Small country with few people

The emperor left and said that he would go to the Bodhi Cave to realize Taoism, and he would never return to Beijing until he became a saint.

The king gave him a poem: If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening.

But due to various reasons, it was not sent to the emperor.

This must be the flag that there is no fate.

This king has already seen the end.

Send you a romance that has nothing to do with love.

The king will wait for the emperor's happiness, so as long as the emperor is happy, that's all.

What?The emperor was originally very happy to have the opportunity to leave his name in history, but was destroyed by this king?

Ridiculous, how happy is life without the appearance of this king!

Since then, the emperor has firmly embarked on the broad road of rebelling against the King of Su, and has never looked back.

The king has already fainted on the toilet.

Why does this king want to hurt the emperor?

This king's becoming a single dog is all caused by this king himself, and has nothing to do with others.

Although he comforted himself so much, the king was still slightly sad.

The emperor's uncle still gave me the title of champion, but I was not happy at all, because the emperor and teachers didn't look at me anymore.He wore a pair of trousers with the general and King Ning, and had a great time, but he didn't bring the king with him!

The king decided to live in the temple for a few days, clean up and pay homage to his first love who died young.

"Yushu, you go with this king, remember to bring the chef Hong from the kitchen with you, this king can't do without his braised pork."

"How many beauties do you want to bring with you? I heard that there are new beauties from Persia in the Halo Moon Tower."

The king doesn't want to care about why she, a married woman, looks like a weasel who stole a chicken when she mentions Xiaoguanlou, "How can this king like those vulgar fans."

The king and Yushu went to Huangjue Temple, the most popular place in the capital, to fast. Many great monks looked at the king and shook their heads frequently. What's wrong?This king didn't eat your vegetables and tofu again!

Finally, the aroma of my stewed pork with braised pork and spicy Sichuan hotpot attracted the young monk who lived next door, pointed at my charming nose and complained, "How can the benefactor eat alone!"

This king thinks he is too naive!I really believe that the one who lives in the temple is a real monk with pure six roots!

A group of wine and meat monks who try to sell dog meat.

Benwang greeted the young monk very happily: "Come and eat together, I see you are so thin, your face is sunken."

In fact, the little monk looks very cute, but he is a little younger.

Ben Wang doesn't like small ones.

Ugh.

Before the meat was finished, the little bald head was holding the suckling pig and was enjoying eating, when someone knocked on the door.

Switch to King Su mode in one second: "Come in."

A monk wearing a red monk's robe embroidered with silver thread stood at the door. Behind him was the golden wheel reflecting the sun on the top of the Huangjue Temple. There was a red mole between his eyebrows. He was born with Buddha nature. The king's dry soul seemed to be poured into a clear spring.

My king has decided to take refuge in my Buddha at this very moment.

Commander Han, and Emperor Shi, I must apologize to you, because I treat my new lover like first love.

Ben Wang's new first love waved to the slick little master, "Min'er, come here, let me find it easier for you."

For a moment, the king was as excited as the king of the daughter country when he saw Tang Yudi, who was going to the west to seek the scriptures, for the first time.

No wonder the Three Wu sects want to exterminate the Buddha. How can such a beautiful woman be ordained?

If the holy monk wants to reject the king with the reason that the monks are all empty, the king will follow the example of the three martial arts and one sect and seal the Huangjue Temple.

If you don't obey this king, this king will destroy the monk.

But you have to become the emperor first - thinking about it this way, this king is very motivated to seek to usurp the throne!

Very good, the king has found another reason to rebel.

The king thought regretfully, if the holy monk had long black hair, what a touching beauty it would be.

Everyone has the desire to love beauty, as a man of sex who loves beauty, this king stopped the holy monk righteously, "Master, please slow down." This king is willing to accompany you to the Western Paradise to learn Buddhist scriptures!

As for whether there will be some unspeakable secrets on the way to learn the scriptures.

May I ask Master if he has a plan to learn scriptures from the West?

What do you say about royal power and wealth, what do you fear about royal power and wealth, you ask me if this king is beautiful~~~Is this king beautiful~~

Holy monk, do you want to see the national treasure of your country?

Then the holy monk opened the curtain, Wang Yu｜body horizontal｜Chen, infinitely shy, only covered with a looming red gauze, the holy monk also only wore a black gauze, and naked｜body girth｜skirt There are similarities in the same purpose...

Ouch, this king is even afraid of himself when he gets up YY.

When the king's inner drama continued like a torrential river, the holy monk was looking at him suspiciously, "What is the prince thinking?"

One of the great advantages of this king is that no matter how wretched he is in his heart, he is upright on the surface.

Because this king has changed from the ninth master to the fourth master, but this king is still the ninth master in the fourth master's skin.

"This king is thinking that he has never seen the master before."

The holy monk smiled slightly, and all the Gesang flowers bloomed immediately, "The poor monk lives behind the prince's courtyard. The prince has been staying at home these days and devoted himself to studying Buddhism. He must have never met the little monk."

When did this king's beauty radar fail so badly that even such beauties could not be sensed next door, it shouldn't be.

The king's nonchalant cliché, "I don't know the master's dharma name?"

"The poor monk's bright mirror." He touched the little monk's bald head and reproached him, "This is my disciple Min'er, Min'er, why are you disturbing the prince's cultivation?"

Ben Wang looked at the table full of big fish and meat, and the Yushu who was snoring and wearing gold and silver on the collapsed table, and suddenly felt ashamed.

But the holy monk acted as if he hadn't seen it, and smiled like a spring breeze. This king has never seen someone who can smile so beautifully, full of holy breath, "The little monk will not bother you, Min'er, let's go."

"Send it to the master."

Ever since I found out that there is a holy monk who does not eat human fireworks and lives next door to this king, this king is like a goblin on the westbound road who knows that Jin Chanzi's reincarnated elder brother is coming. Touching Ben Wang's face, "Look at you, you've lost weight."

The belt is getting wider and I don't regret it, and I am haggard because of Yixiao, "This king is hurt by lovesickness."

How many goblins who coveted the beauty of the holy monk in the 81 disaster did not end well, what should I do?

Could it really make the duck in hand fly?

"The prince rests for a while, and let the servants seduce the holy monk." Yushu took a sip of tea, looking as if she would catch the holy monk as soon as she made a move.

Ben Wang jumped up from his chair in surprise, "What can you do!"

Yushu smiled mysteriously, "The secret must not be revealed."

Yushu went out, and the king waited hopelessly.

In the afternoon, a Sanskrit-like voice came from outside the king's humble house, "Is Lord Su there?"

Ben Wang made the bed, pulled down the bamboo curtains, and said loudly, "Xiao Wang is here."

The holy monk's face was full of joy, and he walked towards the king, "This poem reveals the Buddha, the jade benefactor said that the prince wrote it to the poor monk."

Seeing that there was no strangeness in the eyes of the holy monk, the king thought that the bed was made for nothing and the curtains were drawn.

This king took the paper from the holy monk's hand and looked at it——

The holy monk read: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust." The more I read it, the more joyful I am. It suddenly became clear, as if the patriarch Mengdama had empowered me, thank you, my lord!"

You simply say that you are going to become a Buddha.

The king's heart is ashamed.

The holy monk said: "The prince can write Bodhi poems, which shows that he is a Buddha-nature. Would you like to talk with the poor monk at night by candlelight and understand the supreme Buddha Dharma?"

Talking at night by candlelight?day and night?Lonely and widowed?Dry firewood?

A golden road appeared in front of the king.

The king wiped his saliva, "The king obeys."

The holy monk smiled and said: "Then tonight, the little monk will keep the door for the prince. I hope the prince will definitely come."

"sure."

The holy monk left, the king looked at his back, lean and powerful waist, straight long legs, electric motor buttocks... swallowed hard.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, there is no color and no emptiness, there is no form and no calamity, everything in the world is like dew and electricity, so I heard it, like a dream bubble, this king decided to go back and change a pair of underwear first.

that night

On the top of willows on the moon, after dusk, the king gently pushed the door open, and the door was unlocked, and the sound of knocking on wooden fish came from the hut dozens of steps away, and the king's heart was suspended, an unprecedented excitement Feeling welling up in my heart.

"The king is here."

Inside the house, the holy monk was wearing only a crescent white tunic, with bare feet, sitting on the futon, knocking on the wooden fish, the moon was low, and shone on the floor through the window, filling the room with brilliance, and the shining moonlight cast On the holy monk.

At this moment, this king is full of blasphemy.

"The poor monk has been waiting for a long time."

A little bit of strangeness was suppressed by the beauty in front of him, and the king sat down in front of the holy monk in a dignified manner. The candlelight was straight and straight, illuminating the slender eyelashes of the holy monk, casting a small numb shadow.

Watching girls under candles is the most moving... The person who said this must have never tried watching holy monks at night!

"The king is waiting to hear the wise words of the master."

The holy monk smiled slightly, took off the prayer beads, and held the king's hand, ah ah ah ah! ! !The monk's hands are so white and slippery!The holy monk tied the beads on the king's wrist.

"The prince speaks quickly, so the poor monk will not hide it." The holy monk's momentum suddenly changed, "The poor monk called the prince to discuss important issues! Now the court is corrupt and the emperor is fatuous! Corrupt officials are rampant. The people’s grievances are boiling, and just waiting for an order, all parts of the country will rise up! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it is the best time for us to restore the country!"

The heart was boiling with the holy monk's words, and the king was dumbfounded when he heard it.

The holy monk breathed a sigh of relief, "The poor monk is excited. When the time comes, the Ming family will be restored. The poor monk is willing to give up half of the country and share the world with King Su!"

The holy monk wants to be the king's queen? ? ?

No, now is not the time to think about such things, "The holy monk wants to... rebel?"

The holy monk said: "At this time, the prince still refuses to tell the truth to the poor monk. It really is the one who has achieved great things. There are no secrets. The poor monk is the Ming third prince of the Ming family in the previous dynasty, Ming Jing."

The holy monk put the Buddhist poems written by the king on the table, "The bright mirror is not a stand. The prince told the name of the poor monk. The prince has long known the true identity of the poor monk, so he came to Huangjue Temple on the grounds of Qingxiu, isn't it just to Formed an alliance with the poor monk, but the poor monk didn't notice it until the jade benefactor came."

Wait, what the hell did that old woman in Yushu do? !

"The benefactor Yu said, the prince wants to be as good as Qin Jin with the little monk. From then on, I have you, and you have me... and wrote a poem, Bodhi has no tree, meaning that the current court is like a castle in the air, like a tree without roots , as long as you throw a stone into it, it will break the illusion; the mirror is not a platform, one is to say the name of the monk, and the other is to say that the monk is not a thing in the pool, and one day he will turn into a dragon when he encounters a storm; the last two sentences are even more wonderful, There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust, saying that the little monk’s heart is not in the Buddha, why waste his life here, the little monk wakes up like a dream, and he is slapped, he has already contacted my elders! Let’s join in the grand event!"

The king was dumbfounded. The holy monk, oh, no, it was the third prince of the former Ming Dynasty. He paused and said, "There are no more than five people in the whole world who know the identity of the little monk. It is impossible for everyone to betray the little monk. These few days, the little monk has let everyone know." People searched all over how the prince found out the identity of the little monk, but found nothing, the prince's strategy really shocked the little monk..."

Wait a minute, holy monk, wait a while before you break your heart!

This king really just wants to write love poems to hook you up!Because you are a monk, you chose a Buddhist poem that can move you!

Can anyone tell me why things turned out like this?

Now this king wants to return the Bodhi poem and replace it with golden wind and jade dew. Once we meet again, it will win, but there are countless things in the world, can't we?

Waiting online, very anxious.

After coming back from the holy monk, the king was in a trance for several days, Yushu said in a particularly ambiguous way: "Why, my lord, do you want me to cook some tiger penis soup for you?"

Hey, the ruling class is good at this. All the cherished and protected animals are as edible as chickens, ducks and geese.

This king urgently needs a bowl of regret soup now.

Speaking of which, why did the king come to Huangjue Temple to clean up?

Ben Wang looked at the blue sky and couldn't think of a reason.

It wasn't until I returned to King Su's mansion that this king suddenly remembered that he had escaped from the world for his first love who died young. This king's first love...who is it?

"My lord, next month will be the Queen Mother's [-]th birthday. Have you thought about what to give?"

This king's stepmother, side concubine Xu walked over with fluttering robes.

"Choose valuable, expensive, and rare ones to give away." On weekdays, the king gave gifts out of his own mind, giving full ears of rice and grains, telling the emperor that everyone under his rule lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the fields were full of grain. The ministers all praised the emperor as a wise emperor through the ages, and when the emperor was happy, the rewards were continuously sent to King Su's mansion, and the king's goal was achieved.

But a while ago, the crown prince just sent Commander Han to send a stack of gold tickets, and now the king is rich and powerful.

The empress dowager's [-]th birthday was held extremely grandly, and this king guessed that it was so extravagant because there was no [-]th birthday to celebrate.

This king was fortunate enough to see how extravagant a real royal banquet is.

Just return Mingjun like this, and I want to be the king of such a Mingjun.

It would be strange if the country did not perish.

The former pilgrim monks are plotting to rebel, and these people are still dreaming and dying.

Seeing that the king is burning, he wants to drag the old emperor from the dragon chair with two concubines in his twenties, and slap him twice.

But this king hasn't lived enough. If he really does this, he won't be able to be the regent in the future.

The king had no choice but to turn his grief and anger into appetite, and his belly bulged after a while.

The court ladies and geisha in the song and dance workshop are performing dances, butterflies flutter through flowers and fall, and feathers and colorful clothes move the purple city.

"Good poetry, Lord Su's talent is really extraordinary."