Finally, the green lion lowered his proud head and knelt on the ground to acknowledge his master.
Hearing this, Tang Sen beamed. Sure enough, this lion was indeed a smart man.
Even if he doesn't agree, Tang Sen will still fulfill what he said. It's just a mount, so Tang Sen won't break his promise.
But there is really no need to provide shelter. I can send the message directly to Manjushri Bodhisattva and let him take care of it himself. He must be very happy.
Now this lion is very knowledgeable and very satisfied with himself.
He lifted up the green lion who was kneeling on the ground. Not to mention, he looked very burly, but he was actually very burly, with strong muscles and clear lines. He was so tall that even if he stood in front of him, he would be half a head shorter.
"Get up, from now on you will be my registered disciple of Tang Sanzang. Well, my disciples are all born in the generation of "Wu". I will give you a dharma name. You will be called "Wu Li" from now on."
"Thank you, Master, for giving me the title." Qingshi knew his position very well, he was just a mount, but Tang Sanzang was obviously a good man and gave him the title. This was the same treatment as a registered disciple. Obviously, he was not just a lowly person.
's mount.
At that moment, Qing Shi surrendered sincerely, and the last grudge in his heart was cleared away.
At this time, the black chicken king came over, and the soldiers were dispersed by him. As for the black chicken prince, he was temporarily detained to see what happens next. After seeing the whole process of the blue lion's surrender, he felt a lot of emotions in his heart.
"Congratulations to the holy monk." King Wuji said with mixed emotions.
Congratulations, he didn't say, accept a disciple? Obviously this is not the case, everyone was embarrassed after saying it.
Just say you want to take up the mount? Then you can’t let go of the dignity of yourself and Qingshi.
All I can do is say congratulations.
Tang Sen saw the complex emotions in the eyes of the Silky Chicken King and understood them.
"It's over here. The poor monk will set off to the west tomorrow. I'll stay with you and say goodbye to your old friends today. By the way, please sign this customs clearance document for me." After saying that, he took out the customs clearance document from his sleeve and handed it to King Wuji.
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This cuff is like a treasure chest that can hold anything. In fact, Tang Sen is taking things from the space, and the cuff is just a cover-up.
"Holy monk, don't worry, tomorrow the king will host a banquet in the city to see off the holy monk." King Wuji said respectfully.
This is how love and etiquette should be. Tang Sen saved his life and relieved his worries. The farewell banquet must be held! Not only must it be held, but it must be held in a big way!
It's better to make a fuss.
There is also a little calculation on his part here, to make others think that he is related to Tang Sen, which will save a lot of trouble.
Many things are not about how it actually is, but about how it appears to others.
This was just about pulling off the skin of a tiger. King Wu Ji laughed at himself, but he had no spare power to protect the people of this country, so he could only resort to these small means.
Tang Sen left with his apprentices, leaving time and space to the two people who were about to part ways.
Seeing no one around, the two of them were relatively speechless.
The green lion once again transformed into the middle-aged scribe in white when they first met. Seeing this familiar appearance, King Wuji suddenly felt sad.
"Are you really going to leave?" King Wu Ji's voice was slightly trembling, but it could be seen that he was trying to keep his expression calm.
"Yes, I have to go, and I'm sorry." Qingshi hesitated for a long time, and then said his sorry words. Even if he had difficulties, even if he didn't sincerely want to harm him, it is undeniable that it was his own hands.
I killed him, and this sentence of sorry remained hidden in his heart for three years.
After hearing this apology, King Wuji didn't know how to answer, and was a little confused for a moment.
It doesn't matter? He didn't believe it even if he didn't tell others! Three years, he stayed in the underworld for three full years. Who knows how he lived these three years, and who knows what he endured every day for these three years?
With what kind of anger he was suffering, every time he thought of the seven years they spent together, the happier and more beautiful they were at that time, the more painful and painful it was when he was betrayed. For the past three years, what he has been thinking about day and night is how to take revenge.
But do you mind? When all the facts are revealed now, he doesn't hate it so much anymore. They are all miserable people who can't help themselves. He can only blame the black hand behind the scenes. On the contrary, this green lion is trying his best to save him. At that time
He was blinded by anger and didn't notice anything was wrong at all. Only now did he realize that there were so many strange things. Seeing the embarrassment of his old friend in front of him, he couldn't be angry no matter what.
"Well, it's okay. If you follow the holy monk, you may still get a golden body, but it will be much better than us mortals turning into dust in a few decades." King Wuji laughed at himself.
He also comforts others. Although others are just being used as mounts and lose face, they have powerful magic powers, vast magical powers, and long lifespans. In their eyes, I am just a ephemeral that lives and dies. The decades of a mortal are just a flick of the finger of an immortal.
Hui Jian, how can a mayfly like myself be qualified to sympathize with immortal Buddhas, haha.
"Here, you said you can only live for a few decades?" A look of surprise appeared on the green lion's face after hearing this.
"Impossible. I see that you are very angry, have a rosy complexion, and have a strong and full soul. This is obviously a sign of longevity." The green lion stepped forward quickly and grabbed the old king's wrist to feel his pulse.
"Yes, you are strong enough to buy coins, healthy and full of vitality. You still have at least a hundred years of life." Qingshi put down his hand and said with certainty.
"You think I can live to be a hundred years old?" the old king said in surprise. When he was young, he asked for immortality. He was obsessed with refining elixirs and becoming immortals. He really made some achievements, and his face was as tender as a baby, without any trace of it.
He looks old, but now, including the three years since his death, he is nearly sixty years old and can live for more than a hundred years. Doesn't he have a lifespan of nearly two hundred years?
He couldn't believe it for a moment.
"Yes, you can still live for more than a hundred years. If you take good care of yourself, it is not impossible to live to two hundred years old. If a mortal has such a lifespan, you can be said to be a blessed person." Qingshi said with a smile.
Although he didn't know why the old king lived such a long life, he was sincerely happy for his old friend.
So what if you become an immortal? The world of immortals is full of intrigues, and the law of the jungle will not be any better than a flower girl in the mortal world. When power becomes the main theme that dominates everything, the law of the jungle will truly reflect its cruelty.
Being a slave, a servant, and being controlled by others are considered good, but more often than not, the body will die immediately, and even worse, the soul will fly away and will never be reincarnated.
Now, he was a little envious of the old king. As a mortal, he had a life span of more than two hundred years, with power in hand and beauty in his arms. Living like this for two hundred years was the real life. It was not like him.
, as a human mount, you don’t even have basic freedoms.
I couldn't help but feel a little emotional for a while.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but they don’t know that gods are like grass.
Profit and hatred are unavoidable, and the soul of life and death will disappear as well.
For a moment, both of them were envious of each other. It was like besieging the city. People in the city wanted to get out, while people outside the city desperately wanted to get in.
Things in the human world are mysterious and mysterious, and misfortunes and blessings are interdependent and cannot be generalized.
"Alas, the relationship between you and me has ended here. If we chat over wine today, we will go our separate ways tomorrow." Qingshi didn't want to bring up these sad topics anymore.
Everything of yesterday has been disillusioned, and everything of today must be cherished even more.
Now that the misunderstanding has been solved, the two of them once again seemed to have returned to the old days. Qingshi took the old king to visit the mountains and rivers, visit the places they visited, and walked through the imperial garden, alchemy room, and various familiar scenes they had passed.
As they walked past one by one, the events of yesterday slowly emerged in their minds, leaving them feeling sad and speechless for a moment.
The day passes quickly like a fleeting moment.
In the early morning of the next day, the whole Wuji Kingdom was celebrating with red and colorful colors everywhere, gongs and drums were playing, people were singing and dancing, and dishes and wine were constantly shipped out from the palace and various restaurants, and they were set up on the street.
During the flowing water banquet, people each bring out their own delicacies and enjoy them together.
However, it was the royal decree of the Kingdom that the eminent monks of the Tang Dynasty saved all sentient beings, saved the common people, and especially rejoiced with the people and celebrated the whole world.
Everyone saw that eminent monk yesterday. It was Tang Sanzang who flew into the clouds. People were enthusiastic, and the joyful and peaceful atmosphere spread throughout the streets and alleys. The fragrance of wine and food also permeated every corner of the city.
, even homeless people can drink a glass of wine and eat a delicious meal together, and can't help but sigh at the kindness of the king and the mercy of the eminent monks.
At this time, the palace was even more lively.
"Holy Monk, come and drink from this cup." King Wu Ji raised his cup high and toasted to Tang Sen from a distance.
Tang Sen had no choice but to have a drink.
To be honest, he really didn't want to drink. It wasn't that he didn't like drinking. It was just that this wine was not good. It was not as good as the imperial wine he brought out from the Tang Dynasty.
Tang Sen was really not a stingy person, but when he saw the overwhelming crowd outside, he gave up the idea of sharing wine.
Come on, if you have that wine, you should keep it for yourself and drink it slowly. There are so many people, and it’s hard to say whether your stock is enough.
"Holy Monk, I will trouble you to take care of my virtuous brother from now on." The old king raised his glass again, and the middle-aged scribe in white who was transformed into a green lion next to him also raised his glass together.
Only then did Tang Sen find out that yesterday, the two men had settled their old feud and became sworn brothers of the opposite sex. They were close friends and this move was reasonable.
"Your Majesty, your words are serious. This poor monk has always been kind to his own people." Tang Sen said with a chuckle, and drank the glass of wine in one gulp. He had to drink it.