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

Seeing her son-in-law standing outside the tent, Princess Wansheng didn't panic, she actually sat down on Chen Tangtang's belly.

Chen Tangtang screamed "Ah".

Halloween Princess was startled, and immediately leaned over to check.

Chen Tangtang groaned, "It's so heavy...it's too heavy!"

Princess Wansheng's alluring face suddenly pulled down, her lips trembling with anger: "I thought you were a good monk, but I didn't expect you to tease me like this!"

She glanced in the direction of the son-in-law calmly, and immediately raised her voice: "Look, I don't want your life!"

As she spoke, she turned her head and winked playfully at Chen Tangtang.

Chen Tangtang found out that Princess Wan Sheng mainly designed her son-in-law, and she has no worries about her life for the time being.

Princess Wansheng pressed on Chen Tangtang's body, unleashed her demonic power, and raised her palms high.

Chen Tangtang has golden light to protect his body, and he only regards the demonic wind as a spring breeze.

"No, princess, wait a moment!"

The sudden voice outside the tent made Princess Wan Sheng smile with a tricky smile.

She reached out suddenly, grabbed Chen Tangtang's neck with her right hand, and squeezed with her left hand.

Chen Tangtang saw her fingers touch her, and his clothes, which he had already dried with golden light, were damaged again. The light and thin shirt was wetly attached to her body, and her skin was almost visible through the fabric with sparse warp and weft.

The poor monk really suffered an indiscriminate disaster today.

Before Chen Tangtang finished complaining, the evil wind on Baiyu's bed became stronger, and there was a sound of tearing above her head. At this time, the red silk curtain on the top of the bed floated down, covering the top of her head and half of her face.

Halloween Princess lowered her voice and said, "If you help me put on a show, I won't eat you."

The princess's lips were almost on hers.

Chen Tangtang hurriedly looked away from the outside of the white jade bed, but there was no light in Princess Wansheng's eyes.

In an instant, the evil wind blew up, and the red gauze tent was blown up. The misty red gauze tent was like rolling clouds, and under the gorgeous clouds, the beauty with half of her face buried in the depths of the gauze broke into the eyes of the son-in-law.

She was pressed under the palm of the Halloween princess, trembling like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, her whole body was dripping wet, although she was embarrassed, she was very seductive.

Chen Tangtang regained his composure, and took the opportunity to look at the nine-headed son-in-law outside the tent.

I saw that he was wearing a silver crown on his head, and he did not know what kind of animal was carved on the crown, as if there were many heads, and all the silver hair was gathered in such a weird and evil hair crown.

Chen Tangtang looked down, but saw a pair of deep and cold eyes and a handsome and gentle mature face, but no matter how hard he tried to put on a gentle and harmless expression, his tightly pursed lips and deep lips The eyes still proved that this person is quite sophisticated, and he must be old and cunning.

Eyes will always reveal what is on her mind, however, no matter how she looks at her own eyes, Chen Tangtang's eyes are like clear springs in a mountain stream, bright and pure, clear and innocent.

The nine-headed son-in-law couldn't help thinking: Are there really innocent people in this world?He doesn't believe it.

If it's not true innocence, then it's a fake?

What is the purpose of this monk?

Chen Tangtang closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Benefactor, the poor monk made a slip of the tongue for a while, and I hope you will forgive me."

"Ha, I just want to tease you because you are good-looking. If you don't give me face like this, I will keep you!"

Halloween Princess' fingers tightened all of a sudden.

"Princess! Let go!" The son-in-law slapped Wansheng Princess with a palm.

Princess Wansheng wrapped Chen Tangtang on the bed in a red silk tent, and threw it directly at the son-in-law.

The nine-headed son-in-law suddenly drew back his palms, and embraced Chen Tangtang, who was wrapped in a red silk tent, in his arms.

The person was already in his arms, and the other end of the red silk tent fell in the air.

The red silk was like red clouds, and the floating clouds covered his eyes.

Bright red, cold white, clear eyes, charming silk.

He lowered his head and looked around, as if looking at her through the world of mortals.

The soft and lingering red silk curtain brushed over his face, took his breath away, and landed on her face again.

She breathes steadily, and the red silk rises and falls, just like the spring tide.

"This... I'm sorry, I apologize for my princess." The nine-headed son-in-law was personable and gentle.

Chen Tangtang didn't know how Princess Wansheng planned the nine-headed son-in-law, but he only knew that he was already in the game.

"Amitabha, the poor monk also had it."

"Poor monk?" The nine-headed son-in-law pretended to be suspicious, "It turned out to be the elder, alas, the princess is too nonsense... Wait a minute, elder, I will find a place to untie you."

With a gentle and kind smile in the corner of his mouth, he looked around, and saw that Princess Wansheng had disappeared, and the only place to sit on the left and right was the fragrant white jade bed.

He said "forgive me" guiltily, and put Chen Tangtang back on the bed.

Chen Tangtang: "..."

White jade bed, the poor monk is destined for you.

The nine-headed son-in-law pinched one end of the red silk tent with his slender fingers, and slowly pulled it, pretending to chat and asked: "I don't know where the elder came from? It seems that he is not from the same country."

Chen Tangtang had already heard from the little monster that the princess and the son-in-law planned her together and captured her. However, the son-in-law is still pretending to be innocent in front of her, which shows that the plan is very serious.

Chen Tangtang said calmly: "The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east, and wanted to go to the west to learn scriptures."

The nine-headed son-in-law paused their hands, and asked in surprise, "Could it be that the elder is Tang Sanzang?"

Chen Tangtang: "It is indeed a poor monk, why is the benefactor so clear?"

"Ah! No wonder..." The nine-headed son-in-law waved his hand and rubbed his forehead, a hint of understanding appeared on his handsome and gentle face.

Such an expression must be tempting Chen Tangtang to question him further.

Chen Tangtang stopped asking, she rolled around on the white jade bed, trying to get off the red silk curtain wrapped around her body.

The Nine-Headed Insect, who was still in a concave shape, saw that the monk Gulu Gulu had rolled away, and felt anxious, so he wanted to pull her back again.

Chen Tangtang, however, was like a silkworm baby, swaying on the bed, making the red silk curtains more tightly bound, and there were red marks on his neck.

This monk...

The Nine-Headed Insect was happy, and the defense in his heart was unknowingly lowered.

"Don't go far, I'll help you." His voice was thick but gentle.

The Nine-Headed Insect raised its hand slowly, like picking up flowers and playing the piano, found the head and tail, and then helped her out round and round.

"Um--"

On the way, he pulled at the wrong place, and the red silk curtain strangled her neck again, and she let out a groan.

His eyes showed helplessness, the deepness in his eyes seemed to be thick ink with water, and it was a little lighter.

"Don't you, Tang Sanzang, be called a holy monk? Why are you so clumsy? Just raise your head a little, and you can solve it."

Chen Tangtang was helpless: "The poor monk really doesn't know, besides, being called a holy monk is not what the poor monk asked for."

The Nine-Headed Insect lowered his head, his eyes were hidden in the shadows, and he said in a deep voice: "People in the world come and go, what they seek is nothing more than fame and wealth. Elders don't seek the name of a holy monk, is that asking for a position in Buddhism?"

His slender fingers reached her neck, pressing her arteries with his fingertips.

Chen Tangtang didn't seem to feel that her life was in the hands of others. She asked curiously, "Really? It's all for these two words? So is the benefactor seeking fame or profit?"

Is it pure curiosity, or an ulterior motive?

Nine-Headed Insect's fingertips pressed down, and he could already feel her heartbeat, which was beating slowly, one after another, calm and natural.

The Nine-Headed Insect smiled: "I'm a layman, so I can't avoid it. I seek both fame and fortune."

Chen Tangtang's tone was naive: "Isn't that busy and busy? It's painful, right?"

Nine-Headed Insect's fingers moved slowly along her neck, and the smile on his face became more generous and gentle: "You are not me, how do you know that I am suffering?"

His tone was exceptionally calm: "Life is suffering, and I am the only one who enjoys it."

These words suddenly silenced Chen Tangtang.

Nine-Headed Insect's eyes flickered, and he stared at the nail marks on her fair neck, like red lines in the white snow, which looked particularly obtrusive.

"What's the matter?" He was persuasive, like a generous elder, "If the elder has something on his mind, you may as well say it. Even if I live a hundred years in vain, I will meet a few more people and understand some truths."

Chen Tangtang suddenly said: "The poor monk is just thinking that there should be another kind of people in this world besides the fame and fortune."

The Nine-Headed Insect's eyes were clear: "The elder is saying that you are a monk like you?"

Chen Tangyan smiled: "No, the poor monk is talking about lovers."

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Chen Tangtang couldn't help but tilt his head, showing a puzzled look.

But Nine-Headed Insect suddenly stretched out his hand towards her.

Chen Tangtang almost couldn't help wrapping herself in golden light and hiding in the tortoise shell, but she held back.

His hand passed through the right side of her neck, and he retracted it with a piece of red between his slender fingers.

She looked down and saw a red leaf between his slender fingers, and her eyes were attracted by the calluses and wounds on his palm.

Nine-Headed Insect said: "The water brought the red leaves."

He flipped it with the red leaves in between, but saw that there was a love poem on it.

"The elder said it was for love, so there are love poems coming. It's really..." He shook his head helplessly, and then laughed again.

"Then why is the elder?"

Chen Tangtang sternly said: "For love."

Nine-Headed Insect didn't expect to hear this answer, he couldn't help being stunned, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally, he stared at Chen Tangtang with a child's gaze.

"The elder is too young, even if he breaks the precept, it's fine, but love...heh."

He laughed, seemingly disdainful.

Chen Tangtang laughed and said: "The poor monk didn't break the precepts, but just entered my Buddhist gate and escaped from the sea of ​​suffering. Isn't it just to cut off the heart of fame and fortune, and to cut off the thoughts of lust? Therefore, the poor monk can also be said to be famous, for profit, and for love. .”

She has such quick wit and eloquence, which makes Nine-Headed Insect think highly of her.

"The benefactor just seemed to disdain love?"

The Nine-Headed Insect raised its head, stretched out its palm, and the red leaf with the love poem flowed away with the ubiquitous flowing water in the Bibo Pool.

He said lightly: "Elder, if you live to my age, you will know that love is the shortest."

Chen Tangtang stared into his deep eyes, which was a starless and moonless abyss of night.

"Amitabha, the donor has suffered."

The nine-headed worm showed doubts.

Chen Tangtang said indifferently: "Since the benefactor disdains affection, but considers himself a son-in-law, it is obviously very bitter."

Nine-Headed Insect's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't expect that the person who understood him best in this world was actually a young monk.

He smiled: "Little elder, you don't understand."

His union with the Halloween Princess is just to get what they need, and there is no love involved in it. Otherwise, because of the act of the Halloween Princess who is diligent in finding a handsome man to give him a cuckold, she doesn't know how many times she died up.

It seems that Tang Seng is still young and has not experienced the sinister human heart. Well, since she is so close to him, as long as she cooperates obediently, he will definitely guarantee that she will not suffer too much.

The Nine-Headed Insect pinched the red silk curtain on her body and shook it violently, directly shaking the little monk out.

Chen Tangtang rolled around and lay prone on the bed. She was about to get up with her arms supported, but someone pressed her back suddenly, and she fell back again.

She smelled a scent of white dew and frost in the autumn forest, which was carried by Nine-Headed Insect.

"donor?"

Nine-Headed Insect's fingers suddenly rubbed the back of her neck vigorously.

There were thick calluses on his fingers, and when he rubbed them hard like this, it was like taking an old bark to bathe her, almost a layer of her skin was rubbed off, and the back of her neck was even more painful.

what 's wrong?Could it be that he is going to turn his face?

"Hmm..." Nine-Headed Insect pondered for a moment and said, "There was something unclean on the back of your neck, and I wiped it off for you."

Unclean things?If it is said that the only one who has touched the back of her neck is Halloween Princess.

Chen Tangtang suddenly thought of Princess Wansheng, who was sipping. Could it be that there was a mark on the back of her neck, and her son-in-law was jealous?

She immediately said "Oh" honestly, and after thinking for a while, she asked again: "The benefactor has a lot of calluses on his hands. If it is a demon, can't he change his shape? Why don't you get rid of the calluses?"

Besides, there were not only calluses on that hand, but also many small wounds.

The Nine-Headed Insect stared at his palm and said with a smile: "There is a reason, unfortunately, I can't tell you."

What he said was open and aboveboard, if Chen Tang Tang continued to ask, it would be exposed.

She got up and sat down, and the next moment she was surrounded by a quilt.

"Cough—" Nine-Headed Insect turned away and wrapped the quilt around her: "I'll take you to change in a while."

Don't, don't!The poor monk is afraid that you will find out the real gender of the poor monk.

Holding the corner of the quilt, Chen Tangtang began to ask about the business: "Why did you arrest the poor monk?"

The Nine-Headed Insect sighed: "This is the princess' idea, and I have persuaded her, but the princess is determined to go her own way."

"Well--"

Seeing that she was still staring at him, Nine-Headed Insect smiled wryly, and half knelt down on the pedals under Chen Tangtang's feet.

"The elder doesn't believe me anymore? Oh, well, I'm also responsible for this matter... The elder must have experienced countless hardships and dangers along the way westward, right? Are there many monsters who captured the elder and wanted to eat him?"

Chen Tangtang nodded: "How does the benefactor know... Ah, the poor monk forgot that the benefactor is also a monster."

For some reason, as soon as she said those words, his heart felt like being pulled by a fishing line.

The Nine-Headed Insect didn't have time to think about it, and continued to set a trap with words.

He frowned and said worriedly: "Elder, do you know why those monsters want to eat the elder?"

Chen Tangtang blinked his eyes, and said solemnly: "The poor monk heard from monsters that Tang monk meat can strengthen yang and cure impotence, could it be..."

Nine-Headed Insect: "..."

What kind of nonsense is it? Come out, see if I can't beat you to death!

The author has something to say: Nine-Headed Insect: It's over, if I want to eat Tang Monk's meat in the future, don't I have to admit that I am impotent?