Chapter 1141: The Poor Monk Comes to Ask for a Bowl of Rice
In the distance, the monk of the Eight Directions heard the sound of the woman screaming and crying, and silently wrote down a note in his "merit book", which was the third hundred and one person he left the Futu Pagoda to "cross".
At the gate of the Snake King's city, the monk from all directions stopped, folded his hands, and politely said to the soldiers guarding the door: "The poor monk traveled all over the world, and heard that the snake queen recruited heroes from all over the world, and the poor monk came to see the snake queen. ”
He was handsome and extraordinary, dressed in a white monk's robe, looking like a fairy-like man, and the soldier immediately folded his hands respectfully and said, "Please wait a moment, Master." With that, the soldier turned and went to the Serpent King's palace.
In the hall of the Snake King's Palace, Su Gu is reviewing the chapters sent from all over the Snake Clan, the Snake Clan and the Toad Clan have a dispute at the junction, when the Snake Clan was in power, the Toad Clan ceded the wasteland of the northern Xinjiang to the Snake Clan, after the Snake Clan was not there, the Toad Clan took the opportunity to occupy the wasteland, and now Su Gu revitalized the Snake Clan, and the people of the Snake Clan in the Northern Xinjiang recaptured the wasteland, so there was a dispute with the Toad Clan.
Trivial things like this keep coming from all directions, every day it seems that there are endless pieces of music, Su Gu reviews these chapters, and thinks of what kind of patience he had at the beginning, so that he could manage the messy demon world in an orderly manner.
She held her forehead with a headache, and the soldiers outside the door came in, knelt down and saluted, and said, "Niangniang, there is a mage outside the door who asks to see you." ”
"Mage?" Su Gu looked up and said, "Please come in." ”
The soldier turned around and went out, and after a while, the monk from the eight directions was brought in by the soldier.
Walking into the council hall, he folded his hands, saluted her, and said, "The poor monk has seen Niangniang in all directions. ”
Su Gu glanced at him and frowned.
The monk in front of him, although he was dressed like a fairy wind and bones, but his body was a bad aura that was difficult to hide.
This mage is not a human being at all, and he is not a good person at all.
Su Gu leaned back, lowered his eyes and looked at the eight-sided monk of His Highness, and said, "The mage came from afar, why did he come to my Snake King's Palace?"
The monk from all directions said: "The poor monk came to find the mother to mix a bite of food." ”
Su Gu laughed quietly and said, "With the mage's ability, there will be less food to eat?"
The Bafang monk smiled slightly and said, "The poor monk only eats what he wants to eat, such as the rice in the Niangniang's bowl, and the poor monk likes it very much." ”
Su Gu touched the chair under his hand and said, "What's the matter, the mage is also interested in power?"
The monk of the eight directions said: "In this world, who is not greedy for power? The poor monk is just greedy and open, for the mother, only the person who can be eternal and the waste that can not be used, the poor monk is not talented, it is precisely the one who can help the mother." ”
Su Gu felt that it was interesting and said: "The deity has seen many monks, but I have never seen it like you, what can the mage's help do with the deity?"
The Bafang monk said: "I can help Niangniang's wish come true, not to mention the rights of this demon world, even if it is the right of this world, the poor monks can take it for Niangniang." ”
Su Gu looked at him lazily and said in a cold voice: "The mage's openness is indeed frank enough. If you want to stay by the side of the deity, then show sincerity, the son of the deity Su Hu fell into the hands of the ghost venerable, if you can save Su Hu for me, I will keep you by your side, but if you can't do it, this bowl of rice in the deity bowl, I'm afraid that the mage you can't eat it. ”
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