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The main temple of the Desert King was at the top of Jizu mountain，and there were Buddhist temples below.The temples abided by the Buddha and only vegetarian foods were allowed for three meals a day and no meat was allowed.The Desert King，who loved raw meat，was not used to the food and felt uncomfortable.He said to himself，“I feel like eating nothing for a day if I have no raw meat to eat.”He thought it over and over，and came up with a clever plan：To sit quietly on the shrine in the temple during the day.At night，while the monks were sleeping，he would secretly ride on the horse and go down the mountain back to the main temple in Luchuan to eat a mouthful of raw meat.Then he would slowly ride back to Jizu Mountain.No one would know it.

When the time came to the Dali Kingdom，the Buddha regulations in Jizu Mountain，the Buddhist holy land，were stricter.Mahakasyapa knew that the Desert King loved to eat raw meat and announced that all monks on the mountain were not allowed to eat meat.Pigs，sheep，and chicken brought by people from the villages around who came to worship Buddha in the mountains all brought to the main temple to pay homage to the Desert King and let him have enough meat to eat.Monks saw that the front of the shrine of the Desert King was full of pig heads and chicken，their mouths watering three feet down the lips.They wanted to steal food，but they were afraid of violating the Buddha's rules.They dared not to eat and hated the Desert King heartily.A monk had an unconscionable idea and wanted to drive him away.He ran to the king of Dali Kingdom and said to him，“Now the Desert King is living in Buddhist holy mountain，but he likes eating raw meat.He is unclean.Please drive him away，my king.”Hearing this，the king made three laughs and replied，“Old monk，as a king，I'm only in charge of the affairs of the world of the living and not the affairs of the world of the dead.”“My king，as long as you allow me to appeal，there is a way to get rid of him.”The monk knelt down and demanded.The king promised，“That's good！Just follow your request.”The king wrote the word“Quasi-Prosecution”on the complaint paper with a golden writing brush，stamped it with the national seal，and handed it to the old monk.The old monk joyfully ran back to Jizu Mountain，broke into the temple and said to the temple owner，“The keeper，I got the king's decree to drive the Desert King down the mountain.”When the temple owner heard this，he cursed the old monk，“The Desert King is the master of our territory.Who dares to drive him out？”“Me！”As the old monk answered it，he took out his rope and put it on the Desert King and then carried the Desert King down the mountain.In a fit of pique，the temple owner began to fight with the old monk，kicked him out of the door and angrily held the gate to prevent him from entering.

That night，the Desert King thought to himself that he lived alone in Buddhist holy mountain，but he was unlike the Immortal Buddha.The ordinary monks were hypocritical.It was better to be separated from them.Therefore，he appeared in one local old man's dream to deliver the message，“I don't want to live at the top of the mountain，and I want to move to the bottom of the mountain and live with my people.”The next day，the people at the foot of the mountain gathered to carry a colorful sedan chair and welcomed him to the foot of the mountain with beating drums and blowing trumpets.And they put him in the main hall with a screen wall facing the gate of a house.