Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Chapter 119 The little white rabbit pampered by the holy monk is the demon king (4)

Jian Jisheng selected one person from among the disciples.

The head of Qingya Mountain said with a smile: "Junior brother has a good vision, Zeyang is the most talented among this group of disciples, although he has only been in the field for less than a month, he has quite a lot of wisdom."

The little disciple who was named had delicate features and eyes, and his eyes were full of admiration and restraint when looking at the new student.

"Zeyang, would you like to practice with your apprentice uncle?"

"Zeyang is willing."

It was not until evening that footsteps could be heard from the stone ladder in the cave.

Nan Xian immediately changed from sitting cross-legged to leaning crookedly and lazily against the stone wall, her fingers gently poking and pressing on the soft yellow futon.

Period students sit farther away than yesterday like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

Nan Xian: "...Little Martial Uncle, I am so annoyed by your chanting. What's the point of such boring scriptures? Why don't I tell you some interesting stories?"

As expected, there was no response from the other party.

The corners of Nan Xian's lips twitched slightly, and he said to himself: "There is a little mouse, it accidentally fell into the rice jar full of rice.

How can this little mouse of good fortune that comes flying be let go?So it regards this rice jar as a nest, and eats and sleeps in the rice jar every day, and eats when it is full.

Unknowingly, many days have passed, and the little mouse has never been anywhere except the rice vat. Sometimes it wants to jump out of the rice vat, but when it sees the white rice in the rice vat, its mouth is itchy, and it is reluctant to leave.

In this way, the white rice in the rice jar was eaten up by the little mouse, and the little mouse realized that the height from the bottom of the jar to the mouth of the jar was so unattainable.

What's more terrible is that the little mouse that is full every day has become a big fat mouse. It has been inactive for a long time, and it has almost no jumping ability.

So the mouse starved to death in the rice jar. "

Qi Sheng felt that the woman's voice was like a spell, and he was fascinated by it before he knew it, and he also read several scriptures wrongly. In the dark, his face was flushed.

Fortunately, he was hidden in the dark, and fortunately, the demon king didn't know that he had read wrongly.

Nan Xian pursed her lips and chuckled, she was already familiar with the scriptures of Xingchen Lanbing Kung Fu, how could she not know that he had memorized five or six mistakes?

But she still pretended not to know that the little monk was disturbed, and said coquettishly: "It seems that my uncle doesn't like to hear this kind of story, so shall I change it?"

"It is rumored that the Sanzang monk of Gu Bin practiced the ascetic practice of Alan Ruo.

One day, a grand feast was being held in the temple. The monks guarding the gate saw that monk Sanzang's clothes were torn and refused to let him in.

Monk Sanzang tried several times but couldn't get in. He had no choice but to borrow gorgeous clothes from others, and then he was able to get in.

After he sat down, people offered him all kinds of delicacies, but the monk Sanzang poured all the delicacies on his clothes. Everyone was puzzled and asked him why he did this?
Monk Sanzang replied: I used to have ragged clothes, and others refused to let me in, but I was able to come in only because I changed into this set of good clothes.

Now I can get these delicacies because of this clothes, so let it eat first. "

Qisheng read six scriptures wrongly this time.

As long as one mispronounced a complicated scripture is wrong, it will have no effect.

Qi Sheng's fair-skinned handsome face was blushing, but he felt that the story told by the demon king was really good, and there seemed to be some philosophy in the story, so he couldn't help being attracted to him.

"Little uncle, you don't like to hear this story." The demon king didn't get a response, and seemed a little distressed: "Then let me tell you something more interesting."

Shi Sheng involuntarily held 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, he was weak and sick, and he never went out of the house. Later, he was sent to Qingya Mountain by his parents, and he never stepped out of the mountain gate.

He had never heard such an interesting story.

"There is a white snake spirit, who was once rescued from the mouth of a black eagle by an old man surnamed Xu.

In order to repay the Xu family's life-saving grace, the white snake practiced for thousands of years, turned 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 marriage. The monk Fahai of Jinshan Temple told Xu Xian that his wife was a snake demon.

Xu Xian was skeptical, and according to what Monk Fahai said, he let the white snake drink realgar wine on the Dragon Boat Festival. The white snake had 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, the white snake went to heaven to steal the celestial grass Ganoderma lucidum and rescue Xu Xian.But Fahai deceived Xu Xian to Jinshan Temple for house arrest.

In order to save her husband, White Snake and her sister Green Snake fought against Fahai together, flooding Jinshan Temple, and finally violated the rules of heaven. After giving birth to a child with Xu Xian, they were put in Fahai's bowl.

It was suppressed under the Leifeng Pagoda. "

After Nan Xian finished speaking quietly, she sighed in a tone of voice: "Little uncle, is it true that the heaven and the earth do not allow humans and monsters to be together?

If it wasn't for Fahai's interference, the White Snake would not have flooded Jinshan Temple and hurt so many creatures. She just wanted to get back her husband. Was she wrong? "

The sound of scriptures stopped at some point, just when Nan Xian thought that the other party would not speak, a warm and distressed voice sounded in the dark and silent cave.

"Benefactor, twisted melons are not sweet. Mr. Yu has passed away, so you can put it down too."

Nan Xian was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

The woman's laughter was crisp and clear, like wind chimes shaking in the wind, tinkling and pleasing to the ear.

If it wasn't for reading the scriptures wrong several times today, and the task was not completed, Qi Sheng couldn't help but want to run away again.

"You...what are you laughing at?"

Nan Xian smiled for a while, and bent his lips to look at Qi Sheng, who was shrouded in darkness: "I laugh at you, a monk, for calling 'Benefactor' so unprincipled.

You want to save me and let me let go of my feelings, then let me ask you, have you ever loved someone? "

In the dark, there was no sound.

Nan Xian smiled in that direction, charming and enchanting.

"If I love that person, a twisted melon is sweet, but if I don't love that person, the melon will grow legs and run in front of me, and I will feel bitter.

Hey, little monk, in this world, don’t chant scriptures every day, and your heart is as calm as water. Do you want to try to do something interesting, such as... falling in love with the demon king? "

"If the heart is clear, the sky will not be shocked
Everything is changing, and the spirit is calm..."

Qi Sheng murmured the formula of clearing the heart, but suddenly the face of the demon king appeared in his mind, and he was startled, and opened his eyes dripping with sweat.

"You...you don't want to make trouble, you only want to practice in life, not to 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 don't know what it feels like to twist the melon forcibly?"

Qi Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that the witch is just a witch, eloquent and full of tricks!

He couldn't help worrying that if Ze Yang was to convert the demon king, would Ze Yang be able to stick to his heart in the eloquent words of the demon girl?
"Little uncle, don't you practitioners who help the world and save people have the world in mind? Why don't you do good deeds, accept me as a witch, and save the people from suffering?
Or am I not good-looking, so I can't catch your eyes?
......"

(End of this chapter)