[Journey to the West] The monster took me away again

The white deer fell to the ground and pressed the antlers with the pillow on Xuanzang's trousers: "I'm awake! I'm really awake! My head is full of blood!"

If he fell down any further, his blood would spurt out from his nostrils. Bailu didn't expect that this Western Buddhist disciple turned out to be so hard-hearted, and he treated him so cruelly after only a few words to himself.

"Then what? What do you want to say?" Xuanzang asked him calmly, and glanced at the mortal kneeling on his right.

The monk who just woke up raised his eyes and looked around, and saw that only one of the three apprentices was in the room. The white deer in front of him was strange to the mortal.

Bailu raised his small head and opened a pair of slender golden eyes: "What are you talking about? Don't you want to reason with me?"

Xuanzang, who woke up temporarily, lowered his head, looked at the white deer on the ground, expressionless: "Then you repeat, why did the poor monk reason with you, otherwise I will go out to wake up again."

Bai Lu "...!!" Cursing inwardly and submissive outwardly, he repeated verbatim what the other party had just said to him.

Even the tone of voice was completely repeated, strangling any possibility that the monk might trouble him here.

Without using a diary, and without his apprentice re-describing the situation before him, Xuanzang understood what was going on in the guest room.

After listening to the whole process of the matter, he turned his head and asked the Yi Cheng of the bhikkhu country: "Your king has liked beauties so far, has he left any heirs?"

Yicheng climbed up tremblingly and replied: "Yes, yes, the king has three little princes."

"Then support a useful son again and let him take on the role of Da Neng to manage the government again."

"The oldest child is only ten years old, and the king is only forty-three now, how could he agree to such a thing." Bailu murmured softly.

The monk glanced at him coldly, "You are able to control the government, and you still carry the imperial seal that can only be used by the king, and it is difficult for you to support a child?"

Listening to his tone of spitting out icicles, Bailu shook his head wisely: "It's not difficult, it's not difficult at all."

Xuanzang thought he didn't hear him, so he just continued to the postman: "Among the ministers and officials in the court, are there any loyalists? Do you know how many people are standing in the team of the deer demon prime minister?" ?”

This question stumped Yicheng, he had been on duty here for just one year, and the biggest official he had come into contact with on weekdays was Prime Minister Lu who liked to be close to the people everywhere.

On the other hand, Bailu stretched out the two long horns on his head confidently when he heard this, "Monk, you don't need to ask him this, you can just go out and inquire, and you will know that the prime minister is the leader of all officials, and he is the one who responds to everyone! "

"So the Bhikkhu country is still a human country on the surface, but you, a monster, are actually in full control?"

"Yes." Bai Lu straightened his chest, speaking with confidence.

Xuanzang took a deep look at him, and raised his hand to call Wukong: "Wukong, carry him, we are going to see the saint now, and he is not allowed to transform back into a human body along the way."

The white deer crawled up from the ground, and stared at the monk in front of him with those golden eyes: "What are you doing? Are you going to see the king?"

"You said that you are the head of all officials, and you are the one who responds to every call. Now that you have enough time, please show us if you are as powerful as you said."

Xuanzang put on the brocade cassock and picked up his nine-ringed tin staff again. Wukong became a two-foot-tall body, tied up the deer demon, carried it with a golden cudgel, and followed Xuanzang.

The two went to the Yellow Gate Tower and asked the officials of the Yellow Gate to play it for them.

"The poor monk just found a gust of cold wind blowing, and the children in the goose cages at the gates of the various houses were blown away without a trace. Fortunately, the apprentice of the poor monk caught a deer demon who had been practicing for thousands of years. The heart and liver of this deer demon can be used as a medicine, which can also make the king live a thousand years."

As soon as the Huangmen official heard that eating a deer would extend his lifespan for thousands of years, he rushed to the palace behind the third gate in a hurry while holding his jaw that was about to fall.

Soon Xuanzang brought Wukong and the deer demon prime minister to stand in the center of the Golden Luan Hall again.

Civil and military officials, two groups of officials and five city soldiers and horse officials gathered together, and the bhikkhu country sat on the dragon head throne and looked forward to it. When the figure surrounded by golden light, auspicious clouds and cranes walked into the hall, the whole person couldn't wait to stand up, and walked all the way. He trotted down the high platform.

"Elder of Datang, is it true what you said to the Huangmen officer just now?"

The king said, but his eyes looked at the stick carried on the shoulder of the two-foot-tall monk with a hairy face. On the stick was tied a white deer with a whole body of snow-white hair. The golden eyes looked at him as if they were human.

"Is it this thousand-year-old deer demon?" He wanted to reach out to touch the white deer, but he was worried that it would be damaged, so he looked at Xuanzang nervously and expectantly.

The monk from Tang Dynasty clasped his hands together and said without changing his face: "It's this deer demon. Before the king uses him as a medicine introduction, the poor monk still has something to say."

"Say what you say! As long as the elder can help me refine the elixir that can prolong life, I will give you whatever you want!"

"The poor monk wants His Majesty's country, will His Majesty give it?"

The agitated king suddenly lowered his hand to touch Bailu's palm, and turned his head to look at the Tang monk in disbelief: "What did the elder say just now? I don't seem to have heard clearly."

Xuanzang pointed to the white deer demon carried on Wukong's shoulder: "The poor monk is willing to exchange this thousand-year-old white deer with His Majesty for the entire country of monks, are you willing?"

"Bold!"

The king of the bhikkhu kingdom was furious, "Habayashi guards, lead three thousand soldiers to me, and tie up this arrogant monk!"

The white deer was hanging on the golden cudgel, watching this strange direction, shaking the long horns on its head in bewilderment: "Monk, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Didn't we agree to come and see his prime minister's ability?Why did you quarrel with the king again?

"The poor monk wants to confirm whether it is the incompetence of the king, or your deceitful words to deceive the public."

Now he has confirmed that the king of the bhikkhu country is indeed an incompetent person.

Three thousand soldiers will be blocked by Wukong, and they will not be able to enter him at all. Xuanzang went to put down the white deer demon on the golden cudgel by himself, and looked at the civil and military loyal ministers in the hall with the empty rope: "This is your prime minister deer. Prime Minister Lu found the poor monk and asked me to give him an idea."

Bai Lu rolled his eyes, why didn't he know that he had said such a thing?

"Your Prime Minister Lu has long been reluctant to endure a king who loves beauties and neglects government, so he thought of two ideas and asked the poor monk to help him make a choice."

"One, from now on, you regard him as the king. He will continue to let you live the current life of good weather, prosperity and peace as the king of the bhikkhu country. The disadvantage is that he is a monster. Human monsters have different paths. You are unwilling to do so."

Everyone raised their ears, listening to his second choice.

"Second, Your Majesty has three sons, who will support a man with both ability and political integrity to ascend to the throne, and the ministers will assist, and the monsters will retreat. As long as you unite as one, the life of the Bhikkhu Kingdom will be better than it is now. This is your monster prime minister to the poor monk." There are two choices." After Xuanzang finished speaking, he moved away, revealing the white deer monster hiding behind him.

"The poor monk is just a passing monk, and should not interfere in your state affairs, so bring Prime Minister Lu here and let you choose for yourself."

Civil and military officials never thought that they would make such a choice in their lifetime.

For a moment, countless people looked at the white deer prime minister, and after careful consideration, they looked at the king standing at the back with a tired expression.

There were many discussions in the Golden Luan Hall, and Xuanzang calmly waited for their answers.

After a stick of incense, the two groups of ministers stood up, cupped their hands and said: "The ministers are willing to choose the second condition, to support the young master."

Xuanzang pursed his lips, pulled the white deer to him, and stared at the officials with sharp eyes: "Everyone, please think clearly, the prime minister of the white deer in the second choice will not stay in the Bhikkhu Kingdom again. , and will not provide any help to you from now on."

Among the ministers, the gray-haired grand master came out in full clothes, cupped his hands and said, "I'll think it over later."

"I'm so good to you, why don't you want me?"

Bai Lu pointed at these ministers, he couldn't believe that after all these years of hard work, no one wanted him to stay.

"Humans and monsters have different ways. We are grateful for what Prime Minister Lu has done for my bhikkhu country."

Before the grand master stood up, he had already thought very clearly.

"Okay, very good, very good! You people begged me one by one when you were begging on the street. Now that someone has decided for you, you have become arrogant and want to kick me off. Very good, I want to see After these monks leave, how can you maintain the prosperity of the bhikkhu kingdom without my help?"

The white deer monster was in a hurry, and he didn't even want his body, so he turned back into his real body and rubbed Xuanzang's sleeve: "Monk, let's get out of here quickly, I want to see them live a miserable life! Die hard for them!" The best kind!"

"If you move your head again, the poor monk will let you be the first to taste what it's like to live a hard life."

The ruthless mortal monk raised his hand in disgust, away from the deer demon's head, and spat at the other party's saliva.

They can't leave for the time being, the current king is still standing at the back, staring blankly at the civil and military ministers who betrayed him in the whole hall, that body, which has been eating less and has a strong bow, spit out a mouthful of blood after hearing the news , fainted on the spot.

"Amitabha, the Lord's body is in critical condition. You can examine the abilities of the three princes now. The poor monk will leave first." Xuanzang asked Wukong to take the deer demon with him, and left in front of everyone without changing his expression.

When we got back to the inn, Bailu lay on the floor where the ground dragon was burning, rolling and crying: "You bastards, why do you take me away? Anyway, you seem to hate those humans, why don't you let me kill them?" them!"

"puff!"

A cup of hot tea was splashed directly on his face from behind the table.

The monk sitting cross-legged behind the table looked coldly at the screaming deer demon scalded by boiling water: "Do you want to know why those ministers know that you have helped them for several years, but still refuse you to stay?"

The white deer clutched the antlers that had been scorched red, and tears flowed from those golden eyes: "Why else, they are all heartless things."

"There is only one reason for the difference between monsters and monsters. The most important thing is that you are the prime minister. Today you can kill 110 children for your own status. Tomorrow, you will naturally sacrifice more people for other things. You are kind and despise the people. Suffering, not cultivating in the mountains but serving the people everywhere here, you are also cruel, willing to kill thousands of people for one life, compared to the king who is greedy for beauty, you are the biggest threat to the bhikkhu kingdom with an unstable demon."

The author has something to say: Bailu: Go home and tell my master, someone bullied me today.

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