The next moment, Zhan Ting felt.

A portrait of the Buddha hanging on the side of the meditation room.

It was as if he was judging his momentary loss of consciousness.

He shouldn't have been.

“……”

He slowly closed his eyes, and the pupils under his eyelids were covered with indifference.

And the calm and melodious sound echoed in the meditation room.

"Your Majesty, there is a sentence in the Diamond Sutra: All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such."

The immortal's slender eyes slanted at him, biting the Buddha beads, and asked vaguely, "What do you mean?" ”

It's too profligate......

It shouldn't be this way.

One of them was an emperor and the other was a monk.

A nest of wealth immersed in the world, where noble hands can pick up stars.

A person who is detached from the world should be pure-hearted and have few desires.

Zhan Ting wanted to get up, but Xian Xian grabbed his waist and couldn't get up, and he never hated the soft tendons that bad monks gave him.

Zhan Ting said coldly: "It means - everything is short-lived and fleeting, and Your Majesty should not be obsessed with evil thoughts!" …… You are the king of a country, and you should always think about the people of the world! ”

His words are sharp, inexplicably with the majesty of His Royal Highness the Prince!

And once, the throne was his obsession, and now it ......

Zhan Ting lowered his eyes, now he is imprisoned in the royal temple for life, he just wants to eat and chant with peace of mind, and does not want to be entangled with people.

"I think what the imperial brother said is too right."

The fairy fairy's hairband didn't know when it fell off, the ink hair was scattered, she squinted her eyes, and hugged Zhanting tightly, like a demon who had broken free from the shackles of the night, imprisoning the Buddha.

"It's short, it's fleeting—if I have anything I want, I should get it as soon as possible."

"That's what the royal brother said, right?"

Xian Xian finished speaking. Zhan Ting stiffened and watched her approach, getting closer and closer......

"The Poor Monk and Your Majesty...... Identities are different, please ...... Your Majesty is self-respecting. ”

That's all I have to say.

But for some reason, he couldn't raise the slightest hint of resistance, but had a secret desire.

Just as his breath was so tight that he almost suffocated, Xianxian's hand passed over him and took the wine cup.

Raised his head and poured a sip, very free and easy, and the fairy raised a dazzling smile again: "I also want to say a word to the imperial brother, hiccup-"

Hiccuped.

She continued: "The wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart, and in my opinion, the imperial brother should also take a sip of spirits. ”

She pressed the bottle against Zhan Ting's lips, and looked at him without blinking with thin wine-scented eyes.

The spirits are aromatic and tangy.

This moment.

The monks believed in the Buddha for three years, recited the scriptures for three years, and knocked on the wooden fish for three years, but they all fell short and turned into a blank in their minds.

He took a sip unconsciously.

Immediately, the tip of the tongue was numb.

The body is also numb.

A touch of fragrant soft lips seemed to wrap around him, and kissed him like a reward.

His eyes trembled.

Immediately, Zhan Ting's pupils constricted, looking at the somewhat drunk 'young man' in front of him, he finally held the power in his hand, took the wooden fish that was often knocked next to him, and knocked the fairy unconscious!

Xianxian: "......".

Zhan Ting sat on the collapse, and the robe on his body was a little messy, just like his mood.

He was kissed by a 'teenager'.

Looking at the 'boy' emperor who was knocked unconscious by himself, he put down the wooden fish and unconsciously touched his lower lip.

Then, Zhan Ting got up, his face covered with coldness.

He walked to the small room of the meditation room and took out a dagger from under the pillow.

The dagger is carved with a dragon pattern, which was given to him by the old emperor before, and it is the only thing he brought to the temple.

This dagger has blessed him many times.

And tonight......

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