marry a monk

The prince was silent, he had never heard of the saying that the sword could be made smaller.

Mohanad suddenly remembered something and blurted out: "I know there is a saying in Buddhism that a person with a strong mind will work on something. Maybe I can really make the sword smaller."

"Oh? Then you try?" Siqin Desheng encouraged him.

"Okay." Mohanad put away his smiling face, calmed down, muttered something silently, and after a while, the sword in his hand actually became smaller, and he was amused: "It's so good, let's make it smaller."

The sword is like an obedient child, it really is a little smaller.

"Smaller..." Mohanad kept talking.

When Siqin Desheng saw this, his eyes widened. He had never seen such a bizarre thing. The sword in his hand became smaller and smaller until it became like a leaf...

"My sword..." Siqin Desheng took the sword, held it in his hand and looked left and right, extremely horrified.

"Yes, this is your sword, it has become like this." Mohannad looked at him.

"..." Siqin Desheng looked at him, unable to say a word.

"Why, don't you know me?" Mohanad whispered in his ear, "Or am I too handsome, haven't seen enough?"

"..." Seeing that he was not serious, he turned around speechlessly.

When An Tai and Si Qin An saw each other, they immediately knelt down and worshiped as if they were seeing a fairy Buddha.

An Tai wept with joy: "Little Momo, you are our holy king, the real reincarnation of the golden cicada, otherwise why would it listen to you so much and make it smaller?" An Tai knocked violently. head.

Looking at the pious Antai, Mohannad couldn't help but tease: "Get up, I'm not dead yet, what are you kneeling for? You forgot that I'm not a holy king, I'm a cat, a cat crossing the street, and the mouse shouts and beats me. "

An Tai didn't care about him anymore, hugging his thigh as if afraid that he would fly away.

"How did you do it?" Siqin Desheng asked.

"Brother Sheng is right, everything is ideal. Today I finally understand that cultivating Buddhism is the same as practicing swords. What you talk about is the law, what you cultivate is the heart, and what you talk about is emotion. Cultivating the Buddha is the same as practicing swords, the most important thing is the mood Unity, that is, the unity of heart and sword, can only be handy if the two call each other accordingly. Thank you Brother Shengwang, you have taught me a lesson." Mohannad looked at him with a sincere face .

"Then how do you make it bigger? Do you still have to chant a spell?" An Tai pointed at the blade-thin sword in Siqin Desheng's hand.

"If it is really handy, there is no need for any mantras. The mantras only play a psychological role. If there are no distracting thoughts in the mind, and the sword is one, the heart is the sword. The heart is in the sword, and this is the heart sword." Mohan Nad With a wave of his hand, his heart moved, and the sword grew bigger.

"That's really good, the sage king's understanding is different." Siqin Desheng also admired sincerely.

"No, Brother Sheng is the same. Maybe you are better than me. After all, you have been practicing swordsmanship for more than ten years, but I am a master of swordsmanship, and I am quick to master it with Buddhist principles." Mohannad said.

"..." Si Qin Desheng remained silent.

"Shall we try again?" Mohanad invited him.

"Okay." Siqin Desheng replied.

"Wait a minute." Mohannad seemed to think of something, and stretched out his hand to Siqin Desheng: "It might be useful to take out the small hammer."

"En." Siqin Desheng handed over the hammer.

"You use a sword, I use a hammer." Mohannad looked at the hammer, "This hammer has been with me since I was born, but I never knew what it is useful for. Is it as big or small as a sword?"

"Shall we try it?" Mohannad looked at him mysteriously.

"Okay." Siqin Desheng agreed.

Mohanad pointed to Tianyin and said in his mouth, "Get smaller."

The Tianyin Hammer remained silent.

"Small." Mohanad said again.

"I think your little King Mo really thinks of himself as a god, so that a big and heavy thing can be made smaller if it gets smaller?" Si Qinan whispered to An Tai.

"Don't make noise. Maybe my little Momo can really do it? Doesn't the sword training and sword changing just now explain everything?" An Tai yelled at him.

"Okay, I won't say anything, I'll shut up." Si Qin'an made fun of it.

"Why is there no response?" Mohanad looked at the Tianyin Hammer in his hand, and said to himself: "It's still the same as before, why it doesn't work?"

"Don't worry, is there something missing?" Siqin Desheng comforted.

"Ah, I see, this hammer must have disliked me and didn't say I like it, so it is unhappy and disobedient." Mohannad finally found a reason for himself.

"..." Siqin Desheng opened his mouth wide and looked at him stupidly, feeling speechless for this troublesome little monk.

"Don't look at me, what I said is true." Mohannad looked serious.

"There is a saying in Buddhism called the method of rejoicing. The magic weapon we use is spiritual. When I took the sword just now, I thought in my heart that this sword looks so good, just like its owner. It must be very useful. It listens I’m sure happy to hear this, so I can make it bigger so smoothly.”

Seeing that Siqin Desheng still looked suspicious, Mohannad didn't say much, looking at the small hammer in his hand and whispered to it.

"Xiao Tianyin, Xiao Tianyin, you are my baby, I really like you, you are as handsome as me, hurry up and get smaller?"

The Tianyin Hammer seemed to have ears and spirituality. As soon as Mohanad's words fell, it really became smaller in the palm of his hand...

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, staring and staring at each other, hardly believing the facts in front of them.

"Oh my god, you're really a god." Si Qin'an murmured to himself.

"Shh...don't make any noise." Mohanad signaled everyone to be quiet: "See if it can grow bigger?"

Everyone nodded in agreement at the same time, staring at Tianyin Hammer.

"Bigger..." Mohanad's voice was small, as if he was afraid of scaring the little hammer.

I only felt a gust of wind, and the small hammer in front of me grew bigger, bigger, and bigger...

When Mohan Nad yelled "Stop", the Tianyin Hammer was already erected in the yard like a giant hammer, and everyone seemed as small as ants, so they had to look up.

"Wow..."

Everyone was amazed, An Tai and Si Qin'an knelt down on the ground again, paying respects.It was so amazing that everyone had to accept it.

"..." Siqin Desheng grabbed Mohanad's hand and stared at him closely, this time he was really worried that he would fly away.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Mohanad comforted him by patting the back of his hand gently.

"It's too big, let's make it smaller quickly." Mohanad pointed to the Tianyin hammer and whispered.

"Cute and handsome little Hammer, please get smaller, little, no matter how small..." Tianyin Hammer finally became smaller than a slap.

"What's going on? Do you really have supernatural power?" Siqin Desheng didn't believe it at all.

"Everything is ideal, as you said. When changing, there is no distraction in the mind. When you say its size, you will see its changing appearance in your heart, and then show it in front of your eyes. To put it bluntly, the more complicated things, as long as you master them. Once you know the method, it will be easier.”

"The more complicated things are the simpler?" Siqin Desheng repeated this sentence.

"Well, there is a heart word also taught in Buddhism. If there are thousands of mountains and rivers in the heart, the sun and the moon will shine together. If you are in harmony with this deity, your heart will be peaceful, deep and quiet, and your heart will be peaceful."

"Is it tranquility?"

"That's almost what it means. Brother Sheng, I will use this hammer to compete with your sword today, are you willing?"

Mohannad looked at him with a smile, and flicked the small hammer in his hand to make it the desired size.

"Okay." Siqin Deshenghan raised his sword for the first time, opened his posture, and the corners of his mouth turned up into a curved arc.

The wind is blowing gently, and the surroundings are peaceful.

The two looked at each other silently and nodded, one greeted each other with a sword raised, and the other struck each other with a hammer.

A sword flashed, and a hammer sounded. Amidst the sound of the sword shadow and hammer, two white shadows fluttered, sometimes overlapping and sometimes separating.When they are folded, they are like thousands of shadows overlapped together, and when they are separated, they are like butterflies flying, although they are inseparable.

"Since my lord met your little Queen Mo, it's been a long time since we saw each other. Many things that we would never even dare to think about happened before our eyes." Si Qin'an admired their dancing.

"That's right, maybe this is their fate. In the Holy Palace, little Momo was busy meditating and chanting scriptures all day long. He didn't have time for himself. It's been a long time since he came out. .” An Tai also sighed.

"My prince has been staying in the mansion before, and he usually doesn't go out except for important things. Because of his poor health, he is always panting. The imperial doctor said that he will not live long, so he never smiles."

"No way, hasn't Xiao Momo almost cured his illness during this time?" An Tai asked.

"So, the prince must have fallen in love with King Mo. Just imagine, they always treat each other, help each other, and depend on each other. Can they have no feelings? Look at how happy the prince is now! I really hope that such days can continue .”

"Is your prince happy? Why have I never seen him smile?" An Tai asked curiously.

"You don't understand. He doesn't smile easily. When he wants to smile, he smiles subtly. Others can't see it. You can see that he is smiling now. He doesn't laugh with his mouth open like others. He smiles with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. .”

An Tai squinted his eyes and watched from afar. Their figures changed so quickly that they couldn't see clearly at all.

"It doesn't mean that the prince likes little Momo. Maybe they are really brothers. A friend in adversity sees the truth. It is common for brothers to help each other like this."

"I don't think so. The prince looks at Xiao Mo Wang differently from other people. He is so affectionate that he can pinch water. It is a love from the bottom of his heart. He doesn't look at King Andu or us in that way."

"Really?" An Tai frowned and observed them with a look of disbelief.

"Do you regret knowing us?" Si Qin'an looked at An Tai and asked.

"How come, I feel very happy and lucky to meet you." An Tai squeezed Si Qin'an's round face: "We have been good brothers all our lives."

"Is it just brothers?" Si Qin'an asked subconsciously.

"Of course, is it possible to still be a husband and wife? Idiots are talking in sleep, what are you dreaming of?" An Tai nodded his forehead with a helpless expression on his face.

"Husband and wife?" Si Qin'an's heart shuddered, but he didn't say anything.

Over there, Mohanad and Siqin Desheng fought inseparably, swords and hammers made clinking sounds, Siqin Desheng sometimes faced each other intently, and sometimes understated it.For Mohanad's Tianyin Hammer, he sometimes played with each other and sometimes provoked each other.

Mohannad practiced martial arts for the first time, and for the first time transferred his sword practice experience to the round Tianyin hammer. Everything has not yet been determined, and everything cannot be determined. His moves are just like Siqin Desheng said. Follow your heart, your heart is hammering.Although it is the first time to practice, it is very smooth and eloquent.

Siqin Desheng nodded repeatedly, with the corners of his mouth upturned, his face full of joy.Confucianism can be taught, and Confucianism can be taught. If he continues to practice, he may have no opponent in this world.If you don't go out, you must be a man of the hour in our Chiwu country, a general who protects the country.

Mohannad used to concentrate and go all out, practiced for the first time, saw Siqin Desheng's thousands of swords, thousands of shadows, ever-changing, and saw his clothes fluttering for the first time.

I couldn't help being shocked for a while, this general who won the victory is really a ghost in the legend, and his reputation is well-deserved.Seeing that his sword is flawless, the shadow of the sword is flickering, there is reality in the void, if it is not for his deep internal strength, he will not be able to hold his sword at all, it is extremely fierce.

He didn't know that although Si Qin Desheng's sword was flawless, he only used seven layers of strength. He was afraid of hurting this young monk who was practicing martial arts for the first time.

The two practiced for a long time to draw the winner, Siqin Desheng wanted to let him do it once, but Mohannad didn't.

Siqin Desheng made a flash, dodging his Tianyin hammer, Mohannad couldn't hold back his momentum, staggered and was about to fall back, Siqin Desheng retracted his long sword, and gently swung his arm, Mohan Khannad was about to be held in his arms.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Antai and Siqin'an who were stunned. With a flash of his mind, Siqin Desheng turned around again, and slipped behind Mohanad to let him lean on his back.In this way, the two leaned against each other securely, neither fell off nor embarrassed.

Only then did Si Qin'an and An Tai let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, neither of them's eyes fell off.

"Mo..." After letting him lean on for a long time, Siqin Desheng said softly, "Have you rested yet?"

"Haha..." Mohannad turned to him with a bright face. He liked King Sheng to call himself that, and it felt very kind and warm.

"Wang Sheng is very good. You can't tell that he is a sick body at all. It is like flowing clouds and flowing water, with a light breeze and bright moon, and it is very elegant and elegant."

Hearing him call himself King Sheng, the corners of Siqin Desheng's upturned mouth turned into a horoscope: "What do you call me King?" He asked softly.

"King Sheng..." Mohanad asked back, "Isn't it right?"

"I won't give you this little hammer anymore, I'd better keep it for self-defense." Mohannad didn't notice his ever-changing expression at all, and put away the Tianyin hammer by himself.

"..." Siqin Desheng stared at him closely, it was clearly written on his face, just take back what was given to me?

"Why didn't I find this hammer so fun before, I have to study its secrets when I have free time in the future." Mohanad cherished his Tianyin hammer.

"You don't need my Sun Chaser Sword anymore?" Siqin Desheng asked.

"No need, you should take it. I have practiced for the first time, and I haven't formed a habit yet. I can use everything smoothly, but you are different. You have used the sword for more than ten years, and you may not be used to changing it suddenly."

"..." Si Qin Desheng remained silent, but Si Qin An could tell from his expression that he was in a bad mood again.

"My lord, what King Mo said is right, you should use your own sword. At critical moments, you can use a familiar weapon at your fingertips." Si Qin'an comforted him.

"En." Siqin Desheng put away his sword and walked towards the gate coldly: "Siqin'an, let's go."

"My lord, wait for me..." Si Qin'an chased after him, turned his head and gave Mohanad a hard look, as if to blame him for being ignorant.

"What?" Mohanad looked puzzled: "What's the matter, you're not happy when you're fine?"

"Brother Sheng..." Mohanad chased after him, pulled Siqin Desheng's sleeve, and stared at him: "Are you coming tomorrow?"

"Let's talk about it." Siqin Desheng said softly, turned away without looking at him with low eyebrows.

"..." Inexplicably, looking at his eyes, Mohanad felt lost for a while, and an inexplicable feeling came to his heart. Looking at the back of Siqin Desheng going away, his heart was empty.

"Little Momo..." Behind him, An Tai gently pulled his clothes.

"What?" Mohanade didn't turn his head, he kept looking at Siqin Desheng's back in the autumn wind, his flowing clothes suddenly made people feel lonely, should he stay with him again?

"Do you like the prince?" An Tai asked in a low voice, his voice seemed timid, as if he was afraid of making him angry, but he knew that Xiao Momo would never be angry with himself.

"Like the prince?" Mohanad repeated Antai's words, not understanding what he meant.

"That's right, that's the kind of liking..." An Tai didn't know how to express it clearly.

Seeing Xiao Momo looking at him with wide eyes, he couldn't help but continue to explain: "It's not the kind of liking between brothers."

"Isn't it love between brothers?" Mohanad was even more confused: "What is it?"

"Oh, Antai can't explain it either. Anyway, little Momo, go and chase the prince back." Antai stomped his feet and pushed Mohannad out of the door, his expression more anxious than Little Mowang.

"Oh..." Siqin Desheng and Siqin'an had disappeared into the crowd on the street when Mohannad chased after them.

He went back to the small courtyard listlessly, sat on the porch, holding a small hammer in a daze.

The next day, Mohannad waited in the courtyard for a long time, but there was no sign of Siqin Desheng.

On the third day, Siqin Desheng still did not come.

Mohannad strolled in the courtyard boredly, seeing the shadows of Siqin Desheng and Siqin Desheng in front of him. He hadn't come for two days. Why did he feel so empty? He came and didn't see many people. The difference is so big?Mohanad himself couldn't figure out this strange feeling.

On the fourth day, Si Qin'an came over in a hurry to deliver a message, saying that the prince had been ill for a few days and had just vomited blood, so let him go and have a look.

Mohannad was shocked when he heard the words, why did he get sick again after not seeing him for a few days?Still vomiting blood?What happened?

"I can't tell. In short, the prince has been lying on the bed and panting non-stop since he returned to the mansion. When asked him, he didn't say anything or eat. The imperial doctor said that he had a heart disease. In Chiwu Kingdom, only your internal strength The strongest, only you can cure my prince." Si Qin'an looked anxious.

"Go right away." Mohannad hurriedly called Antai to follow Si Qinan to Changsheng Palace. On the way, Mohannad asked Si Qinan carefully about the prince's condition.

Si Qin'an said that the prince has been depressed since he returned to the mansion, and he has been stroking the Chasing Sword in silence.He also said that the prince's appearance was terrifying, very much like the sick and lifeless world-weary appearance before.After thinking about it, only Mohanad could help him, so he ran out secretly.

"King Mo, can you be nice to the lord?" Si Qin'an looked at Mohanad pitifully.

"Be nicer to the prince?" Mohanad didn't understand Si Qin'an's words, and was puzzled: "Am I not nice to him?"

"Si Qin'an means, can it be better? The better King Mo treats the prince, the faster he will recover from his heart disease."

"Oh..." Mohanad nodded mechanically, seeming to understand, but also seeming not to understand.

"Hey..." Si Qin'an shook his head helplessly, feeling speechless towards this elm-headed monk.

The palace is very big, and the three of them arrived at the prince's room after turning around and turning around.

Opening the door of the lord's room, the room was dark, Si Qin Desheng leaned against the bed with disheveled clothes and messy black hair, stroking his sword dully, and didn't speak when he saw someone coming in.

An inexplicable pain arose in Mohanad's heart. The prince in front of him was no longer the prince he was a few days ago. He was not high-spirited, noble and ruthless, and gave people a feeling of being exhausted and dying.

"King Sheng..." Mohanad called softly, only to find that his mouth was dry.

Siqin Desheng glanced at him, then ignored him with a low eyebrow, as if he didn't know him.

"What's the matter with you?" Mohanad rushed forward and felt his pulse.The pulse condition is not very good, the stagnation of qi is severe, the liver knot is severe, and the breath is not smooth and congested, which is more serious than before.

"His illness is affected by the weather on the one hand, and his mood is depressed on the other. Not only does he need to input internal energy, but he also needs massage, massage and moxibustion."

After taking the pulse, Mohanad ordered An Tai and Si Qin'an: "Go and prepare the brazier. I'm afraid the disease won't be cured in three to five months."

Si Qin'an and An Tai closed the door and went out.

Only Siqin Desheng and Mohannad were left in the room. No one spoke, it was quiet.

Mohanad helped him to sit up and input internal force for him, but he couldn't sit still, his whole body was weak, and he lay limp in his arms.I had no choice but to put my palm around his neck and put it on his back to input internal force for him.

"King Sheng, do you feel better this way?" Mohanad asked softly in his ear.

"..." He didn't reply.

"You can tell me what's on your mind, don't keep it in your heart, it's not good for your health." Mohannad continued.

Siqin Desheng still didn't speak, but lay on him quietly and obediently, motionless.

After a while, Si Qin'an and An Tai came into the room with a brazier in their hands. Seeing them hugging each other, they exchanged glances, not daring to vent their anger, and quietly retreated out after putting down the brazier.

Use internal force to help him get through the triple burner, take off his clothes and lie flat on the bed, massage, massage, and moxibustion for him.

Siqin Desheng has always been very cooperative, but when he pressed his waist, his face showed a little shyness, but he didn't refuse, letting him rub and pinch.

After such a round, it was already dark, and Siqin Desheng's spirit finally improved, and he could distinguish Mohannad, Siqin'an and other people in front of him.

In the evening, Si Qin'an advised Little Mo Wang not to leave, but to stay in the palace. The prince's illness relapsed every now and then, and it was inconvenient to go back and forth. The prince's bed was big enough for two people to sleep without being crowded.

Therefore, Mohannad stayed in the palace and gave the prince internal energy, massage and moxibustion every day. After three months, the prince's illness finally recovered. Although it was not cured, it was still the same as usual.

On this day, Mohannad brought Antai to Siqin Desheng. This time he really wanted to leave. A monk always staying in the palace will cause people to discuss. There's really no need to stay any longer.After discussing with Antai, the two decided to go back to Hasa's hometown to have a look.

"Your Majesty, you really don't want to keep them?" Si Qin An looked at their backs and asked Si Qin Desheng in a low voice.

"He is a fallen dragon, and it is not a long-term solution to be trapped in the palace. Let him go, he will come back." Siqin Desheng said softly.

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