The Love of the Green Snake in the Other Side Pavilion

Chapter 43 Goodbye to the Emperor
The white-haired and white-browed demon brought two jars of wine and one or two small dishes from the back kitchen from a restaurant thousands of miles away, and casually flipped the chessboard away. If the chessboard touched the ground, there would be nothing. He was not in a hurry and divided up. A jar of wine was poured into the mouth of the man in black with black hair and black eyebrows, "Oh, what are you talking about and doing? It's none of our business. Let's go, let's have a drink."

The man in black with black hair and black brows took the wine and poured it into his mouth, sighed, the Dharma that was supposed to save the world has become the source of harm, I'm afraid it didn't count in the introduction and appointment, it's just the people's hearts Unpredictable, but who would have thought that the simple and beautiful human race would have such complicated thoughts later.

The two of them had nothing to say, they just poured wine one mouthful after another.

And hundreds of thousands of miles away, in a city, a monk passed by with a black breasted cat in his arms. Hearing the Buddhist song, he just snorted coldly, and the Buddhist singing was defeated by him.

The monk is a real monk, even if this monk is handsome and not like a monk, even if this monk has no ring scars on his head and wears a white robe from washing, he is really a monk.

This is just a coincidence.

Ji Kong stopped singing, opened his eyes a month later, he saw that the green snake is much more docile now, and it took ten days to adjust his breath.

Due to the limitation of aptitude, the time for each monster to stop hitting the bottleneck is different. As each monster opens its eyes, the deserted city is gradually not deserted.

Wuming can be regarded as the most talented person among all the monsters. She opened her eyes eight days after the silence of the air, and it took a total of seven or seven days.

Ji Kong didn't go away, if anyone was around, he would know that his posture has not changed since he woke up, he is spinning a string of Buddhist beads with his left hand, and his right hand is behind his back, looking at the green snake with cold eyes, once there was a little bit of misery in his eyes. All tenderness melts into nothingness.

Wuming saw it, she didn't ask, but said: "Jikong, Emperor Yan said he really wants to see you."

Jikong looked at the green snake in the barrier, and after a while, he hummed: "The poor monk is gone."

Wuming said: "Not busy, I have to go back."

Jikong didn't move.

Wuming stood up and wrapped a wooden sign wrapped with a purple rope around one of the black black iron chains beside the altar. After finishing all this, Wuming held Jikong's sleeve with one hand, and thumbed up with the other hand. Pointing straight to the sky with the index finger, the remaining three fingers are slightly bent, eyes are slightly lowered, muttering to himself, and disappear out of thin air on the spot.

Reappeared in a luxurious room, with white jade and gold-rimmed curtains, carved yellow wooden bed, and pure jade vases from Song kilns, all of which are not cheap, Ji Kong feels familiar, and after a little thought, he remembered that he had come here before going to the demon world Looking for Wuming in the house, when I saw the cloud and rain in Fanwu Mountain, how could I not be familiar with it like this.

Wuming seemed to have forgotten this, sat down on her own, picked up the purple sand teapot and wanted to pour a cup of tea, but nothing came out, she opened the lid of the purple sand teapot, and there was nothing inside, she silently put the lid on the purple sand teapot. Covering it back, he got up and opened the drawers of the wardrobe and dressing table, snorted instantly, and smashed the purple clay pot on the table hard to the ground.

The corners of Jikong's eyes didn't move, he turned the beads in his hand, extremely calm.

Wuming took two deep breaths, calmed down, waved his hand, changed his clothes, and then said: "Ji Kong, I will accompany you to the palace." It felt like gnashing of teeth.

Ji Kong neither nodded nor shook his head.

When Wumingquan agreed, he made the same gesture as when he left the demon world, and left with Jikong.

"Ah ah ah."

A scream pierced the silence of Cheng Mansion at noon, and a maid fainted outside the door where Wuming left. It turned out that the maid heard a noise from a room that had been unoccupied for a month, so she came to see it out of curiosity. In the scene where Shangwuming leaves with Jikong, the two good friends don't see each other in front of each other, and any mortal would be frightened.

After a long time, this servant girl would scream when she saw Wuming. Although Wuming didn't care about these things, she came and went again and again, but it made her feel a little bit more disgusted with this servant girl.

The timing of Ji Kong and Wuming's appearance was neither awkward nor embarrassing, so at this moment, the Emperor of Yan Kingdom was entertaining his ministers. Seeing them appearing out of thin air, all the ministers shouted: "There are assassins, go and invite the national teacher."

With assassins, instead of letting guards come in to escort them, they send people to invite the national teacher. I am afraid that the ministers also understand that people outside the square can only rely on people outside the square. If they let the guards come in, they will just lose their lives for nothing.

Everyone at the banquet reacted differently, most of them made people laugh, but one of them was drinking in a leisurely manner. The purple gown with dark red pattern he was wearing was extremely conspicuous among the crowd of black and white clothes. Wuming walked over and sat down. Without saying a word, he took a sip of wine from the wine glass in his hand, and it turned out that this person was Cheng Shang.

Emperor Yan, who was sitting on the imperial seat, recognized Ji Kong at a glance, hurriedly stepped down from his seat to salute, and respectfully said: "Master, please take your seat."

Seeing that he really was the young emperor whom he had met in the grove near Xucheng not long ago, Jikong nodded secretly in his heart.

Seeing that Jikong didn't respond, the young emperor felt as if fifteen buckets were hanging in his heart, and repeated again nervously: "Master, please take a seat."

Jikong didn't refuse, walked up the steps, and sat in the main seat.

The young emperor said with a smile on his face: "This is my savior. He left the palace a few days ago. Without him, I'm afraid I won't even be able to see Qing and the others for the last time."

The ministers have been in the officialdom for a long time, and all of them are excellent people. They all started to act when they heard the words. At one time, they praised him as the real dragon emperor, who was able to survive the desperate situation. Everyone will be grateful for his kindness.

The young emperor still had a smile on his face.

Ji Kong didn't speak.

Cheng Shang, who had been silent for a long time, spoke, his voice was lazy and pleasant, but the words were not so pleasant, he said: "I don't know how the master saved my wife? Cheng Shang thank you."

Before Jikong opened his mouth, Wuming said in a choked voice: "Where did he rescue me from? It has nothing to do with you. Even if it really does, you don't need to worry about it."

Cheng Shang didn't get angry, he didn't get angry, any man should get angry when his wife says in front of many people that she doesn't need you, it's a great shame, but he kept smiling, three points loose, seven points pointless.

The hall became deserted, even quieter than when the young emperor invited Ji Kong to take his seat.

Jikong opened his mouth, he can't do it if he doesn't speak, Wuming can act recklessly, but he can't, he said: "The poor monk and the respected wife are old acquaintances, so we can naturally find her."

Cheng Shang snorted and didn't speak, just drank the yellow soup cup after cup.

The palace became even quieter, except for the sound of breathing, only the sound of Cheng Shang drinking was left.

After a snap of the fingers, a man broke into the hall, about twenty years old, wearing a crown facing the sky, wearing a yin and yang fish Taoist costume, wearing black python shoes, holding a dust whisk in his hand, seeing the young emperor, he would not kneel or not Worship, just make a bow, don't mention the guards, just say: "Why is the emperor looking for poverty?"

The young emperor hurriedly waved his hands, and his words were quite respectful: "No hurry, no hurry, the national teacher please come up and sit with me."

The national teacher did not refuse, and sat beside the young emperor, looking at His Highness with eyes like torches.

But everyone let out a long breath, deeply feeling that this life will be over with the snap of their fingers, and several ministers who have not recovered so far, patted their chests and panted continuously.

Ji Kong also raised his head at this moment, the two looked at each other, both felt sorry, but they didn't know if the things they sighed about were the same.

Jikong nodded slightly, and looked at the young emperor beside him.

The national teacher also turned his head: "Emperor, but that person?"

The young emperor nodded: "It's that person."

The national teacher stepped forward, bowed to Jikong and said: "Please come with the poor Taoist." Fu turned and nodded to the young emperor, "Please also go all the way to the emperor."

The young emperor walked up to the national teacher and stood still, his eyelashes were slightly lowered, his immature face was neither sad nor happy, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Jikong didn't ask any more questions, and with a flicker of his figure, he was already standing beside the national teacher without seeing him move.

With a wave of the national teacher's hand, three people were missing from the hall.

Since the emperor left, the officials had no need to stay, so they left in twos and threes.

No one greets Cheng Shang, maybe he disdains, maybe he doesn't dare.

Cheng Shang didn't care, he drank the last drop, slightly tapped his temple with his index finger, and left the hall with a smile on his lips.

Wuming frowned slightly, she knew that Cheng Shang must be angry, but she didn't know why Cheng Shang was angry, she couldn't figure it out, she followed
At this time, Ji Kong was already in the Imperial Ancestral Hall of Yan State. The young emperor turned the ancestral tablet twice, and a ladder was exposed at the futon. You go down the ladder, and there is a passage, and the passage is pitch black. They took out a bead from the wide sleeves and put it on. Only then did they see the road clearly. There were hard and rough stone walls on both sides of the passage, and there were exquisite murals on the stone walls. Gold and iron horses conquer the world, maybe it is a peaceful and prosperous age, and in a blink of an eye, it is the battlefield of Shura. The scenes are so realistic that they seem to be transformed into illusions, which really tests the state of mind.

Ji Kong's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

The young emperor and the national teacher have their own calculations in their hearts, but they don't show it. They are all smart people who have been honed for a long time in the world, and they have a basis for advancing and retreating.

After about one stick of incense, the three of them stopped in front of a luxurious gate. Jikong roughly estimated that they had traveled two hundred miles, which was nothing in normal times, but they were in the underground palace now, and everything was different.

Without hesitation, the young emperor took out a bead from his wide sleeve robe and placed it in a groove on the door.

With a "squeak", the door opened in response.

Behind the door is an empty palace, so spacious that it can accommodate thousands of people standing in it without crowding, there is nothing else in the palace except for a huge water mirror in the center of the palace.

The three of them approached, and the picture in the mirror was fully visible. There was a man in green clothes with black short hair sitting on the hall, reciting my Buddha's mantra, his tongue trembling with spring thunder, forcing the violent and beautiful woman with snake tail not to get close.

Jikong looked on, extremely indifferent, no one would be happy to be spied on by others again and again, or he would definitely break his fingers before, but it is a pity that he has lost his love and love now.

All kinds of water mirrors are illusory, and the past and present lives are nothing more than mediocrity.

The young emperor approached and saluted, knelt down, kowtowed three times, and said: "Murong, the 150th second-generation grandson of the Murong family, do not bow down to the holy monk."

(End of this chapter)