C9 This Servant Can't Do It!(9)

As dusk fell, the sky turned yellow, and the sun dropped, the earth lost its heat.

At the entrance of the Huangjue Temple stood a boy dressed in yellow robes. His hair was tied up in a simple knot. He shouldn't be standing there. No, it wasn't a boy. The boy's body was slightly bent. It was obvious that he was carrying him on his back. There was also a boy who was thinner than him.

Moo Zitian carried Tai Bai on his back and climbed the rest of the stairs until he arrived at Huangjue Temple. He had never let go of Tai Bai. It was not because he was strong or because he had good endurance. This seemed to be a thought in his heart. He could not let go of his Bai. Although he was very tired, his body was stiff, and beads of sweat kept dripping down.

"Emperor... let this servant down, this servant can leave..." Tai Bai was still a little weak, but in his heart, he weighed his own body. Walking a little longer would not be a problem. He had let this child carry him for so long. Even if he was not embarrassed, his heart still felt a bit of pain.

"Take a rest for a while. I'm fine. It won't be too late for me to put you down when I see Master Juehai." Moo Zitian forced a smile, but he did not stop.

"Emperor..." Tai Bai's heart was touched. He looked at Moo Zitian's face which was still a little tender. It was extremely red but it carried a determination that could not be ignored. He knew that this was the male protagonist. This was a character in a novel. He also did not dare to believe that there was such a child in reality, but Moo Zitian was too real. He was a little scared.

Moo Zitian carried Tai Bai on his back and stepped into Huangjue Temple. Huangjue Temple was not small. After all, it was a royal temple. There were three main halls in the temple, twelve small Buddhist temples, and a sky-reaching pagoda. There were also many meditation rooms. It was said that there were more than two thousand monks in the temple. What was Moo Zitian's identity? In this society where the ruler was the heavens, many monks had been waiting in the first gate of Huangjue Temple for a long time.

As soon as Moo Zitian entered the gate, he saw many monks bowing to Moo Zitian and Qi Qi said, "Long live the Emperor." In this country, the monks were the only ones who did not need to kneel down and bow to the Emperor.

"All of you get up." He tried to straighten his back as hard as he could because he was the emperor now. He could not bow to others.

The abbot of Huangjue Temple wore a red kasaya. He walked to Moo Zitian and bowed slightly. He placed his palms together in front of his chest and said, "Emperor, Saint Monk Juehai is waiting quietly in the Buddha's Fate Palace."

Moo Zitian nodded, "Then bring Zhen there." He came this time to bring Bai here to shake the autograph. He was not worried if those ministers and guards followed him. Without those restraints, only he and Bai made him feel the most comfortable.

"Emperor, let this servant down." Tai Bai said. There were so many monks looking at him. He was quite embarrassed. The young emperor didn't know how to take his time. How could he, an emperor, carry a servant? Of course, he did not think that he was a slave!

"Bai, can you really leave?" Moo Zitian did not believe it.

"Yes!"

"But..."

"Emperor, you should put this benefactor down. This benefactor's complexion seems to have returned to normal but the Emperor's complexion is not very good." The host by the side said.

The others had already spoken, Moo Zitian had no choice but to agree. He seemed to have finally realized that his identity was indeed not suitable for many people to watch him carry Bai on his back. He squatted down gently and let Tai Bai step on the ground. Then he slowly let go of his hand. "Bai, be careful."

"It's okay, Emperor." Tai Bai steadied himself and gave Moo Zitian a big smile to reassure him.

Moo Zitian finally stood up and saw Tai Bai smile at him. He did not allow Tai Bai to refuse and pulled Tai Bai's hand. "Let's go."

Tai Bai nodded helplessly.

The host led the way. Tai Bai and Moo Zitian walked slowly behind them. The monks were naturally behind them.

Along the way, Tai Bai couldn't help but sigh. In ancient times, one really liked to spend money on inanimate objects. It was just a temple, but it was more or less the same as the imperial palace.

After entering the so-called Buddha's Destiny Palace, Tai Bai couldn't help but size it up. The place where Buddha lived was indeed splendid. Both sides of the palace were Buddha statues. He couldn't name them. He only recognized the huge Buddha statue in the middle. Who didn't know who the Buddha was?

From afar, he could see the golden light around Buddha. How much pure gold had he spent to create this? What made Tai Bai feel strange was that there was a circle of water about 20 centimeters under the lotus seat of the Buddha. There seemed to be some bamboo tubes floating on the surface of the water. Those bamboo tubes were connected one after another. It was only known that the ends of the tubes were connected to the lotus seat.

There were a few yellow hassocks next to the water. One of the hassocks was already sitting on a person. He was wearing a dark yellow kasaya and had a bald head on his head. Tai Bai was certain that he would be wearing a yellow kasaya. This must be the so-called Master of the Dead Sea. To be honest, he was really curious about what this Master of Juehai looked like.

"Emperor, you're here." Juehai opened his mouth. To Tai Bai's surprise, this voice did not sound too old. He even thought that Master Juehai was an old man.

"En, Master Juehai, Zhen is here to shake the autograph. Zhen's people also want it. I will have to trouble Master Juehai to remove the autograph."

"Since you're here, why are you being so polite? The Emperor will come over." Juehai said softly. When he said this, he did not even turn his head to Moo Zitian, let alone look at what he said.

Moo Zitian didn't care about such rude behavior. He had heard more or less about Master Juehai's temper. Even if his father met Master Juehai, he would still be polite.

Moo Zitian pulled Tai Bai to the Buddha statue and knelt on the hassock. Tai Bai imitated Moo Zitian and kneeled on the hassock.

Tai Bai was also curious. Juehai was sitting on the right side of Moo Zitian. He looked sideways. He was shocked by what he saw. It wasn't because he was too ugly or because he was too unique. It was because this Master Juehai was too young! When he looked at that appearance, it was definitely just a small youth. Moreover, he looked pretty good. In modern times, he would probably be the type of handsome guy.

"Why is this benefactor looking at This Penniless Monk like this? Does he feel that I don't look like this Penniless Monk?" Juehai suddenly said. This gave Tai Bai a shock.

"Er... no... That's it! Could it be that this Juehai still knows how to read minds?!