, the target was not scared away by the host’s face. 】
Nan Xian raised his eyebrows lightly.
[It’s like this. Qi Sheng, the target of the strategy, could see some unclean things since he was a child, so he suffered from all kinds of diseases. Later, his family was inspired by a wandering Taoist priest and sent him to Qingya Mountain.
After arriving at Qingya Mountain, Qi Sheng recovered from his illness, and because of his outstanding talent, he was accepted as a closed disciple by the previous head of Qingya Mountain.
The relationship with Buddha is very deep, and Bodhisattva and immortals often come into his dreams. When he was 15 years old, he had a dream in which an immortal told him that he would abandon the path and return to secular life for the first woman he saw after tonight.
No wonder he was so scared!
The corner of Nan Xian's lips curled up slightly: "Then the immortal is pretty good, wasn't I just here to seduce the young monk to break his precepts and return to secular life?"
Here, the student who was selecting the "successor of the Demon King" sneezed for no reason!
A group of disciples looked blankly at the handsome-faced Master: "Uncle Qisheng, have you caught a cold?"
"It's okay," Qi Sheng said with a gentle smile, "Maybe the wind hit the new house I built for Guaiguai last night. It's okay. I can go to the kitchen to make a bowl of ginger soup later."
"Good boy?" All the disciples looked at each other, and Master Qisheng changed the name of the rabbit again...
"Ah, Guaguai, I called it Xiaobai, but it didn't respond to me in vain. Maybe it didn't like the name, so I gave it a new name - Bai Guaguai.
Next time you try calling it "good boy", "Bai baby", and it will let you hold it."