[Journey to the West] The poor monk is a fake monk

The gentle and intoxicating voice, the sultry fragrance, everything is like hell flowers, hooking her into the abyss.

Chen Tangtang was a little dizzy from the soft fragrance, so he quietly moved to the car window and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," the gentleman moved closer, with guilt in his eyes, "I seem to have frightened you."

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together: "Amitabha."

She is like an eminent monk who is deeply trapped in the confusion of the world of mortals, maintaining her integrity in such tenderness.

The glamorous and gentle man noticed her refusal, so he smiled and distanced himself slightly.

Along the way, you can only hear the sound of the wheels rolling against the ground and the slight panting of the two people floating in the fragrance, which is ambiguous by nature.

Chen Tangtang closed his eyes, but only felt an invisible pink wet net in the air, which wrapped her sticky and wet.

Amitabha, all the beauties are dry bones... Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.

Although the poor and poor monks have not touched the hearts of ordinary people, everyone has the love of beauty.

Amitabha, Amitabha.

After an unknown amount of time, a driver's voice suddenly came from outside the curtain: "Guo...Guo...Master, Xieyang Mountain has arrived."

Chen Tangtang heard that the driver called his master differently, so he looked at the gentleman.

But he seemed to have a tacit understanding with her, and said in a low voice: "My surname is Guo, the elder can call me whatever you want."

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands tightly, wondering: "The benefactor..."

"I'm not embarrassing the elder, it's just..." He hesitated to speak, his eyes were smiling, and the spring honey in his eyes almost drowned her.

Chen Tangtang hastily opened the curtain and was about to get out of the car, but unexpectedly, the Buddhist beads wrapped around her wrist loosened, and a section fell down. This section was pierced by a bright wrist, holding her backhand. .

Even if their skins didn't touch, she could almost feel the warmth and smoothness from his plump muscles.

"donor……"

Lang Jun smiled gently: "I'm waiting for your return at the foot of the mountain, if you need help, please tell me."

Chen Tangtang bowed his head: "Thank you, the poor monk can still handle it."

With his little finger, he fiddled with the prayer beads on her wrist, and said softly, "Elder, if I don't see you, I won't leave."

Chen Tangtang whispered, "Amitabha."

"Then... can the elder leave me a token?"

Chen Tangtang: "..."

You just fell in love with the poor monk's string of beads, right?

Chen Tangtang: "Amitabha, thank you benefactor for sending the poor monk here."

As she spoke, she flipped her wrist and untied the string of Buddhist beads.

He stretched out his hands, holding the string of prayer beads with her body temperature and body fragrance carefully, as if holding some supreme treasure.

Chen Tangtang didn't seem to think about it, he got out of the carriage as if he was running away, and walked up the mountain along the path of Jieyang Mountain.

In early spring, spring flowers spit out stamens, fragrant grasses are luxuriant, and spring warblers sing.

Chen Tangtang's footsteps were brisk and not slow, and the mountain was not too high. After a while, she came to the top of Jieyang Mountain, not far away was a mansion hidden in the mountains and clouds.

Chen Tangtang walked towards the courtyard, picked up his clothes, stepped on a few big rocks in the creek and jumped to the opposite bank, brushed away the branches blocking the way, was stained with wild flowers and morning dew, and rushed into the mist.

Seeing that the door was wide open, she lifted her foot and walked in. After entering, she heard the dog barking again.

Chen Tangtang looked around, and saw a handsome Taoist meditating on a grass field.

She tidied up her clothes, pulled her silver hair behind her back, and stepped forward to inquire.

The Taoist priest opened his eyes, and seeing her appearance, he was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, then shyly avoided his sight, and hurriedly bowed back to her.

The Taoist smiled and asked, "Where are you from, Mr. Sir, what's the matter in the nunnery?"

Seeing that his attitude was good, Chen Tangtang breathed a sigh of relief.

"The poor monk is a monk who was ordered by the king of the Tang Dynasty in the east to go to the west to learn scriptures. When passing by the Zimu River..."

Before Chen Tangtang finished speaking, he saw that this man was staring straight at her stomach, as if expecting something.

Chen Tangtang: "...Please don't look at it, the poor monk didn't drink it."

"Oh." He looked a little disappointed.

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Why are you so disappointed!The poor monk doesn't want to know what you are looking forward to?

Chen Tangtang continued: "I heard people say that the fetal spring in Po'er Cave in Jieyang Mountain can relieve fetal gas, so the poor monk wants to ask for some spring water for his disciples, so please trouble the Taoist priest."

She clasped her hands together, her eyes sincere.

But the way she clasped her hands together in front of her nose, and raised her eyes to stare at people, is really too cute!

The Taoist priest grabbed his sleeve and took a step back with a blushing face: "Yeah, it's not impossible, it's just that my master has tidied up this broken hole and turned it into a Juxian Temple, and the master has made a rule that anyone who comes to fetch water Everyone has to offer red wine as a gift."

Red wine gift?Just want a gift?

Chen Tangtang said in a low voice: "The poor monk is just a walking monk, he doesn't have any money on him."

The Taoist stared at Chen Tangtang's face, and said in a hoarse voice: "You come here alone, do you want to offer yourself?"

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Wait, please tell the poor monk what you have imagined!

The Taoist priest's cheeks were flushed, and he stumbled and said, "Yes, it will be done, then come with me."

You stuttering into such a virtue makes the poor monk very worried about himself.

The Taoist turned and left.

Chen Tangtang had no choice but to follow behind him.

The two walked across the grass, one behind the other, and saw a big yellow dog yawning under the eaves not far away. When the big yellow dog saw a stranger, it rushed over with a "bark".

"Rhubarb! Go back!" The Taoist tried his best to stop him, but the big yellow dog threw himself at Chen Tangtang's feet.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" It opened its mouth and said to her "haha", wagging its tongue coquettishly.

Chen Tangtang squatted down, raised his golden right hand, patted the big yellow dog's head lightly, and said softly, "Go."

Rhubarb let out a quick "Wow", and its tail quickly turned into a bamboo dragonfly.

Chen Tang Tang pointed under the eaves.

It uttered a "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo", and ran away obediently, with its tail between its legs.

Chen Tangtang stood up again.

The Taoist looked at her speechlessly and said: "That dog is a famous vicious dog in our nunnery. I don't know how many people who came to steal water have been bitten. How could you subdue it?"

"Amitabha, probably the poor monk is dedicated to goodness, and all things have spirits. This dog also understands that the poor monk will not hurt him."

The Taoist priest showed a naked disbelief on his face.

Chen Tangtang looked upright: "If the Taoist priest doesn't believe it, neither can the poor monk."

She has clear eyes and a serious expression, but that silver hair matches such a beautiful face...

The Taoist turned his head vigorously and continued to lead her forward.

He took her to the door of a bamboo house and asked her to wait at the door, and he went in first to report.

"The trouble is long."

The Taoist twitched and said, "If you really thank me, then..."

Chen Tangtang asked blankly: "So what?"

The Taoist thought she was teasing him on purpose, and his face was blushing, so he said timidly: "Your gentleman is too bad, don't tease me anymore."

Um?Uh-huh? ? ?

Countless question marks appeared above Chen Tangtang's head, and he felt that he probably had a fake ear.

Amitabha, the poor monk can understand every word you say, how come the poor monk can't understand it together?

Seeing that she was still pretending to be stupid, the Taoist said with shame and embarrassment: "You are really wicked."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the bamboo curtain at the door and ran into the house to announce.

However, he ran so fast that he forgot to restore the bamboo curtain to its original shape, and the bamboo curtain tripped over the threshold, creating a gap.

Chen Tangtang inadvertently looked in through the gap, and saw a majestic man in plain clothes and a star crown sitting in front of the window of a small pavilion on the left. He was playing the piano against the bamboo forest outside the window of the small pavilion. Straight strands, like clouds, like catkins, floated towards her.

After the Taoist entered, he stood respectfully behind the star-crowned man, waited until the end of the song, and then stepped forward and said: "Master, there is a gentleman outside who wants to see you."

The man said "no".

The Taoist understood and said: "The gentleman said that he went to the west to learn scriptures under the order of the king of the Tang Dynasty in the east. Because the disciples drank the water from the Zimu River by mistake, he came to ask the master for favors and see if he could send her some. The spring water of Falling Tire Spring."

With a soft "boom", the strings of the plain-clothed man's hand broke.

The Taoist was surprised: "Master!"

"Heh, they still have the face to beg for favors with me?" The plain-clothed man's voice was like broken jade.

He flicked his sleeves, got up directly, and got off the piano bed.

"Master! Master!" Because the Taoist had a good impression of Chen Tangtang, he didn't want Master to harm the handsome gentleman, so he followed behind the plain-clothed man and said, "What happened? That gentleman looks honest. Duty, how could you anger Master?"

The man in plain clothes took off his plain clothes and put on a red cassock. He raised his voice and said angrily, "He didn't offend me, but my nephew. My nephew, Honghaier, was captured by her. I have no choice but to be a slave to others!"

The Taoist became even more anxious: "Master, I'm afraid I misunderstood it. I saw that Mr. Lang has no strength to restrain a chicken. How could he catch Master's supernatural nephew? There may be some misunderstanding here!"

The man didn't say any more, he directly picked up a wishful hook, and it seemed that he would not give up until he killed Chen Tangtang.

Chen Tangtang was startled, and subconsciously took a step back. Unexpectedly, she was stepping on a bamboo branch and made a crisp "click".

The man in robes suddenly turned around, looking at him with cold eyes.

The Taoist also found the elder outside the curtain, and he murmured subconsciously: "Lang Jun..."

The man in robes glared at the Taoist priest, "That's her?!"

The Taoist hesitated, not knowing whether to admit it or not.

But the man in vestment couldn't wait for his answer, so he swung the wishful hook and stabbed towards Chen Tangtang.

The mana carried by Sen Han's hook directly tore through the bamboo curtain, and hooked towards her soft and fragile mortal body.

Chen Tangtang secretly raised the golden light, but on the bright side he put his palms together and said innocently: "If the benefactor doesn't want to know the truth, but just wants to kill innocent people indiscriminately and make relatives suffer, then the poor monk has nothing to say."

"Amitabha, if a poor monk does not go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

Her clear and bright eyes passed through the bamboo curtain that was torn in two, and she stared straight at the man in red with phoenix eyes who was aggressive and angry.

The man was dressed in red, wearing a star crown on his head, his phoenix eyes were shining like shooting stars, his red lips were like cinnabar, and there seemed to be two crabapple flowers stuck in his temples. When he looked carefully, he realized that they were not crabapple flowers, but Two puffs of red temple hair.

The phoenix eyes are opposite to the water eyes, like a phoenix looking at a shadow, looking at Qingcheng.

A loud "bang" sound.

The man in the red cassock stepped on the threshold and stopped the castration, and the hook in his hand could be pointed at a cinnabar mole on the center of Chen Tangtang's eyebrow.

The tip of the hook trembled, as if it wanted to pick off the flower between her eyebrows.

His red clothes are like fire, and the fire has been scorched into her eyes.

"Okay, then I'll see how you explain it!"

The author has something to say: In fact, Tang Seng who watched the original work seems to have some interest in the king of the daughter country without watching the TV series.