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

Nine-Headed Insect tilted his head and smiled: "Only at this time, Tang'er will think of me."

He didn't wait for Sun Xingzhe and the others to make trouble, and immediately said: "I heard that the king of Zhuzi Kingdom has a queen who is so beautiful that no matter it is a monster or a god, it will break your heart."

Sun Xingzhe and the others let out a "hehe" at the same time.

The Nine-Headed Insect stared at Chen Tangtang, and said softly: "Of course, even though there are thousands of beautiful scenery ahead, I only love this flower in front of me."

Ao Lie directly clutched his stomach as if vomiting.

Sha Wujing said unceremoniously: "You have a really thick skin."

Nine-Headed Insect nodded: "Thank you for the compliment."

Sha Wujing almost wanted to spit at this cheeky monster.

Chen Tangtang interrupted their vain dispute: "Go on."

Bajie used his fan to cover the sun above his head, and lazily said: "Since he mentioned that queen, the stories that happened after that are naturally related to that queen."

The Nine-Headed Insect glanced at him indifferently: "It is indeed related to her, so can you guess what happened?"

Bajie narrowed his eyes, the fine hair on his cheeks was painted golden by the sky light, he said softly: "Based on previous experience, could it be that this queen was abducted by a monster?"

Nine-Headed Insect fell silent.

"Ha, it seems that I guessed it right, but I can rest assured this way."

Bajie rolled his eyes and showed a gentle smile: "If that monster's true love is that queen, I don't have to worry about Master being seen again."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

She gritted her teeth and said, "I've really troubled you all this time."

Bajie smiled and said: "Oh, there is no way to do this, who made Master not choose the name well at the beginning."

Chen Tangtang wondered: "What does this have to do with the poor monk's name?"

Bajie licked his lips: "Because Tangtang...it sounds so sweet, and it is easy to attract butterflies, bees, ants...Master is really attractive."

"The poor monk is also very helpless. If possible, the poor monk is willing to share some of these red lines with you."

Ao Lie screamed directly: "Master, please forgive me!"

Sun Xingzhe suddenly made a feasible suggestion: "Didn't we all have the red thread cut before, or if I steal the scissors again, we can cut off the red thread of Master?"

Sha Wujing: "Good idea!"

Ao Lie's eyes showed excitement: "Brother, I'll leave it to you."

Bajie: "This is really a good idea."

"I object!" Nine-Headed Insect lost its smile, "Who knows if you will cut off everyone else's when you do it, leaving only yours."

"Hey!" Sun Xingzhe stared round his golden eyes, and a heavy sense of oppression hit him.

But Bajie patted Sun Xingzhe on the shoulder: "Actually, what he said is not unreasonable. It has something to do with Master. Even if it is a big brother, I can't believe it."

They cooperated with each other and were wary of each other, fighting back and forth, and the matter of cutting the red line was over.

Not long after, everyone arrived at the capital of the Zhuzi Kingdom, but the gate of the city was surrounded by people, and they didn't know what happened.

Sun Xingzhe jumped in to have a look, then came back and said, "The old emperor here is seriously ill, and now he is sending out the imperial list to recruit famous doctors."

Ao Lie put his hands behind his head: "Then it doesn't have much to do with us."

Everyone directly bypassed Huangbang and went to the Huitong Pavilion for entertaining foreign friends.

When several people were eating the food prepared in the restaurant, Bajie muttered in a tone of "I can see through it all", "I think this matter of the imperial list may have something to do with Master."

Chen Tangtang took a bite of gluten: "Don't, as a teacher, I just hope to get the scriptures safely and steadily."

Sun Xingzhe played with his chopsticks and said, "It's a pity that Master doesn't go looking for trouble, and trouble will come to Master by himself."

It just so happened that an eunuch ran over to announce the imperial decree, saying that His Majesty wanted to see the eminent monk from the Tang Dynasty.

The strange thing was that the eunuch was looking at Chen Tangtang in surprise.

Sun Xingzhe said firmly: "Look, trouble is coming."

Bajie: "Can we go together?"

Eunuch: "Your Majesty only summoned one holy monk."

Chen Tangtang comforted his apprentice, and then followed the eunuch into the palace.

However, there seemed to be something wrong with the place the eunuchs had brought her to.

Chen Tangtang looked around, and asked cautiously, "This...is His Majesty's bedroom?"

The eunuch lowered his eyes and said softly: "Your Majesty is plagued by old illnesses, so he can only summon the holy monk in the bedroom."

"Amitabha, may Your Majesty recover soon."

The eunuch looked at Chen Tangtang with a complicated expression: "If your majesty sees the holy monk, I'm afraid it will get better soon."

What does it mean?Is the poor monk the essence of ginseng?

Bystanders take a look at it and get nourishment by sniffing it?

Hey, it looks so dirty.

Chen Tangtang followed the eunuchs into the bedroom cautiously, but he didn't notice that the eunuchs and maids who were waiting around were stunned when they saw her.

In the bedroom, the bright yellow curtains hanging from the beams cover the king of the Zhuzi Kingdom layer upon layer.

After the eunuch brought Chen Tangtang in, he withdrew and closed the door.

The palace was filled with a faint fragrance of lotus, which was exactly the same as Chen Tangtang's.

Chen Tangtang touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist, clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha".

After a long time, a weak coughing sound from a man came from inside the tent.

After a while, his cough stopped, and he asked her, "You are an eminent monk from Tang Dynasty."

"The poor monk really came from the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Land. The name of an eminent monk...is ashamed to be worthy of it."

King Zhu Ziguo whispered: "Can the holy monk come closer?"

Chen Tangtang slowly stood outside the first floor of the tent.

"However, in this way, no one can see the figure of the holy monk."

Chen Tangtang had no choice but to lift the curtain and walk in.

"how about this?"

King Zhu Ziguo's voice became even lower: "I want to see the holy monk, please tell me about the customs and customs of the Tang Dynasty."

While talking, Chen Tangtang continued to lift the curtain and approached inward.

Until she stood beside the bed, outside the last curtain.

"...It turns out that there are so many capable people and strangers around King Tang, can you ask the holy monk to help me lift the bed curtain, I want to meet the holy monk."

Chen Tangtang bowed his head and said, "The poor monk is rude."

She lifted the curtain and hung it on a golden hook beside it.

However, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a slightly pale hand.

"You...you..." The hand shook violently.

Chen Tangtang turned his head, but he was facing a pair of overly black pupils. There was hardly a trace of blood on the man's body, as white as a piece of paper, which made his black pupils even more frightening.

Fortunately, Chen Tangtang is a person who even treats Yan Luo Hell as a scenic spot, so why would he be afraid?

She asked lightly, "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

"Lian'er." The same expression burst into his eyes, and a blush suddenly appeared on his pale and thin cheeks.

"Lian'er, it's really you. Are you blaming the widow? It's your fault. The widow didn't take good care of you."

What is this development?

Chen Tangtang was a little dazed, and his face became more and more indifferent, almost like crystal snow on a high mountain.

"Oh, you are always so indifferent to the widow, but, the widow..." As he spoke, the king hugged her arm and began to cry.

Chen Tangtang looked at the king who was immersed in grief and couldn't help himself with a speechless face, and looked around, but she found two strange things.

Chen Tangtang rubbed his eyes with the hand that the king was not holding, and then looked intently.

Sure enough, there were two sparrows jumping around on the king's body. It seemed that every time they jumped, the king would cough a few times in discomfort.

what is this?Love keeping birds in bed?

Amitabha, poor monks should not comment on other people's hobbies at will.

Maybe Chen Tangtang watched for too long, the two sparrows also noticed her gaze, they both turned their heads at the same time, staring at Chen Tangtang with their small eyes.

One said, "Is she looking at us?"

"is her."

"You can actually see us?"

"Quickly tell me, who is the evildoer!"

"You smell good?"

"Familiar taste!"

The two sparrows bumped into each other's heads and looked at Chen Tang Tang again. This time, they both yelled at her in unison: "Mother!"

Chen Tangtang only felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his chest.

The poor monk is so old!Yes!

Hey, no, how can these two sparrows talk?Could it be that the king raised two goblins on the bed? It's really wild~ lewd...

Before Chen Tangtang said anything, the king of Zhu Ziguo suddenly felt a chill down his back.

He wiped away his tears, raised his head for no reason, only to see Chen Tangtang giving him a cold look.

woohoo...

what to do?He wanted to cry again.

"Lian'er, I really miss you, talk to me, why don't you talk to me? Is it because you dislike me? Is that so? Lian'er?"

Chen Tangtang felt like he was being cursed.

She immediately asked: "Your Majesty, your bird..."

The king's face turned red all of a sudden, his eyelashes kept shaking, and even the corners of his eyes were flushed.

He covered his side face, and looked at her shyly and longingly: "What are you talking about, talking about such things in broad daylight, the widow has always been polite to you."

He squeezed her wrist tightly, and said softly: "But, if you want, Lian'er, the widow will tell you everything, everything will be given to you!"

His eyes were moist, and he promised her swearingly.

Chen Tangtang: "...Your Majesty, I'm afraid you have misunderstood. The poor monk is talking about your two sparrows..."

His eyes immediately filled with tears: "So, Lian'er, you have been unwilling to share the bed with the widow because you dislike the fact that there is only one widow? But, but... even though the widow is the lord of a country, there is nothing he can do about it? "

Where on earth did you want to go!Don't call yourself the king of the Zhuzi country, just call him the king of the dirty demon country!

The author has something to say: Chen Tangtang: Benefactor, you are so dirty!

King: It's all Lian Er's fault.

Chen Tangtang: ...

King: But, the widow also likes Lian'er's filthy appearance very much.