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

Xingxian's crying was lingering like spring rain, and her arms were soft and tough like spider silk.

Right now, Chen Tangtang seemed to be tied to a tree by spider silk, and had to be drenched in the thin, greasy spring rain.

"The benefactor... the female benefactor..."

Xingxian hugged her arm even tighter: "Jialang, you can fulfill me for one night. I am willing to practice together with you, and I am willing to be your doom. After getting rid of me, you will definitely understand."

Ling Kongzi nodded: "Xingxian is right."

He raised the corners of his lips and showed a somewhat playful smile: "The holy monk has never experienced the bliss of the world, right? Since you have the opportunity today, why not experience it? Maybe the holy monk suddenly enlightened and enlightened."

Chen Tangtang: "...It seems that the benefactor seems to be very experienced."

Ling Kongzi choked, touched his nose and said, "Let's just force it."

The eighteenth man laughed.

Old man Fuyun said unceremoniously: "Don't look at his suave appearance, but he is a young boy who has never experienced love between men and women."

"Hey!"

Old man Fuyun held his fan and smiled: "Does the holy monk know why?"

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Why does the poor monk have to discuss this with you!

"Amitabha, the poor monk is not interested."

Ling Kongzi straightened his back and gritted his teeth hard.

"Why are you still here?" Gu Zhigong frowned and looked at the crowd after changing his clothes.

He glanced at Chen Tangtang impatiently: "You haven't finished yet?"

Don't look at the poor monk with a look of "you won't lift it", although the poor monk really... well, can't be hard.

Chen Tangtang smiled bitterly: "Thank you for your kindness, please forgive the poor monk for not being able to accept it."

Xingxian was startled suddenly: "What are you talking about! You... Jialang... Is it because I am not good enough for you?"

Her fingers clung to her thin shoulders, and her lips came together.

Chen Tangtang hurriedly dodged, his mouth went bald——

"Stop, stop! The poor monk doesn't like women!"

Gah!

There was a silence in the pavilion in the center of the pool, and the atmosphere was sticky.

Chen Tangtang hurriedly broke away from Xingxian, and when she stood at the corner of the pavilion and straightened her clothes, she suddenly realized what she had said.

No, poor monk didn't mean that...

Chen Tangtang leaned against the pillar and opened his mouth to explain, but they all had complicated faces.

Xingxian stared at her lower body with some regret: "It turns out that this is your favor? What a pity, if earlier I could freely choose my gender..."

Stop, stop!what do you want to do!

Chen Tangtang opened his mouth with difficulty...

"Ha!" Ling Kongzi jumped up all of a sudden, and said excitedly, "I knew it! I knew it!"

What do you know!

Chen Tangtang: "No...not..."

"Hmph!" Chi Feng folded his arms and said coldly, "I knew you had bad intentions."

You listen to the poor monk to finish speaking.

"Okay, okay, I see that you have forced the holy monk, sweating all over your forehead." Fuyun old man shook his feather fan lightly, and walked slowly to Chen Tangtang.

Chen Tangtang: "Benefactor, listen to the poor monk's explanation."

"Yeah, I understand, I understand everything." Fuyun old man shook his fan at her, and wiped her forehead with his sleeve.

Chen Tangtang shivered suddenly.

No, this development is wrong!

Fuyun old man stared at the bright cinnabar mole between Chen Tangtang's eyebrows, and smiled slightly: "Come on, we will definitely make you feel at home."

"Huh?" Chen Tangtang was puzzled, and she looked at Shiba Gong, who was the most talkative.

Shibagong said to Xingxian: "Since you are not needed here..."

Xingxian got up and smiled: "You are too... crossing rivers and destroying bridges is not like this."

She raised her hand and pinned the broken hair behind her ears, staring at Chen Tangtang with her beautiful eyes: "Saint monk, please have pity on me, I really want to have my first time..."

She bit her vermilion lips with her white teeth, and tears welled up in her eyelashes.

"Hey," Ling Kongzi covered his mouth and snickered, "At least you should transform yourself before you say this."

Xingxian glared at him, still tirelessly persuading Chen Tangtang: "Try it, and you will know that soft and fragrant women are much better than these hard men."

She blushed and said softly, "I can do anything, and I will make you comfortable."

and many more!

What the hell!What are you all talking about?Why does the poor monk feel as if he has entered another dimension?

Perhaps, Chen Tangtang's expression was too strange, Xingxian thought he didn't believe it, so he suppressed his shame and said: "I... I can use my hands, lips, tongue, hair... Anyway, holy monk, you can't be fooled by these stinky men." Cheated!"

The more you talk, the more you can't understand the poor monk.

Ling Kongzi and the others who understood clearly showed unkind expressions.

"Hey, Xingxian, you are going too far. When you seduced the guests, did we say that you are not good? What are you doing now?" Ling Kongzi made a serious face.

Xingxian snorted coquettishly, and continued to act coquettishly at Chen Tangtang: "Holy Monk..."

Chen Tangtang waved his hands quickly.

"Okay, since the guest has made a choice, you can go quickly."

Old man Fuyun waved his fan at her.

Xingxian muttered in dissatisfaction: "I can also make the holy monk feel at home, and even I can become..."

"Xing Xian!" Mr. Gu Zhi stood in the corridor outside the pavilion with a displeased expression on his face.

Xingxian muttered a few words, gritted her teeth, and left with Dangui and Lamei.

Chen Tangtang's intuition told her that something was wrong!

She immediately stretched out her hand to persuade him to stay.

Fuyun old man smiled lightly, held her hand with his thin and fair fingers, and clasped her fingers tightly.

He shook his hand lightly, lowered his head and leaned into her ear and said, "Holy Monk, don't worry, we will do better than Xingxian."

"After all, monsters... are born to seduce mortals."

He approached Chen Tangtang little by little, and Chen Tangtang had to lean back.

Almost half of her body leaned out against the beauty, and the back of her head could even feel the cold air above the pool.

Old Fuyun's face hung on her cheek, he smiled slightly, and scratched her cheek with the tail of his feather fan.

"donor……"

"Shh-"

Fuyunsou's collar expanded during his actions, revealing his white collarbone: "At this moment and here, the wind and the moon are just right, why don't we do something about the wind and the moon?"

His fan brushed against her lips.

"The matter of Fengyue?! The poor monk has no such intentions."

Fuyun old man smiled: "Guests don't need to explain, I understand everything, understand everything."

As he spoke, he turned around and waved his hand at the table and piano in the pavilion.

In an instant, those things disappeared, replaced by a huge bed, which just filled the space in the pavilion.

What do you understand!its not right!its not right!

Chen Tangtang leaned close to the beauty, and said in a clear voice, "Hold on, benefactor!"

"Huh? Does the holy monk like to move by himself?" Old Fuyun smiled lightly.

Bah, move yourself!

Ling Kongzi sat beside Chen Tangtang, smiling with one hand on his cheek: "Old Fuyun, don't say any more, even the holy monks are embarrassed."

"Oh, the old man's fault, it's all the old man's fault."

Chen Tangtang: "What exactly are you guys going to do?"

"Huh? Don't you know what we're going to do?" Ling Kongzi stroked his hair, and rubbed a lock of his hair against Chen Tangtang's cheek.

Chen Tangtang tilted his head.

The Eighteenth Duke said softly: "Holy, what style does the Holy Monk like? I have no experience, but I can try."

"what?"

Chi Feng was still leaning against the pillar, but his face was as red as his hair, and he still sneered at her: "What are you pretending, isn't this what you want?"

"What does the poor monk want?"

Chen Tang and Tang Yue became more and more confused.

Gu Zhigong suddenly straightened his face and stood up straight: "No."

Everyone looked at him in unison.

Mr. Guzhi asked Chen Tangtang with a complex expression, "You don't know what you're going to do to us, do you?"

Chen Tangtang choked.

Shouldn't this be about what you are going to do to the poor monk?

All eyes turned to Chen Tangtang again.

Chen Tangtang sighed: "Finally there is someone who understands."

"Huh?" Ling Kongzi was taken aback, "So you're not pretending to be reserved!"

What a goddamn feigning reserve!

"That's how it is," Shiba Gong simply got up when he saw this situation, "We want to have a good time with you, our distinguished guest..."

"puff--"

"Sorry, sorry!" Old Fuyun coughed after spitting out the wine, "I didn't expect you to be so straightforward one day."

Shiba Gong touched his face and smiled softly.

Chen Tangtang's expression was still in "Who am I? Where am I? What happened?".

After a long time, she came to her senses under the naked eyes of everyone: "Benefactors...are you joking?"

Ling Kongzi: "You guess?"

Old man Fuyun covered his face with his fan, and said softly, "Where will you put us by saying this?"

"Uh... the poor monk is a monk, but also a man."

Chi Feng said suddenly at this time: "You are talking like we are not men."

"Then why...why..." Chen Tangtang turned his head, "Could it be that someone threatened you to do such a thing to the poor monk?"

Fuyun old man blinked his eyes, but did not respond. Instead, he said, "Isn't this great? Even if someone instigates it, meeting you is our good fortune."

"This..." Chen Tangtang suddenly stood up.

Someone deliberately wanted to spoil her practice?Is this possible?who is it?

immortal?monster?

Chen Tangtang thought over and over again, but still didn't come up with a result.

Suddenly, a strong force struck from behind, and before Chen Tangtang could react, he was thrown onto the bed.

"The night is long, we should do something happy." The hot breath sprayed on her neck.

"Let go! The donor is too rampant!"

Ling Kongzi pressed his hands on the bed, lowered his body, and sniffed her body with the tip of his nose.

"Hey, I thought I was straight before I met you, holy monk, but who would have expected me to..."

Shiba Gong couldn't help but said: "What you said, is there something wrong with our body?"

Cypress Mr. Guzhi: "Hmph."

Bamboo Pole Fuyun Old Man: "Hehe."

Juniper Lingkongzi: "That's hard to say. I've seen strange-looking, crooked pine trees before."

Pine Tree·Eighteen Dukes: "..."

Old man Fuyun was lying on Chen Tangtang's side, plucking her ear with a fan: "What about you? Which one do you like better?"

Chen Tangtang's ears moved, and he said coldly: "The poor monk prefers the bodhi tree."

"Ah, I'm sorry, but as long as we like you is enough, we will be very gentle..." The deep voice made the ears numb.

Shiba Gong half knelt at Chen Tangtang's feet, trying to help her remove her shoes and socks.

Ling Kongzi bewitched: "What's the harm in indulging for a night? Our place is a place that even the Buddha can't detect."

Chen Tangtang's eyelids twitched suddenly.

So, this is the reason why the poor monk's apprentice has not come until now?

Gu Zhigong coldly put down the smoky purple gauze curtains around the pavilion.

The hazy gauze, the heavy mist, and the quiet pool all make this place too deserted. I just want people to hug their scorching bodies and keep warm.

Because of the excess golden light in her body, her body temperature is the highest among the people here.

Ling Kongzi put his hand into her sleeve, brushed her arm with his fingers, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's so warm..."

Chen Tangtang looked up at the swaying palace lantern on the roof of the pavilion, and said in a low voice: "The poor monk warns me one last time, please donate your hand earlier."

"It's very painful for a poor monk to beat someone."

There was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

Lights and shadows interweave.

Cold, red hair, white hair, black hair entangled by the face.

The end is boundless wind and moon.

The end is unrestrained.

The end is infinite style.

Outside the pavilion, Xingxian, Dangui and Lamei secretly looked around.

Dangui said innocently: "Sister, why do you think they accepted their fate like this? You can choose not to do this task."

Lamei: "Yes."

Xingxian: "Of course those big pig's hoofs are moved by spring, hey, spring is here after all."

Dangui: "But don't they like women?"

"Hush, before you meet someone you like, who knows whether you really like a man or a woman? Sigh, just like my sister, even if I know Tang Seng is a woman now, I can't help but drag her to the bed."

Lamei: "Why?"

Xingxian smiled shyly: "Naturally, she has both the courage of a man and the gentleness of a woman. She is good-looking, fragrant, and hot. Only when a man is hotter can a woman be happy."

Dangui and Lamei gave an "oh" half understanding.

The next moment, Tan Xinting suddenly burst into a man's scream, followed by moaning uncontrollably.

Xingxian covered her face, couldn't help opening her fingers, and peeked: "Oh, it's so intense."

The quiet Lamei frowned slightly: "Sister, I don't feel right. This voice... seems like they were beaten."

"No, I have to go and see." Lamei said and was about to run over.

Xingxian hurriedly grabbed her and said, "What do you know, don't you say that the happiness in a carousel is like dying? The more miserable they scream, the happier they are!"

Lamei looked at her sister suspiciously: "Ah? Is that so?"

Dangui nodded hurriedly: "That's right, that's right, when I sneaked down the mountain, I saw my wife beat my husband with a whip, so the husband will be so happy."

Lamei: "Wow, mortals are really complicated."

The three of them were leaning against the railing together, holding their cheeks in their hands, and looked at Tanxinting with the same admiration.

Until the dawn came in, the groaning did not stop, and the voice became more and more out of tune, as if the throat was about to burst.

Dangui raised her hand and rubbed her face: "I screamed all night, I'm so sleepy..."

Lamei smacked her lips: "No, I still feel like they were beaten."

Xingxian stared at the pavilion in bewilderment: "What nonsense are you talking about? They obviously had a good night. Alas, the holy monk has worked so hard. What should I do to replenish the holy monk's body?"

Dangui and Lamei both turned their heads and stared at Xingxian in disbelief.

"You mean..."

"says……"

"Tang Seng is... the one above?"

"Wow? Can't tell!"

Xingxian said softly: "Monk Tang must not be judged by his appearance, I think he must have a big..."

Suddenly an indifferent male voice came from behind: "What's the big deal?"

"Big...big..." Xingxian slowly turned her head, only to see a piece of darkness.

Suddenly, a silver light appeared.

"Sister!" Dangui and Lamei shouted in unison.

"What are you doing so loudly, they haven't..." At this point, Xingxian could only make a gasp, and a fishy smell rose up, and she vomited a mouthful of blood.

Xingxian's eyes widened, and she touched her cold neck. It turned out that her neck had already been cut, and her blood vessels and trachea were all ruptured. If she penetrated an inch further, she would die.

Xingxian never realized that death was so close to her.

Dangui and Lamei quickly stood in front of Xingxian.

The man frowned, and the overwhelming majesty and chill rushed towards him.

Xingxian quickly stuffed the two of them behind her back, holding them tightly with her arms from left to right.

She opened her mouth, and could only speak in a breathless voice: "Why-wh-wh-"

The man tilted his head and said coldly: "You have become someone else's tool, and you have the consciousness of being destroyed. I am very annoyed because of what you have done. Get out, and let me see that you are absolutely wanted." Life!"

Xingxian looked back at Tanxinting hesitantly.

"What? Are you overthinking your capabilities?"

Xingxian picked up the osmanthus and wintersweet and left quickly.

The man looked indifferently at the backs of the three leaving, and then walked slowly towards the Tanxin Pavilion.

I don't know if the people inside are also aware of the danger, and the groaning gradually became quieter.

The light of the sun reflected on the smoky purple curtain, or dark or light, just like wisteria flowers.

There are beauties under the flowers.

He backed off.

The curtain moved.

He snapped back to his senses and looked up.

The layer of wisteria flowers was slowly lifted up, and the skylight changed levels, slowly covering the people who came out of the purple clouds.

Chen Tangtang was walking forward with his head down, but accidentally stepped on the shadow of a man.

Is there anyone else here?

Chen Tangtang suddenly felt guilty.

She clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha, I have seen the benefactor."

"Why are you guilty?" A cold and serious voice suddenly rang in her ears.

Chen Tangtang raised his head abruptly, only to see Erlang Shen dressed in black, his face sinking like water.

"Why did the Xian family come here? Is it the disciple of the poor monk who asked you for help?"

But he didn't answer the question and asked: "You are thinking about your apprentice all the time."

Perhaps because of what happened last night, Chen Tangtang couldn't help but take another look at Erlangshen.

Erlang Shen turned his body sideways, but his eyes sneaked towards the gap between the gauze curtains.

"I'm here to ask you a question."

Standing on someone else's platform and asking questions?Shall we run for our lives first?

Chen Tangtang glanced at the pavilion uneasily, nodded and said, "Please tell me, Xianjia."

"who am I?"

Chen Tangtang blinked his eyes: "Huh?"

He then asked, "Who are you?"

Chen Tangtang was completely dumbfounded.

Could it be the way she slept last night?Pooh, she didn't sleep well last night!Who can sleep in such a situation!

Chen Tangtang: "Immortal family, you..."

She took two steps forward, tilting her head to look at Erlang Shen.

He was still cold and majestic, the end of his eyes seemed to be swept by silver powder, and the wind swept his eyes, mixed with ice, snow and autumn frost.

He turned around and was facing Chen Tangtang, with complex and difficult eyes.

Obviously facing the face of Erlang Shen, she inexplicably thought of a character who has been jumping around her from time to time since traveling west.

She took another step forward, almost touching him.

His breathing faltered for a moment.

Look, there's a telltale leak.

Chen Tangtang raised his head and said with certainty: "You are not Erlang God."

He raised an eyebrow.

Chen Tangtang frowned slightly, and asked him softly, "Are you Zheng Yulang?"

As soon as the words fell, he immediately took two steps back covering his heart, and his head roared even more.

"I... I'm Zheng Yulang?" He covered his head and looked up, his eyes blank.

"Who is Zheng Yulang for?"

He took two steps back.

"Hey, wait!" Chen Tangtang hurriedly dissuaded him.

But as if he couldn't stand her approaching, he hastily stepped back and crashed into the smoky purple curtain, and the scene in the curtain was even more unobstructed.

Chen Tangtang covered his face, wiped it vigorously, and raised his head again as if nothing had happened.

Soon, he came out with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Amitabha, seek benevolence to obtain benevolence, seek benevolence to obtain benevolence." Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together and lowered his eyelashes.

The fake Erlang God and the real Zheng Yulang laughed at this moment: "Oh, did they beg you to beat them? Look at you beating them, tsk tsk..."

Chen Tangtang said indifferently: "The poor monk can't help it, King Kong is still glaring, the poor monk will naturally be angry, and the poor monk has already warned them—"

Chen Tangtang raised his head and said with a weak and innocent face: "It hurts a poor monk to beat someone."

He looked at her from the top of her head to her toes, and he couldn't see how such a beautiful monk beat someone.

"It seems that you have a lot of secrets, and I happen to be very interested."

"Didn't Master Zheng turn into a stream of light and disappear in front of the poor monk? Why do you still appear? Still with this appearance."

"I'm going to ask you." He walked to her side, suddenly raised his hand and touched her head, and said with a smile, "Why do I have no memory when I wake up? I don't even know who I am, I just know Following a section of Lianxiang, I only know to look at you."

He looked at her deeply, and couldn't bear to move away for a moment: "Why do you say this? Why do I have such a deep obsession with you, even if I lose my memory, I still won't let me go?"

The author has something to say: This difficulty is the same as that of Gu Zhigong, several tree spirits and Tang Seng, who are not very good at writing poems, so they can only go to bed [crossed out].

innocent face~