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

"Master, master! What can we do?" Ao Lie asked in panic.

Chen Tangtang comforted: "It's okay, there will always be a result."

After all, it's just a matter of choosing one of the two.

Ao Lie's eyes lit up: "Is there a way, Master?"

Chen Tangtang shook his head: "Not at all, just go with what happens, the Buddha will solve everything after all."

Ao Lie: "..."

Master, you leave all the problems to the Buddha, does the Buddha know?

"However..." Chen Tangtang smiled slightly, "The disciples of the poor monk are all highly capable people, and their mana will never lose to monsters. Whoever wins will naturally be the disciple of the poor monk."

Ao Lie wiped his face: "Master, you can't be serious..."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept past his ears, he shrank his head subconsciously, and the gust of wind blew across his scalp.

There was a loud "bang", and the extended Ruyi golden cudgel directly poked a hole in the wall.

Sun Xingzhe yelled at Ao Lie: "Don't stand there blocking the way."

Another Sun Walker yelled: "Monster, fight!"

When the golden cudgel hit one place, sparks of gold sparks appeared.

The six apprentices in the room were all fighting, and the room where they were fighting was dark and noisy.

Ao Lie was speechless: "Master."

"Ok?"

"You didn't do it on purpose, did you?"

Chen Tangtang smiled slightly: "What?"

He swallowed: "You are really a sinful woman."

With a "bang", a magic staff hit his eye socket, directly beating him into a black-eyed chicken.

Ao Lie covered his eyes and was completely furious: "Ah, the one who hit me must be a monster!"

As he said that, he joined the battle, beating him up regardless of whether it was a real senior or a fake senior.

Anyway, it would be good to hit the monster, if not, then it would be good to get revenge on the senior brother.

Wood chips, pieces of porcelain, paper and ink were flying everywhere in the room, but the place where Chen Tangtang was standing seemed to be treated favorably, quietly, without being affected in the slightest.

Chen Tangtang looked at the "Princess Iron Fan" across the battlefield.

"Princess Iron Fan" suddenly smiled, moved her lips and said silently: "Do me a favor."

Before Chen Tangtang agreed, he saw that he raised his sleeves, holding a banana fan the size of two fingers between his fingers hidden in the sleeves, and he gently shook the fan at her.

Chen Tangtang found it funny.

What can such a small fan do?Are you afraid that you can't even fan out a little wind?

However, the next moment, Chen Tangtang was blown away by the gust of wind... blown away!

With her long sleeves facing the wind, she flew upside down towards the bright moon hanging in the sky.

"Master—" the wind carried the shouts of her disciples.

The young master who was walking on the wind turned around and slapped the attic again.

Chen Tangtang saw that the entire attic and the people in the attic were blown away...

This magic weapon is so powerful!

It is also a plantain fan, but the one I got from King Jinyinjiao is not as far away as this one.

No, not right!

Chen Tangtang looked intently, and saw that there was only one person who was not blown away——it was Sha Wujing!

His red hair fluttered in the strong wind, his green eyes were burning, and he chased after the monster.

"Princess Iron Fan" frowned slightly, repeated the old trick, and slapped it a few more times.

He still didn't move, but the distance narrowed.

"Could it be that he still has some magic weapon on him?"

"Princess Iron Fan" held up two fingers in front of her lips, and between her fingers was holding that cute and powerful small and delicate plantain fan.

He smiled slightly, and pointed his two fingers in Chen Tangtang's direction.

Sha Wujing's eyes were about to split, and he roared: "Monster, how dare you..."

Before the words finished, "Princess Iron Fan" slapped her lightly, and Chen Tangtang sped up and flew out again.

He put away the banana fan, relying on the emptiness to control the wind, and disappeared in front of Sha Wujing in an instant.

"Master—"

His shrill cry echoed in the night sky.

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.

"Your apprentice is also true. I didn't intend to take your life. Who is he showing such grief and anger?"

Chen Tangtang said indifferently: "The disciple of the poor monk has his own knots in his heart, and what the benefactor did touched his pain."

"Oh, that's it, then I'm sorry."

Chen Tangtang opened his eyes, only to see him tilting his head and smiling at her, the moonlight gliding over his soft hair, it seemed to infect his black hair into moonlight silver.

He walked in the moonlight and the breeze, strolling in the garden, only his belt and long sleeves danced into brilliant waves.

He smiled at her and said, "If you do me a favor, instead of going after my nephew Hong Haier and your apprentice for destroying my attic, I will personally apologize to your frightened apprentice, how about it?"

Sounds like a good deal.

Chen Tangtang uttered the Buddha's name, and said with a serious face: "There is a predestined person in the Buddha's journey. If the donor has difficulties, the poor monk will definitely do his best."

"My difficulty?" He sneered, with a cold look in his eyes, "Can a person like him be called a difficulty? It's too high to think of him, he is just a bull!"

Chen Tangtang remained silent.

After he finished cursing angrily, he smiled again: "Ah, I've surprised you. Although the family ugliness should not be publicized, but that bull has done such shameless things, so don't blame me."

Chen Tangtang only realized who the bull he was talking about was after listening to the words of the iron fan boy.

It turned out that the man was the Bull Demon King, that is, the husband of the real Princess Iron Fan, the brother-in-law of Mr. Iron Fan.

"That bull found a little vixen. I have never seen that little vixen. I have been to their caves to yell and scold. The little vixen hides in the cave and refuses to come out, but her foul smell can be emitted ten miles away. Already!"

Mr. Iron Fan's eyes were stern: "The breeding cow relied on my sister to make a fortune, but now life has improved, but it has started to raise young ones!"

Chen Tangtang: "The poor monk doesn't understand, where is your sister now?"

"Hmph!" Mr. Iron Fan waved his sleeves, "My sister is a ghost, so naturally she doesn't want to share his knowledge. If you are ruthless, I will leave. Right now, my sister should be happy and enjoy the mountains and rivers."

Chen Tangtang exclaimed: "Princess Iron Fan is really generous."

Mr. Iron Fan said: "My sister let it go, but I can't let it go, I must avenge my sister for this."

Chen Tangtang also wanted to help him: "How can the poor monk help?"

He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Elder, come here with your ears."

Chen Tangtang said helplessly: "Benefactor, the poor monk is still in a state of helplessness in the air."

"Oh, okay." He smiled slightly, maintaining the same inverted posture as her, and leaned into her ear to talk about his plan.

Chen Tangtang was shocked and said: "This...how is this possible? The poor monk is a good monk for rebooting!"

"Oh, I won't say it anymore, it's just a trick, and it's not what you really want to do."

He chuckled and said, "If you and I really do something, I still think I'm at a disadvantage."

Donor, you have to touch your conscience when you speak.

Chen Tangtang shook his head persistently: "Not right, not right."

"Alas—" he sighed softly.

Chen Tangtang looked at him.

But he raised his eyelids and looked at her, and the corners of his mouth raised: "You care about me, don't you? Then do you have the heart to make me sad? I didn't do anything bad, I just wanted to avenge my sister. "

"Besides, I didn't endanger his life."

"Revenge with revenge is not appropriate."

"Well, I just want to teach that bull a lesson, so that he won't let others down at will." He showed a bright smile towards Chen Tangtang, this smile was gentle and dazzling, like a moonlit night.

Chen Tangtang was still a little embarrassed.

He got closer, blinked his eyes, and said in a soft voice: "Elder, isn't there a saying in your Buddhist sect that you cut meat and feed it to eagles? Why don't you try to imitate it? If the Buddha cut meat, you will give up your reputation... oh, Are you obsessed with false fame for your slow refusal to agree? Are you not a monk? Do you still care about this?"

After thinking about it, Chen Tangtang felt that what he said was very reasonable, so he nodded and said: "Okay, the poor monk will follow what the benefactor said, but there is one more thing..."

Mr. Iron Fan smiled and said: "You just agree, tell me, what else is there... Oh, let me guess first, you are a monk who went to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures, but to the west is the Flame Mountain, so you are Want to borrow my plantain fan?"

"Amitabha, the donor is extremely intelligent."

Mr. Iron Fan said bluntly: "Yes, as long as you help my sister get rid of this anger, I will borrow it from you. This is my sister's property. I want to borrow the wind, and I don't need this at all."

The two were on their way to find the Bull Demon King. Mr. Iron Fan told his own story. He and her sister, Princess Iron Fan, were twins. They turned into ghosts after they died. Practicing, using the body of a ghost to become an immortal, but unfortunately encountered the calamity of the Bull Demon King, she washed her hands and became a wife, and became the wife of the Bull Demon King.His sister told him to concentrate on cultivation, so he sealed himself in a cave to concentrate on cultivation. As soon as he made progress, he couldn't help but come out to announce the good news to his sister. However, Princess Iron Fan only left him a letter and a handful. The plantain fan disappeared.

So, he pretended to be his elder sister, maintained his elder sister's cave, enjoyed the offerings from the villagers, fanned the flame mountain every year, and was always trying to find ways to block the Bull Demon King.

"That kind of bull is getting smarter and smarter. He can't be fooled by ordinary tricks, so I have no choice but to do so."

Chen Tangtang nodded.

After a while, the two fell into a forest.

"The cave of that kind of cow and that vixen is deep in this forest. Hmph, the breeding cow has no shame."

Mr. Iron Fan took Chen Tangtang's hand and led her into the forest.

Chen Tangtang lowered his head to look at the hands they were holding, and endured it without saying anything.

"Huh?" Mr. Iron Fan suddenly turned his head to look at one place.

Chen Tangtang lowered his voice and said, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Iron Fan sneered: "It's really hard to find a place to go through the iron shoes. It didn't take much effort to get here. That vixen finally came out of the hole."

He casually pointed at himself, and the men's clothing on his body changed into a woman's Najin cloud robe in an instant, all of his black hair was wrapped in a flower embroidered handkerchief, and a pair of phoenix-billed bow shoes were exposed as he walked.

Chen Tangtang looked at him seriously, and only felt that although he was dressed like his sister, his dignified, delicate, and mighty heroic aura complemented each other perfectly, and he couldn't tell the difference between a man and a woman at all.

Mr. Iron Fan noticed her gaze, blinked at her, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong? Are you in love with my sister's face?"

How could Chen Tangtang wear such a stigmatized hat, and hurriedly said: "No, no, the poor monk didn't have such thoughts about Princess Iron Fan, besides, the poor monk just saw you as the benefactor, if you say... "

His eyes flickered, and he suddenly raised his hand to cover her mouth.

"Hush—" the wind brushed her cheek.

He took Chen Tangtang to hide behind a boulder, and after a while, there was a sound of footsteps not far away.

Mr. Iron Fan cautiously poked his head over, and Chen Tangtang followed his example.

Under the moonlight, beside the pine tree, a beautiful woman, Tingting, walked towards her.

Orchids are outlined between her eyebrows with cinnabar, the high temples on her head are like a crow's feathers, and her eyes are like autumn water and white dew. When she lowers her eyebrows, she is graceful and graceful; when she raises her head, she is bright and shining.

At this time, a gust of wind blew over her belt and skirt, sending a faint fragrance of orchid.

When she raised her hand, the sleeves rolled down, revealing a soft white wrist, and the jade hand at the end of the white wrist casually folded a branch of pandan orchid.