Coquettish slut dead poor monk

The poor monk has passed by for several years, and the western sky is even far away.The poor monk wanted to figure it out, but he couldn't remember what happened next.

The poor monk didn't engage in literature before, he was just a very ordinary superstar, except for his fans and his accomplishments in songs, his previous achievements are not worth mentioning.

On the way, after passing Yiwuyin Mountain, the apprentice called out the land father-in-law, saying that there was a Nanshan king who harmed passers-by here.

Before he finished speaking, a leopard spirit jumped out with the little brothers.

The leopard spirit is the king of Nanshan, and the king of Nanshan is really worried. If he wants to block it here, he can't move, he is so poor.

Recently, a happy event was approaching, and he was in a very happy mood. Then he saw the team of poor monks, and thought they were carrying something good, so he happened to stop them.

King Leopard King was so unpretentious, he cut to the chase and said, "This king is the Nanshan King of Wuyin Mountain. I planted this tree and opened this road. If you want to live from now on, you can save money to buy roads."

The poor monk asked: "This great king on the road, the poor monk is a monk who went to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures from the Tang Dynasty in the East, and he has no entanglements on his body."

The King of Nanshan said: "Is there any way without entanglement? Where do you go back and forth!"

This dead thing, the poor monk is also anxious!What do you want to buy road money!Doesn't the poor monk attract people by buying road money? !

If these big kings don't follow routines like that, and rush up to shout and kill, how can the poor monk speak nicely to them?Just call Wukong and all of them will be wiped out.

The poor monk advised each other: "The king on the other side listened to the poor monk's words, it is wrong to rob passers-by, if you can't become a god in the future, what should you do!"

The king of Nanshan said: "Immortal? My king stayed here for a long time, and the Bodhisattva said that as long as I stop you here, you can pass this calamity. You should also be a little bit wiser. My king will buy road money."

"This... the poor monk came all the way for alms, how can I charge the toll, the poor monk himself is poor like a dog!" said the poor monk.

Wukong jumped out, stood the stick in front of him, and said coldly: "Master, don't talk nonsense with him! Tell me to beat him, and he will be honest."

The poor monk dragged him down and asked, "By the way, I remember that one of you put money under your feet, take it out quickly."

"Junior Brother, just take it out." Wu Neng said, Wu Jing didn't worry too much, and took off his shoes directly, making a foul smell.

The Nanshan King satisfactorily weighed the still smelly copper plate, "Hearing what you say, you are more pitiful than me."

"Your Majesty is really understanding." The poor monk said.

"It's just that I'm so poor that I can't get rid of it. My daughter-in-law wants three books and nine clothes, and the matchmaker is getting married. If I can't come up with the dowry, the wedding will be delayed!" The King of Nanshan was quite emotional.

The poor monk said: "how about the poor monk go and persuade your daughter-in-law?"

Nanshan King showed a smile on his face: "No need, money is something outside of the body, he will not be so worldly."

The poor monk said a few good words, the tiger spirit king was very happy, and invited me to have a wedding wine.The poor monk also wanted to come to the door to eat big fish and meat and drink small wine, but he was afraid that he would cook and stew for the other party, so he declined again.

Speaking of getting married earlier, the poor monk also remembered which level he had reached.I'm afraid it's the episode where the woodcutter and Qiaomei go to the mountain to cut firewood, and then they are tied up, and Qiaomei is going to be taken as a wife!

The poor monk sighed, and Wukong asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's all right...it's just that Nanshan King robbed someone's wife..." Yu Xin couldn't bear it.

Wukong said: "Why don't you go and beat that monster? Take the bride out?"

The poor monk thought about it for a while, and stopped him: "Forget it, you can't live if you kill me, and they didn't rob me."