Chapter 119 The little white rabbit spoiled by the holy monk is the demon king 4
Chapter 119 The little white rabbit pampered by the holy monk is the demon king (4)
Jian Qisheng singled out one person from among the disciples.
The leader of Qingya Mountain smiled and said: "Junior brother has a good eye. Zeyang is the most talented among this generation of disciples. Although he has only been started for less than a month, he is quite intelligent."
The named young disciple was handsome and looked at Qi Sheng with a look full of admiration and restraint.
"Zeyang, are you willing to practice with your uncle, a junior disciple?"
"Zeyang is willing."
It was not until dusk that the sound of footsteps could be heard from the stone staircase in the cave.
Nan Xian immediately changed from sitting cross-legged to leaning lazily against the stone wall, his fingers gently poking and pressing on the soft yellow futon.
Qisheng sat farther away than yesterday as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.
Nan Xian: "...Uncle Master, you annoy me with your chanting. What's the point of such boring scriptures? Why don't I tell you some interesting stories?"
As expected, the other party didn't give any response.
Nan Xian raised the corners of his lips slightly and said to himself: "There was a little mouse who accidentally fell into a rice vat full of rice.
How could you let this flying little mouse go? So it regarded the rice vat as its nest. It slept in the rice vat every day when it was full, and ate when it was full.
Many days passed before I knew it, and the little mouse had never been anywhere except the rice vat. Sometimes it wanted to jump out of the rice vat, but when it saw the white rice in the rice vat, its mouth itched and it was reluctant to leave.
In this way, all the white rice in the rice vat was eaten by the little mouse. The little mouse was shocked to realize that the height from the bottom of the vat to the mouth of the vat was so difficult to reach.
What's even worse is that the little mouse that was full of food every day has become a big fat mouse. It has been inactive for a long time and has almost no jumping ability.
So the mouse starved to death in the rice vat."
Qi Sheng felt that the woman's voice was like a magic spell. Unknowingly, he was fascinated by it and read the scriptures wrongly in several places. In the darkness, his face turned red.
Fortunately, he was hidden in the darkness. Fortunately, the Demon King didn't know that he had read it wrong.
Nan Xian pursed her lips and chuckled. She already knew the scriptures of the Star Blue Ice Technique by heart. How could she not know that he had memorized five or six things wrongly?
But she still pretended not to know that the young monk was upset, and said delicately: "It seems that the young monk doesn't like to hear this kind of story. How about I change it to another one?"
"It is rumored that Tripitaka monk from Jibin practiced Alanruo asceticism.
One day, a grand fasting party was held in the temple. The gatekeeper saw that Monk Tripitaka was in tatters and refused to let him in.
Monk Sanzang tried several times but could not get in. He had no choice but to borrow gorgeous clothes from others, and then he was able to enter.
When he sat down, people offered him various delicacies, but Monk Tripitaka poured all the delicacies on his clothes. Everyone was puzzled and asked him why he did this.
Monk Sanzang replied: My clothes were in rags before, and others refused to let me in. It was only because I had changed into this set of good clothes that I could come in.
Now I can get these delicacies all because of these clothes, so let him eat them first."
Qi Sheng read six scriptures wrongly this time.
As long as you read one wrong part of a complicated and difficult-to-read scripture, it will have no effect.
Qi Sheng's fair and handsome face turned red, but he felt that the story told by the Demon King was really good. There seemed to be some philosophy in the story, so he was attracted to it involuntarily.
"Uncle Junior, you don't like to hear this story either." The Demon King didn't get a response and seemed a little distressed: "Then I'll tell you a more interesting one."
Qi Sheng couldn't help but hold his breath.
The demon king's voice is lazy and moving, as attractive as the stories she tells.
When he was young, he could see ghosts and was weak and sick. He never left the house. Later, his parents sent him to Qingya Mountain, and he never left the mountain.
He had never heard such an interesting story.
"There was a white snake spirit who was saved from the mouth of a black hawk by an old man named Xu.
In order to repay the Xu family's life-saving grace, the White Snake Spirit practiced for thousands of years, transformed into a human form, and met Xu Xian, a descendant of the Xu family, in the West Lake.
Xu Xian also felt that the white snake was gentle and beautiful, so he married her. However, there were many twists and turns after the marriage. Monk Fahai of Jinshan Temple told Xu Xian that his wife was a snake demon.
Xu Xian was doubtful and asked the white snake to drink wine with realgar on the Dragon Boat Festival according to what monk Fahai said. The white snake had no choice but to show its original shape, and Xu Xian was frightened to death by the white snake on the spot.
In order to save her husband Xu Xian, White Snake went to heaven to steal the celestial grass Ganoderma lucidum and revive Xu Xian. However, Fahai deceived Xu Xian and put him under house arrest in Jinshan Temple.
In order to save her husband, White Snake and her sister Green Snake fought with Fahai and flooded Jinshan Temple. In the end, they violated the rules of heaven and gave birth to a child with Xu Xian, who was taken into the alms bowl by Fahai.
Suppressed under Leifeng Pagoda."
After Nan Xian finished speaking, he sighed: "Little Master Uncle, are humans and monsters really intolerable together?
If Fahai hadn't interfered, White Snake wouldn't have flooded Jinshan Temple and harmed so many living beings. She just wants her husband back, is she wrong?"
I don't know when the sound of scriptures stopped. Just when Nanxian thought that the other party would not speak, a gentle and embarrassed voice sounded in the dark and silent cave.
"Almsgiver, the melon that is forced is not sweet. Mr. Yu has passed away. You should let it go."
Nan Xian was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
The woman's laughter was clear and crisp, like a wind chime swaying in the wind, jingling and tinkling, very pleasant to the ear.
If he hadn't recited the scriptures incorrectly several times today and the task had not been completed, Qi Sheng couldn't help but want to run away again.
"You...why are you laughing?"
Nan Xian laughed for a while, then curled his lips and looked at Qi Sheng, who was shrouded in darkness: "I laugh at you, a monk, for calling 'donor' so inappropriately.
You want to save me and make me let go of my feelings, so let me ask you, have you ever loved anyone?"
In the darkness, there was silence.
Nan Xian smiled in that direction, charming and enchanting.
"If I love that person, even the twisted melon is sweet; if I don't love that person, the melon will grow legs and run in front of me, and I will feel bitter.
Now, little monk, while you are still alive, instead of chanting sutras every day and keeping your mind calm, why don't you try to do something interesting, such as... falling in love with the Demon King?"
"If your heart is as clear as ice, you won't be surprised if the sky falls."
The ever-changing situation is still stable, and the spirit is refreshing and calm..."
Qi Sheng murmured the Art of Clearing the Heart, but suddenly the demon king's charming and smiling face appeared in his mind. He was startled and opened his eyes with sweat dripping from his forehead.
"You, you... please stop making trouble. All your life, you just want to practice cultivation and not enter the world of mortals."
"That's a pity," Nan Xian sighed regretfully, "I don't want to twist the melon, but I don't want to do it. I wonder what it would be like to twist the melon off, little uncle?"
Qi Sheng's heart skipped a beat, he realized that the witch was just a witch, sharp-tongued and full of tricks!
He couldn't help but worry that if it were Zeyang who came to transform the demon king, would Zeyang be able to stick to his true heart amidst the demon girl's eloquent words?
"Uncle Master, don't you practitioners who help the world and save people have the world in mind? Why don't you do a good deed and accept me, a demon girl, to save all people from the fire and water?
Or am I not good-looking enough to catch your eye?