Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

The night was as cool as water, and a round of bright moon hung high above the night sky.

The entire island was silent, and the moonlight fell on the ground, which was pale.

In the deathly silence, only dense Sanskrit sounds could be heard coming from Xuanzang's room.

Groups of black shadows gathered outside Xuanzang's house, and as the night darkened, there were more and more black shadows.

There is no lighting equipment on the entire island, only the faint moonlight is faintly revealed by the moon.The black shadows surrounding the house are also squeezing each other, approaching Xuanzang's house.

The gate, the windows, and even the roof of the house are all dark.

Xuanzang remained in the room with his usual expression and remained motionless, reciting scriptures over and over again.

The more scriptures he chanted and the louder he was, the more Xuanzang felt that the pressure around him was not diminishing, and even had a tendency to increase.

The oppressive feeling in the air made it impossible for him to calm down and comprehend Buddhism.

click.

The prayer beads in his hand turned up and down, making a small sound.

Xuanzang closed his eyes tightly, he only felt that the surrounding air seemed to be sucked away, and the atmosphere around the small room suddenly became solemn.

There was also the sound of something colliding with each other from time to time outside the door.

Click, click, click.

The sound of the beads became faster and faster, and Xuanzang was also distracted by the pressure from the outside.

No, I really can't take it anymore.

Dogs will jump over the wall when they are in a hurry, and it is also common for monks to lose their temper.

Xuanzang was so angry that he threw the Buddhist beads in his hand heavily on the bed, picked up the Zen staff leaning against the bed with one hand, got up and walked to the door.

They are all gods and ghosts who dare to come here to act wildly.

Xuanzang stretched out his hand to open the door, holding a heavy Zen stick in his hand, his usually kind and kind face was full of anger.

What a glaring King Kong.

"Today, the poor monk will let you all know what is called physical transcendence!"

The Zen stick waved in the air, making a swishing sound.

The wind blows.

The black shadows gathered outside the door saw that Xuanzang's Zen staff was about to approach the door, so they shouted quickly.

"Master, please be merciful."

"Master Xuanzang, I really didn't expect to disturb your rest."

"Don't drive us away, master, we will never disturb you to rest again."

The general of the Qinlong Army stood outside the door, with an embarrassed smile on his face, and bowed respectfully.

The dense black shadows outside the door are all soldiers of the Dragon Capture Army.

Seeing Xuanzang glaring at him, everyone responded one after another.

Xuanzang felt helpless as he looked at the chattering Dragon Capture Army gathered outside the door.

This group of people didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran to the door of a monk's room, and they didn't want to go back. Isn't it too strange?
Before he could think deeply, he could hear Cheng Yaojin's hearty voice.

"Okay, you guys. Just say why everyone is missing. Why are you scared of ghosts, and ran to Master Xuanzang for psychological comfort?"

Cheng Yaojin's words hit Qin Longjun's heart.

It was precisely because the room was full of ghosts and it was so terrifying that they spontaneously gathered outside Xuanzang's door one by one.

After all, the light of the Buddha shines everywhere, even if there are any evil spirits, they will not come near Master Xuanzang.

In this way, there are more and more people in front of Xuanzang Gate, and everyone wants to be closer to the center of the house and get more shelter.

"Look at you young lads, how frightened each one is."

Looking at the expressions on their faces, Cheng Yaojin knew that he had guessed what they were thinking, so he squeezed in from the crowd with a smile, and grabbed Xuanzang's shoulders.

"Monk, my brother is not afraid of such gods and ghosts."

"It's mainly because you are afraid. You see, you are a monk and lonely."

"The old man came here specially to try this bed with you."

Before Xuanzang could break free, Cheng Yaojin dragged him back to the bed.

Cheng Yaojin seemed to swear that he didn't believe in gods and ghosts, but when he came to such a weird island, he still felt some hairy emotions.

In particular, he dug out the stone statue that was pressing the bones. At midnight, thinking of that weird scene always made people feel uneasy.

Being able to guess the thoughts of the soldiers so accurately is not because Cheng Yaojin also came with the same considerations.

But compared with him, those Dragon Capturers were too young.

As the wind blows, Cheng Yaojin can't help getting closer to Xuanzang on the narrow bed.

As a monk, Xuanzang carried a faint scent of sandalwood on his body.

This taste can indeed bring some stability and comfort to people under the current situation.

Seeing the vacant space on the bed, several generals of the Dragon Capture Army couldn't help getting closer.

Xuanzang's current situation can be said to be a dilemma.

Half asleep and half awake, Xuanzang only felt that the place he was in was getting narrower and more crowded.

The bed board under him also made a noisy sound.

Squeak, squeak.

The sound of the bed board accompanied by Cheng Yaojin's snoring, one after another in the small room.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Sharp snoring, like a whistle, followed the sound of the bed board one after another.

It was getting louder and louder in the room, like a whistle getting stronger and stronger, and finally it was so sharp that it was like the last few exhausted cries of freshly boiled hot water.

The piercing sound gradually disappeared in the small room, and another long and powerful sound came out.

Whoops, whoops——

Cheng Yaojin's snoring became louder and louder, and the people who captured the Dragon Army couldn't help breathing in accordance with his rhythm.

Once, twice.

Cheng Yaojin's breath got longer and longer, and Qin Longjun couldn't help but shut his breath.

After a long breath, Cheng Yaojin seemed to have accumulated all the strength in his body.

A loud noise like thunder suddenly sounded on the narrow bed.

Rumble.

After the earth-shattering sound, there was an earth-shattering vibration.

Bang!
The flimsy bed board finally couldn't support more and more people and Cheng Yaojin's powerful and terrifying snoring.

After a heavy gasp, it collapsed instantly.

Xuanzang's restless sleep completely lost the last semblance of peace at this moment.

Cheng Yaojin was thrown hard into the bed, and the snoring stopped abruptly.

"What kind of rags is this, you can fall asleep after sleeping!"

Before he opened his eyes, Cheng Yaojin punched the so-called tattered thing in his mouth again, smashing the already precarious bed board into pieces.

"What the hell is this?"

He felt as if his hand had touched something, and grabbed the thing in his hand.

Facing the moonlight pouring in from the window, everyone's eyes were fixed on the things in Cheng Yaojin's hands.

The two ends are round and slender in the middle, and the whole body is white, which is even more white and terrifying under the moonlight.

hiss--

Everyone took a deep breath.

When Cheng Yaojin saw it, his expression suddenly became strange.

Why is it a human leg bone again!
Can't he fucking scare it with another person?