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

The man who couldn't pretend could only wave his sleeves to disperse the thick fog that covered his figure.

The mist that was dyed purple by the night gradually dissipated, revealing a white figure. The man rested his hands on the beauty's back, and his long sleeves were like rain and mist, blowing on the lake waves with the wind.

A silver headband neatly tied his white hair into a bunch, and hung it on his chest, with a cold silver light shining in it.

The wind blows from the surface of the pool, and the loose white clothes flutter with the wind, as if becoming immortal.

The thin and strong man turned his face and saluted Chen Tang Tang gracefully: "Old old man Fuyun."

He has white hair and white eyebrows, the corners of his eyes are slightly drooping, and he has the look of an open-minded old man, but that face is far from the word "old man", at most it is an uncle's face.

Chen Tangtang said in a low voice: "Poor monk Tang Sanzang, the benefactor sent the invitation to invite the poor monk?"

Old man Fuyun said in a low voice, "Exactly."

Before Chen Tangtang had time to ask the rest of the question, Lord Shiba interjected, "Guests, let's eat."

As he spoke, he came to her side with a tray in his hand.

The fragrance in the porridge bowl is more intense.

Chen Tangtang twitched his index finger and couldn't help but take a sip from the porridge bowl first.

Soft waxy, sweet, articulate.

She swallowed, and the warm porridge slid down her throat.

Shiba Gong asked nervously: "How does it taste? Can I still eat it?"

"Hmm..." Chen Tangtang pursed his lips, and there was a white outline on his pink lips, "Did the benefactor never try it?"

His expression became more nervous, and he asked cautiously, "Is it delicious? How about I give you another bowl? What do you like?"

Chen Tangtang whispered: "It's delicious."

"Ah." He opened his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and subconsciously put his hand in front of his lips to prevent her from seeing it.

"Because it's delicious, the poor monk is very curious, why is the benefactor so nervous? Doesn't the benefactor know how it tastes?"

The corners of Shiba Gong's eyes showed gentle lines: "Well, the last mortal who said that my cooking is delicious is dead. It's very...uh... as long as it's delicious, as long as the guests like it."

Chen Tangtang lowered his head and sniffed the porridge in the bowl, and asked curiously, "Why is there a scent of rosin in your porridge?"

Ling Kongzi patted his thigh and laughed loudly.

Chen Tangtang looked puzzled.

"Why is there rosin? Of course it's because he cooked porridge with pine branches."

Chen Tangtang's eyes lit up: "It turns out that there is still such an effect. After I go back, the poor monk must let my apprentice try it."

Ling Kongzi's left leg rested on his right leg and shook regularly: "It's difficult... Except for Shiba Gong's own pine branches, it is very difficult for other pine branches to achieve this effect."

Chen Tangtang's inquiring eyes turned to Shiba Gong, but Shiba Gong covered his sleeves and said nothing.

How could Ling Kongzi, who likes to make trouble the most, let him cover it up? Before others could react, he rushed to Shiba Gong's side and pulled off his sleeves.

"What are you doing!" Shiba Gong looked flustered and wanted to cover it up, but his strength was not as good as Ling Kongzi.

"Look!" Ling Kongzi raised his chin towards Chen Tangtang.

Chen Tangtang's eyes turned around his face, and then fell on Shibagong's arm. His arm was wrapped with a bandage, and the bandage was stained with blood.

"The donor is injured?"

"Ah...um." Shiba Gong turned his head.

Ling Kongzi smiled and said, "Ask him again, how did he get hurt?"

The corner of Shiba Gong's mouth dropped, apparently angry at Ling Kongzi, before Chen Tangtang could speak, he immediately said: "It's not about the guest if I accidentally hurt it."

He stared at Ling Kongzi, but Ling Kongzi was still grinning.

"You can fool others, but you can't fool me."

Shiba Gong sighed: "What are you going to do?"

Ling Kongzi frowned, then smiled again: "I just can't see your virtue."

As he said that, he suddenly pushed Shiba Gong, Shiba Gong lost his footing and threw himself towards Chen Tangtang.

Chen Tangtang stretched out a finger, and put it on the forehead of the eighteenth male who rushed forward, unexpectedly stopping his castration so abruptly.

"Wow!" Ling Kongzi applauded her, "So Tang Seng is also hiding something? No wonder..."

No wonder why?

Chen Tangtang withdrew his hand and stared at Ling Kongzi.

Ling Kongzi wore an arrogant and arrogant smile, squatted down, and hooked her shoulders: "What are you staring at me for? Could it be that you have taken a fancy to me?"

Chen Tangtang was speechless: "Benefactor, the poor monk has eyes."

"Yeah!" He nodded to himself, and said shyly, "So seeing my handsome face, you're moved, right?"

You feel better about yourself, don't you?

"Hmph, they won't be tempted by monsters like us." A familiar delicate voice sounded.

Chen Tangtang raised his head, and saw the little girl who was crying and running away was carrying a table full of wine and vegetables. She walked extremely steadily, and the wine in the jug didn't even sway a few times.

Behind her was the spooky man with red hair and red hair just now. The man held a Yaoqin impatiently and curled his lips.

Bullying the little girl to carry the table, you, a big man, only hold a piano?

Perhaps Chen Tangtang's eyes were so obvious that Chi Feng finally couldn't pretend he didn't see it.

He snorted: "What are you looking at blindly? You will seduce men!"

Chen Tangtang: "..."

What you said is like Chen Tangtang is some kind of seductive banshee, and what's the matter with your resentful tone?

She said lightly: "The benefactor misunderstood, the poor monk just thinks that you..."

"What are you, I don't want to hear you talk."

Chi Feng turned his head and sneered: "Monster killer? Are monsters obsessed when they see you? I, Chi Feng, just don't believe in this evil, so you should keep your eyeballs in check. If you fly around and seduce people, I'll pick them out for you." ! I've been staring at you!"

Hey, the poor monk is so scared!

"Enough!" Fuyun old man's indifferent voice sounded, "Tang Seng is our honored guest, Chi Feng, don't blame me if you do this again."

Chi Feng sneered, but stopped talking.

Chen Tangtang secretly observed the few people in front of him, and felt that their attitudes were very strange—it seemed that they were afraid of her, hated her, and were trying to make friends with her. Why did they torture themselves like this?

Chen Tangtang: "Amitabha, the poor monk just heard from the benefactor that you are monsters?"

There was a moment of silence in the pavilion.

Old man Fuyun hooked his fingers, and suddenly a white feather fan appeared in his hand. He covered his mouth with the fan, and smiled: "The holy monk is right."

"Old Fuyun!" Shiba Gong exclaimed in surprise.

Ling Kongzi also frowned, and then slowly let go: "What's the hurry, Mr. Shiba, she already guessed it anyway."

Fuyun old man nodded slightly: "Holy monk, we treat the holy monk with sincerity, and we also hope that the holy monk will treat us with sincerity."

Ling Kongzi smiled pissed: "It's Cheng who meets honestly."

Although she was right, she always felt that there was something weird about what he said.

Chen Tangtang's face remained unchanged and he said: "The benefactor captured the poor monk and separated the poor monk from his disciples, so that he can treat the poor monk with sincerity."

Fuyun old man pointed at Chen Tangtang's direction with his fan: "To tell you the truth, we did this for your own good. After all, master also has some things that should not be shown to disciples."

Chen Tangtang had a question mark on his forehead.

Old man Fuyun covered his fan and smiled.

"Well, yes, yes, if you don't understand, then I will tell you well." Ling Kongzi hugged her shoulder all at once, and said with a smile, "I will tell you gently."

Fuyun old man: "I don't know when Ling Kongzi you are good at this?"

Ling Kongzi choked, and immediately raised his head and laughed: "Haha, I love beauties, she also looks like a girl, haha..."

He smiled to himself but fell silent.

Old man Fuyun narrowed his eyes, and ordered the chairs that the little girl had set up: "Guest, please sit down, let's have some food and a drink together."

Chen Tangtang: "Amitabha, poor monks don't drink alcohol."

"Oh?" He gently scratched the corner of his lips with his feather fan, "Don't worry about it, this is vegetarian wine."

Chen Tangtang shook his head: "Alcohol ruins people's will, poor monks don't drink alcohol."

Old man Fuyun scratched his temples with his feather fan, and he asked with a smile, "Isn't that holy monk also lustful?"

Isn't that obvious?

Chen Tangtang put his hands on his knees and his back was straight.

"Aren't you lustful?" Ling Kongzi, who was sitting unoccupied, dangled his legs and smiled meaningfully.

Chi Feng snorted coldly: "Prudish."

"It's so disgusting, don't the guests also like osmanthus?"

The little girl with the double maids hugged Chen Tangtang's legs and shook them twice.

Chen Tangtang's face remained unchanged, and he said: "Amitabha."

"You don't like this...then..."

Just hearing the sound of "bang", the little girl stretched out in an instant and turned into a delicate lady. Her eyebrows and eyes were charming, her expression was innocent, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus on her body became more intense.

"Ah-choo--" Not only was Chen Tangtang not lustful, but she also sneezed fiercely, and the sneeze accidentally hit her double servant girl.

The little girl pushed him away with an "ah" and ran away without looking back.

"Tsk tsk, you really don't feel pity at all." Ling Kongzi rested his cheek with one hand and stared at her eyebrows, "The little girl ran away crying again. Why do you always make women cry?"

Do you believe that a poor monk can make a man cry?

The Eighteenth Duke on the side explained kindly: "It was Gui'er who misunderstood."

"Then why doesn't she misunderstand others, but misunderstands you as a guest? Naturally, you have a seductive and cold face as a guest."

As Ling Kongzi spoke, he reached out to touch her face.

Chen Tangtang tilted his head and dodged it.

But a cold scold came from a distance: "Why are you running? Why don't you entertain guests?"

Ling Kongzi withdrew his hand naturally: "It's over, Dangui unexpectedly bumped into that stubborn man."

"You don't feel good if you don't drink alcohol... Your honored guest, you really missed a lot of good things." Fuyun old man took a sip from his wine glass.

I don't know whether he is talking about the wine in front of him or the person who just left.

After a while, heavy footsteps sounded from behind. Chen Tangtang looked back, but the person who came didn't even look at her and sat down directly.

Ling Kongzi asked with a smile: "Mr. Gu Zhi, why are you so aggressive? Could it be that someone provoked you?"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes on the table all glanced at Chen Tangtang intentionally or unintentionally.

Chen Tangtang unconsciously picked up a bamboo shoot with his chopsticks, but before he could put it in his mouth, he was bitten by a mouth that suddenly protruded.

Ling Kongzi smiled: "I'll take this one, you don't mind?"

I mind, the poor monk minds very much!

Chen Tangtang put down his "contaminated" chopsticks.

Shiba Gong picked up a chopstick of fresh and tender bamboo shoots and put them into Chen Tangtang's bowl, then handed over his own chopsticks.

"Use mine, mine has never been used."

Chen Tangtang shook his head: "The poor monk won't eat."

Shiba Gong was a little disappointed, he gave Ling Kongzi a dissatisfied look.

Ling Kongzi still chewed and said: "Why are you staring at me? What? Your guests are not to please, so come and vent your anger on me."

Mr. Guzhi said coldly: "What are you talking about! Look at what you two look like now! Are you jealous?"

Ling Kongzi flattened his mouth: "No."

Shiba Gong panicked: "No."

Gu Zhigong folded his arms and said to Chen Tangtang: "Don't go too far."

Chen Tangtang who is studying bamboo shoots: "..."

The poor monk really died unjustly, obviously the poor monk did nothing.

"Mr. Guzhi is wrong. Obviously, the holy monk has not done anything yet."

Old man Fuyun's sleeves were like light clouds, and his feather fan was like mist. He smiled drunkenly at the wine glass: "Oh, I obviously invited the holy monk to be a guest, but, look, I didn't treat you well, um... ..."

Qingyun waved his sleeves, and he clapped his hands.

After a while, a ripe and rotten aroma came, like a fruit forest full of fruits in autumn, and like a ripe beauty.

Everyone's eyes turned to the door, Chen Tangtang was a bit too slow, and followed suit.

Two flickering green flames lit up from the depths of the corridor, like fireflies in a quiet forest.

The green fire is getting closer and closer, and the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger. It is the fragrance that makes the heart germinate, the spring tide is surging, it is the fragrance of flowers, fruits, and the intoxicating fragrance of rouge.

The green fire was getting closer and closer, and the thick fog around it also became shallower.

It turned out that it was not a green fire, but two lanterns with green gauze.

Dangui and another quiet and delicate girl lead the way with a lantern each.

The hazy light lifted the misty veil, and a woman in an apricot-colored dress held an apricot blossom in her hand, and Tingting walked in.

"Xingxian is here." Ling Kongzi smiled and narrowed his eyes.

The girl named Xingxian was born charming and delicate, and her temperament was indeed full of gentleness.

Ling Kongzi patted the seat next to Chen Tangtang, motioning for her to sit over.

Xingxian said in a low voice: "Ling Kongzi, don't embarrass others. Your bad intentions are something ordinary people can bear?"

After she finished speaking, she sat behind a guqin placed in front of Chifeng, her bare hands lightly raised, and she slowly plucked the strings of the Yaoqin.

"With the sound of the piano, fine wine, and beauties, what about us and poetry?" Fuyunsou suggested.

Chen Tangtang: "...Sorry, poor monk can't."

Fuyun old man pondered: "Then the couplet?"

"The poor monk won't either."

"Then let's discuss!"

"But..." Chen Tangtang looked puzzled, "The poor monk cultivated like a Buddha."

Old Man Fuyun: "..."

Yes, I accidentally forgot just now.

Ling Kongzi spit out all the wine in his mouth with a "poof", he patted the table and laughed.

"Tang Seng, you are such a treasure, why do you think you are so interesting?"

I don't know if it's interesting or not, but now he looks at Ling Kongzi with disgust.

"Have you gone crazy enough!" Mr. Gu Zhi sternly reprimanded.

Ling Kongzi was stunned for a moment, he scratched his dark green hair, and was a little puzzled—why is Gu Zhigong so hot-tempered today?It's not that he used to have a good temper, it's just that he never let him down in front of the guests, but today he reprimanded him, it can be seen that he has lost his temper, why?

The curious Ling Kongzi took a look, okay, he couldn't help but burst into laughter again immediately.

Gu Zhigong's upright and unsmiling face was red and black, it was really weird.

Everyone also looked in the direction of Mr. Guzhi curiously.

Even if he clamped his legs tightly, he still couldn't block other people's sharp gazes, and the awkward position on his body was still stained with the liquor that Ling Kongzi had just sprayed out, as if he had done something indecent.

All of a sudden, the hall roared with laughter, and even Xingxian's melody lost its tune.

Only Chen Tangtang sat upright, with his eyes downcast, and did not move at all, as if "the whole world is drunk and I am alone".

Mr. Gu Zhi's perception of her has improved a lot, but that's all.

He has been unlucky since he met her. He thought it was enough unlucky, but who knows that something more unlucky will happen to you next.

Gu Zhigong flung his sleeves and walked away.

Ling Kongzi shook his head and said, "Oh, Mr. Guzhi is just stubborn. We are all men. What's wrong with getting some water on your crotch?"

Old Man Fuyun brushed his temple hair, said with a smile, "Okay, then I'll pour a glass of yours too."

Ling Kongzi immediately put his legs together, moved away from him, and glared at Old Man Fuyun with an expression of "I didn't expect you to be such a person".

Fuyun old man shook his feather fan: "I'm kidding you."

Chi Feng, who was standing by the side, suddenly asked, "Have you guys forgotten the business?"

Business?Is it aimed at poor monks?

Chen Tangtang secretly raised his vigilance.

Xingxian stopped playing the piano, and sat beside Chen Tangtang with her skirt lifted.

"I heard that there are good guests coming, and I can't wait to see your demeanor."

She looked gentle: "But I didn't expect you to be such a person."

Her voice is gentle, and her words are comfortable, like a pretty flower of interpretation.

Chen Tangtang's vigilance softened in Ruanxiangli.

"Is it the poor monk who disappointed the benefactor?"

"Why do you think so?" Xingxian said with a smile: "I originally thought you would be a serious old monk, um, like a lonely old man."

She looks like a straight man?

Chen Tangtang was able to scare himself into a cold sweat.

Xingxian winked at her coquettishly: "But, I didn't expect you to be such a good man."

She held Chen Tangtang's hands and called out softly, "Jialang, you are exactly what a real man looks like in my mind."

But the poor monk is a woman!

Chen Tangtang's fingertips trembled, trying to break free, but he didn't expect Xingxian to let her break free so easily without using any force at all.

Xingxian gazed at her with admiration, the wet and sticky threads of love in her eyes were woven into an impenetrable net.

Old man Fuyun held up his cup and said with a smile: "The moon is beautiful tonight, and the people are also beautiful. Don't let the good times go down."

Xingxian's face was red, like a drunken blush, but she would not be drunk, her beauty would only intoxicate others.

Xingxian handed the apricot flower in his hand to Chen Tangtang, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were watery: "Jialang, this flower is worthy of being folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers and branches, I know I can't be a long-term couple with you, slave family The posture of willows, I just want to have a good night."

Her pink fingertips scratched the black and steep branches, the tender, black, and life-threatening beauty came under the gentleness of the powder.

Even though Chen Tangtang was a woman, and a woman without affection, she was still numb at the tailbone from the tender courtship scene in front of her.

"Oh! This is a rare opportunity!" Ling Kongzi booed.

Shiba Gong also gently persuaded: "Xingxian has always kept herself clean, and it is difficult for ordinary men to catch her eyes."

The old man Fuyun bit his cup, and gave a vague smile: "Such a beautiful day, such a beautiful day, such a short spring night, such beautiful flowers and full moon, such a beautiful wife... What are you waiting for?"

Chi Feng sneered: "Stop pretending, are you still a man?"

Dangui on the side covered her mouth and snickered, her bright eyes slipping straight towards Chen Tangtang's lower body.

The quiet Lamei also smiled at the corner of her mouth, and pushed Dangui with her hands.

Chen Tangtang clamped his legs tightly, showing embarrassment: "Female benefactor, poor monk..."

For some reason, seeing her embarrassed look, Ling Kongzi became more excited, his eyes were bright, and his slender fingers touched his lower lip: "My good holy monk, you look at me with such eyes , even if I'm a man, I can't help it."

Chen Tangtang immediately looked at Xingxian.

However, Xingxian's eyes were wet, and her temples were still covered with sweat, like apricot blossoms drenched in a spring rain.

"Jialang..." She called softly, leaned forward, and put her arms around Chen Tangtang's arms.

She raised her head and showed a reserved and shy smile, but her movements were extraordinarily bold. She rubbed Chen Tangtang's arm with her tender place.

She was docile and soft, but the chaotic love of spring crawled up the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

"Please," her thin voice was like a little snake wagging its head and tail, burrowing into Chen Tangtang's ears, "you can fulfill me, I only want one night."

As she spoke, as if unable to hold back her burgeoning passion, she began to cry softly.

Even if a man with a hard heart meets such a woman, he can only be soft first, and then hard.

However, to Chen Tangtang, she was like a burning fire!

Female benefactor, female benefactor, if it's something else, the poor monk will definitely help, but this... the poor monk really lacks that tool!

The author has something to say: Xingxian: Give you a look, you have met the right person

Chen Tangtang: But, the poor monk can't be tough...