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

Chen Tangtang: "...The poor monk has also seen it."

Sun Xingzhe chuckled and said, "That must be different from what I saw. What I saw was a fight between a male and a female goblin..."

While speaking, Sun Xingzhe brought her down to the ground.

Sun Xingzhe turned his body sideways and teased: "The fight scene is really ups and downs, it's so beautiful, has this master seen it?"

Chen Tangtang took a deep look at him, but before he could speak, a voice suddenly came from a distance——

"Brother, why did you become like this?"

The sudden sound startled the two of them.

The two looked back at the same time, only to see a man in blue walking from the thin mist, his long black hair hanging down to the ground, brushing across the slightly damp grass as he walked.

He was obviously a man as elegant as a fairy, but his eyes were covered by a long piece of blue cloth, as if there was something wrong with his eyes.

"Amitabha." Chen Tangtang recited a Buddha's name.

The man in Tsing Yi frowned slightly and looked at Sun Xingzhe.

Sun Xingzhe winked at him.

The strange thing is that the man understood even though his eyes were blindfolded.

"Teacher, this is..."

"Ah, this is the eldest brother I swore to." Sun Xingzhe immediately smiled and said, "Isn't Master hungry? I'll take Master to eat right now."

The man in Tsing Yi moved his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

Sun Xingzhe led Chen Tangtang into the misty forest.

Chen Tangtang: "Disciple, where is this place?"

Sun Xingzhe: "Oh, this is a fairy mountain nearby. My sworn brother lives here. Master just saw it too."

Chen Tangtang still felt something weird: "I don't know the name of your sworn brother..."

Sun Xingzhe scratched his ears, thinking: Even if I tell her, she definitely won't know.

"Ah, he is called a gibbon monkey, and he is a unique existence in heaven and earth. He can hold the sun and the moon, and he can shrink thousands of mountains..."

Sorry to be blind?

Fake Sun Xingzhe noticed Chen Tangtang's strange expression, so he asked, "Master, is there anything wrong?"

Chen Tangtang; "Not at all."

Sure enough, people flock together, and monkeys divide into groups. The friendship between you monkeys and monkeys, poor monks don't understand.

The fake Sun Xingzhe didn't believe it, he carefully observed Chen Tangtang to see if she saw through anything.

Chen Tangtang suddenly turned his head and caught his peeping gaze.

The fake Sunwalker's back stiffened.

Chen Tangtang smiled slightly, and said softly: "I'm just thinking... You said that your sworn brother is unique, but in my eyes, you are unique."

His eyes widened in an instant, both surprised and frightened.

Panic?Why panic?

Chen Tangtang tilted his head in confusion.

She stretched out her fingers, wanting to take a good look at his eyes that had recently turned black and red, but before they touched his eyes, he took a sudden step back and jumped into the thick clouds.

Chen Tangtang looked at his fingers, then stared at the place where he disappeared, and couldn't help muttering: "Could it be that the poor monk is too aggressive?"

However, isn't it only natural for a master to care about his disciples?

She waited in place for a while, but she didn't see him coming back, so she had to walk around in the thick fog alone.

She walked for a while, only to feel that the surrounding scenery didn't seem to have changed much, and the monotonous and pale thick fog filled the whole world.

Suddenly, the tip of her nose smelled a scent of food.

Chen Tangtang unconsciously followed the direction of the fragrance.

Like a drop of ink dissipating in clear water, a man with white hair and black clothes suddenly appeared in front of her sight, and the aroma of food became stronger and stronger.

Chen Tangtang couldn't help touching her nose, judging from her many years of experience, this fragrance must come from an extremely delicious taste.

The man raised his head and seemed to be drinking.

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, may I ask the benefactor..."

The man acted as if he had never heard of her, and ignored her without looking at her.

Chen Tangtang took a few steps forward and stood behind the man: "Excuse me..."

He lowered his head and poured another glass of wine, and the silver liquid hung upside down like a river of stars, falling into the dark wine cup.

Chen Tangtang walked around his back and stood in front of him.

She was about to say hello again, but her eyes were attracted by the dishes on the table in front of him.

She managed to restrain herself and looked up, only to see that his white fingers were pinching a black wine cup, the edge of the wine cup was against his lower lip, and there was a crumbling drop of wine on his lip. liquor.

He raised his head, revealing a pair of bottomless black eyes, his complexion was as white as new snow, or in other words, apart from those black eyes and a black suit, even his lips were pale and almost white, as if he could only find The two colors black and white.

His dark eyes stared at her without blinking, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together: "Sorry, the poor monk was separated from his apprentice in the thick fog. May the benefactor have seen the poor monk's disciple, Monkey King, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven?"

He slowly stretched out his middle finger holding the wine cup, and wiped the liquid from his lips.

"Lingming stone monkey?" His voice was low and sandy.

"What?" Chen Tangtang stared at him suspiciously.

He shook his head and said coldly, "I haven't seen it."

"how come……"

Before Chen Tangtang finished asking the question, he raised it with a "huh", seeming to be deeply dissatisfied.

"Feel sorry."

He was startled, and said lightly: "Why do you apologize? You and I are not strangers."

Hey?

"However, the poor monk has indeed never met the benefactor."

He put down the wine cup and glanced at her: "Do you really think you haven't seen it if you haven't seen it?"

Chen Tangtang thought about it carefully, and said casually: "Could it be that the poor monk and the benefactor met in the past life?"

He nodded.

Really or not, why are there so many people related to the poor monk in his previous life?What evil did the poor monk do in his previous life?

Could it be that he also owed this benefactor some evil debt?

He poured himself another glass of wine, and just when Chen Tangtang was about to ask, he suddenly said, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Huh?" Chen Tangtang looked at the delicious food on the table in surprise, "Could this be a dish prepared for poor monks?"

He nodded coldly: "When old friends meet, it is natural to offer delicacies."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

But you look like a stepmother, like a poor monk who killed your old friend.

However, since it is a treat for dinner, the poor monk is of course obliged.

"Amitabha, good, good." As Chen Tangtang spoke, he took the seat opposite him without hesitation.

"Please use."

Chen Tangtang immediately raised the silver and started to enjoy the vegetarian food on the table.

But he didn't take a sip, he just drank his own wine in a dull mood.

Chen Tangtang asked suspiciously: "Don't the benefactor use food?"

He remained indifferent: "I prepared it for you, I don't need it."

Chen Tangtang bit the silver point, his expression became more confused.

It turned out that all the dishes on this table were reserved for her. What kind of luck did she have in her previous life to have such a good friend... Bah, a friend who knows both cold and hot.

Chen Tang Tang is munching on delicious dishes.

That talent added slowly: "...After all, this is your favorite meal of decapitation."

"puff--"

Chen Tangtang couldn't eat anymore.

"Ah, you don't have to worry about it." His cold and distinct black and white appearance is like an exquisite puppet, cold and beautiful, but without his own emotions.

It's impossible not to care!

"No, the poor monk is very concerned about this matter. Please tell the poor monk about it. How did this meal become the meal for the poor monk?"

"Ah, I didn't say this is your meal." He raised his dark eyes, stared at her without blinking, and replied seriously.

His appearance, coupled with his appearance that is different from ordinary people, is a bit scary.

"But, the benefactor just said..."

"I'm talking about your favorite severed head meal." He almost repeated every word, earnestly.

Chen Tangtang squeezed his chopsticks tightly: "Is there any difference between the two?"

He thought for a while, and there was no expression on his delicate doll-like face: "I mean, you have died nine times. When I saw you off on the Naihe Bridge, these were the dishes you liked."

With a "pop", the silver in Chen Tangtang's hand fell onto the table.

He tilted his head, puzzled and said, "Why do you react so strongly?"

This is not nonsense, if someone said that you died nine times, you must have the same reaction as the poor monk!

"People will die when they live, that's the truth."

Chen Tangtang: "What you said makes sense..." No wonder!

Because of Chen Tangtang's weird tone, he looked at her seriously: "Ordinary people are so fragile, you should cherish your life."

You don't need to tell me that the poor monk knows it.

Chen Tangtang: "After all, who is the benefactor?"

"I've told you nine times."

I don't know if it was because she stared at his expressionless face for a long time, but she actually noticed that he was a little bit wronged.

He sighed: "This is the tenth time."

The poor monk is probably dead, so he won't remember your explanation, right?Can this also blame the poor monk?

"Do you know the Four Monkeys in Confusion?"

"I don't know."

"Do you know the ten kinds of Zhoutian?"

"I don't know."

"Then you know..."

Chen Tangtang hurriedly interrupted him: "I don't know, I don't know, the poor monk doesn't know anything, please tell me quickly, benefactor."

She thought he would go on like this, but unexpectedly, he said melancholy: "Why are you so stupid, you don't know anything."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Buddha, don't stop the poor monk, the poor monk is going to beat someone!

Just before she ran out of patience, he finally said: "There are five immortals and five worms in Zhoutian. These are the ten kinds of creatures that most people know. However, besides these, there are the so-called four monkeys in the world. They have boundless magic power and high abilities, they are neither five immortals nor five worms, they are just..."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Xingzhe jumped out from nowhere, and hurriedly said: "Brother! Tongbi is looking for you, you should hurry up."

"Really? Okay, I get it." He nodded seriously, turned his head to Chen Tangtang and said, "I am the Chijiri Horse Monkey. I know Yin and Yang, and I can avoid death and prolong life."

Co-authoring such a long foreshadowing just now is to brag about yourself?

Chen Tangtang tasted it, and suddenly felt something wrong: "You were the friend of the poor monk for the first nine lives?"

He nodded.

"Can you still avoid death and prolong life?"

He nodded again.

"Then just watch the poor monk die?"

Chijiri horse monkey was silent for a moment.

Sun Xingzhe couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and pulled him and said, "You promised me, don't break your promise."

Chijiri Mahou followed Sun Xingzhe, turned his head to Chen Tangtang and said, "I'm sorry, I can bring back to life everyone in the world, but you, no."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Xingzhe dragged him into the thick fog and disappeared without a trace.

Chen Tangtang picked up the silver again, bowed his head and remained silent.

Sun Xingzhe scratched his ears: "Hey, don't listen to his nonsense, he is not used to saying anything good."

Seeing that Chen Tangtang was just eating but not talking, he became more and more anxious.

"Hey, are you angry? Or sad? Alas, you mortals are really troublesome."

He sat beside Chen Tangtang, staring at her calm profile for a while.

"You are talking."

Chen Tangtang ate food in silence, only his cheeks puffed up slightly.

He propped his chin up and stared at her eating, but the more he looked at her, the more cute he felt.

No wonder the stone monkey insisted on recognizing such a master, it turned out to be beneficial, just watching her eat, he felt comfortable.

Well, he decided!

Now that he has turned into that stone monkey and robbed his master, let's take the scriptures along the way!

He didn't believe it anymore, why the six-eared macaque couldn't do what he could do with the Lingming stone monkey!What's more, he also dragged his two elder brothers into the water together.

Thinking of his own plan, the fake grandson and the real six-eared macaque couldn't help laughing: "Master, is it ready?"

Chen Tangtang nodded slightly: "I'm sorry for the trouble."

Now, she can conclude that this Sun Walker is not her apprentice.

However, since he dared to pretend to be Sun Xingzhe, he obviously has a lot of skills. I don't know if her real apprentice who ran away from home was kidnapped by them?

The poor monk will do it and be optimistic.

The six-eared macaque, who knew nothing about Chen Tangtang's thoughts, jumped up and said, "We're full, let's go learn scriptures, I'm ready."

Chen Tangtang: "...OK."

This fake grandson is really bold enough to go to learn scriptures with her, isn't he afraid of being recognized by the Buddha?

Chen Tangtang only felt that the water here was very deep, but he still felt that he could try to see it.

Well, let's take a step and take a look.

Sun Xingzhe led Chen Tangtang through the fog again.

At the foot of the fairy mountain, Chen Tangtang saw Ba Jie, Sha Wujing and Bai Longma.

Wait, this is wrong!

I saw that Bajie's eyes were covered with a white cloth, and his expression was not as gentle as before. Sha Wujing was even more frightening. He actually had a frozen face, standing motionless like a puppet.

And this Ao Lie... the white dragon horse, don't think that the poor monk can't recognize it, this is really a horse!

You have set up a grass-roots team, and you want the poor monk to lead you to learn scriptures? !

Really, really know how to play!

The author has something to say:

Except for Tang Seng, they are all fake and shoddy products.