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

As a result, the people all over the country saw a monk being carried by the leader of the imperial guards on a horse and brought into the palace.

He took her directly to the front of the hall.

Chen Tangtang's eyelids twitched.

Wouldn't the king want to chop off the poor monk's head in front of the civil and military courts?

The commander stopped in front of the palace gate, "Your Majesty ordered you to go in by yourself."

The commander glanced at Chen Tangtang, and said calmly: "Don't be afraid, no matter how miserable it is, it's nothing but death."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Donor, are you really comforting people?

The commander also seemed to feel that there was something wrong with his words, and couldn't help coughing slightly.

"Don't worry, I know the executioner, let him sharpen the knife in a while."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Big brother, please stop talking, the poor monk was not afraid at first, but the poor monk wanted to turn around and run away when you said so.

The commander seemed to want to give her courage, so he raised his hand and patted her shoulder vigorously. His hand turned red before he turned and left.

When he got to a place where no one was around, he desperately blew on his already red and swollen palms.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Sure enough, people are not judged by appearances. Such a beautiful young monk, his body is as hard as bronze, and my hands hurt from beating him."

The commander couldn't help feeling a sense of reverence for this monk.

As soon as Chen Tangtang stepped into the hall, he felt a gust of evil wind blowing in. With a bang, the door of the hall was closed, blocking the warm sunlight outside, and the inside of the hall suddenly became gloomy.

Chen Tangtang didn't feel any coldness because of his golden light body protection, but he always felt that there was a gust of wind scratching his back.

She looked around, but found that there was no one here, and there was no lighting. Under the gloomy atmosphere, even the dragon chair in the middle seemed to be stained with blood.

Chen Tangtang raised his voice and asked, "Is anyone there?"

"Someone—someone—"

Her voice echoed in the hall layer by layer.

No one answered.

Her eyelids twitched.

After a while, seeing that there was still no one coming, she slowly walked towards the dragon chair, her sandals rubbing against the ground making a dry and piercing sound.

However, Chen Tangtang didn't seem to feel the horror here, he still kept his own pace, and walked slowly towards the dragon chair.

Suddenly, she felt as if someone blew on the back of her neck.

Chen Tangtang's expression darkened, and he turned his head to look.

However, there is only a gloomy and empty hall.

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, if you have a grudge, you have a grudge, if you have a grudge, you have a grudge, and if the donor has any grudges, come to the poor monk."

The wind in the palace was getting stronger, and the doors and windows began to shake, making a "creaking" sound.

Pretend to be a ghost.

Chen Tangtang continued: "When the poor monk came here, he had a premonition in his heart that this may be the fault of the poor monk. Since it is the poor monk's responsibility, the poor monk will not shirk it."

Chen Tangtang sighed softly, such a soft voice seemed to dispel the gloom and terror in the palace at once.

"Benefactor, come out."

"The poor monk will compensate you."

After a while, a small door suddenly appeared on the wall behind the dragon chair, and a figure was standing there. Because the light was too dark, Chen Tangtang could barely make out an outline.

"Compensation?" The man spit out a sentence from his throat, with the smell of blood and deep hatred, "You can't make it up, and you can't die."

Chen Tangtang breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, it seems that the two of us have reached an agreement."

The man didn't understand, "What did you say?"

Chen Tangtang smiled lightly, and said in a warm voice: "The poor monk doesn't want to die, and you also said that I don't need to die, then we have reached an agreement, and the poor monk's life is not needed for this matter!"

It took the man a while to react, he gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Your cunning personality has never changed!"

Chen Tangtang said slowly: "It's changed, everyone I met along the way said that the poor monk is a holy monk, and that the poor monk is merciful..."

"It's because they didn't see through your truth! You are cold, cunning and cruel, and letting you die is considered cheap for you."

"Heh." The man let out a sneer, and stopped abruptly with a smile.

"You... you're like this again!" He suddenly became annoyed, "It's like this every time! Every time! Every time you deliberately say these words that can divert people's attention!"

Chen Tangtang looked extremely innocent.

"Benefactor, are you the king?"

He yelled frantically: "You lied to me again! Didn't you say you recognized the widow? So you didn't recognize him?"

Chen Tangtang sighed, and said coolly: "You can't blame the poor monk, isn't it a little far away? I think you are not in good health..."

"Shut up! The widow doesn't want to listen to you anymore!"

The man hurried out, seemingly very angry, and his footsteps were extremely heavy.

He came to the dragon chair and stared at Chen Tangtang.

Chen Tangtang finally saw his appearance clearly at this time. The king who destroyed France was very handsome, but I don't know if it was because the surrounding environment was too dark, his face was a little pale, and his eyes were even more so. Calm and gloomy, with a ghostly look.

He was sullen when he wasn't smiling, and creepier when he was.

However, what surprised Chen Tangtang even more was that she could easily see a dragon entangled above his head.

She has seen a lot of dragons. Almost every king has such a dragon on his body, but all the dragons on those kings are golden, but his dragon is deep black, like dried blood.

Chen Tangtang looked at the dragon silently.

The dragon seemed to have sensed something, and raised his head droopingly. His eyes seemed to have some kind of disease, covered with a layer of white mist.

What will happen to the king if the dragon, which symbolizes the king's luck, is sick?

When Chen Tangtang came back to his senses, a pair of dark eyes suddenly appeared in front of him.

"why do not you talk?"

Chen Tangtang looked at him.

The king became visibly anxious, "You're like this again. No one knows what you're thinking about, and you don't tell anyone. Come when you want, leave when you want, don't care about anyone, and don't stay for anyone."

The king suddenly raised his head and smiled viciously, "I don't need to kill you, but I will trap you forever, and let you watch me kill everyone related to you one by one."

"So, are you killing 1 monks, or is it related to poor monks?"

The king suddenly pursed his lips and looked at her without saying a word.

"Do you care?"

Chen Tangtang nodded calmly, "I care."

The king smiled cruelly, "Okay, very good, then I will kill you right!"

Chen Tangtang said softly: "But, I am also very worried about you."

The king suddenly fell silent, as if he had turned into a duck whose neck was pinned down.

Chen Tangtang looked at him, "Did you do these things just to get revenge on me? You see, I have nothing wrong with you, but you yourself are dying."

The king cried out, "I'm fine! I don't need you to worry!"

He said, but as if he was afraid of her, he took a step back cautiously.

Chen Tangtang approached him step by step, "What are you afraid of? I'm doing it for your own good. Don't you feel any discomfort in your body recently?"

The king said bitterly: "Since you... No, since I remembered the things in my previous life, how have I ever had a good day! What kind of person are you pretending to be now?!"

Chen Tangtang took another step towards him.

The king was startled, and quickly jumped back, but stepped on the wrong place, slipped his foot, and fell on the steps of the Golden Temple.

He sat on the golden steps with his legs spread wide and watched her come in.

"You, what are you going to do!" He was going crazy.

Chen Tangtang squatted down and stretched out his hand.

His whole body was almost stuck on the steps, obviously just now he still had that unpredictable and gloomy look, but now he looks like a harmless sheep.

Chen Tangtang pressed his fingers on the little black dragon above his head.

The little black dragon opened his eyes slightly, slowly rubbed against her fingers, and opened his mouth to suck her fingertips.

Chen Tangtang felt that it seemed that it didn't even have the strength to open its mouth.

Chen Tangtang took the little black dragon down and carefully protected it with golden light, she strengthened the golden light.

The king said "Hey".

Chen Tangtang: "You saw it too?"

"How can there be light? How can there be a black shadow in this light?"

Chen Tangtang stretched out his finger and scratched the little dragon's chin, the little dragon seemed to be very comfortable in her golden light, he actually wrapped himself around himself, and plunged his head deeper into the golden light.

"Is this your dragon spirit?" Chen Tangtang said lightly.

The king had a "what the hell are you talking about" look on his face.

"Because you have dragon spirit, you will become a king."

Chen Tangtang continued: "I have seen a lot of dragon spirits, the first time I saw a black one, I am afraid that it was caused by your killing too much, you can't go on like this, if you go on like this, even if you are in the river of oblivion There is no way to wash away the sins after ten lives and ten lives."

Chen Tangtang raised his head: "Benefactor, what are you going to do? Is it to torture the poor monk? Why don't you start with the poor monk?"

Not knowing what was wrong with what she said, he suddenly straightened his upper body and stared at her fiercely, "You think I dare not attack you, do you?"

As if he was afraid that she would run away, he suddenly moved his legs together and pinched her between them.

Even through the cloth, Chen Tangtang could feel the biting cold on his skin.

Seeing that he had restrained Chen Tangtang, he suddenly stretched out his hands and pressed her shoulders.

Even if Chen Tangtang didn't use the golden light to protect his eyes, he could still feel the cold aura on his fingers. It was a yin energy, like the yin energy only found in Senluo Hell.

As soon as his finger touched her shoulder, Chen Tangtang shot out reflexively.

"Boom" sound.

His fingers drooped limply.

The king glared at her, "You..."

Chen Tangtang let go of his hand as if he had been burned, and said repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry, the poor monk didn't do it on purpose."

The king sneered and said: "You say this every time, yes, whenever you do it on purpose, it's because someone else was the first to move your heart, pay the wrong kind of love first, and sacrifice your life for you!"

Chen Tangtang raised his head.

He grinned cruelly, but his fingers slid gently across her cheek.

"What an innocent and touching face..."

The author has something to say: Chen Tangtang in this life: Me in previous lives...you have caused me a lot of trouble now.

Chen Tangtang in previous lives: Do you think you are less troubled now?