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"Don't talk about it, birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of heaven. You don't need to die as a rebel, just bury your teacher's ashes on a random seat." The old monk cursed.

"Hehe, I still want Ye Luo to return to her roots. You see, my apprentice, whether I will raise your ashes or not." Xuanzang said with a smile.

"..." The old monk.

It has to be said that he was really defeated by Xuanzang.

I really want to kill him!

Don't send it to the end, return the ashes!

"Go, go, go down the mountain! As a teacher, I don't have you as a traitor."

The old monk scolded, but he was actually angry.Probably he wanted to do the opposite and make Xuanzang feel guilty.

But when Xuanzang heard the words, he immediately said: "Master, take care, monks don't tell lies, my disciples will go down the mountain."

After the words fell, Xuanzang ran away without hesitation at all, and the wind was blowing under his feet.

"..." The old monk.

"A sin!"

After calming down for a while, the old monk looked at the Tathagata Buddha statue in front of him, and felt that the Buddha statue seemed to be mocking, and his stomach became even more angry.

"What are you laughing at, you Buddhists will suffer from it in the future?"

"No, I can't think clearly at this time, I have to kill a blue and white chicken to calm down!"

The old monk cursed and went out, in a hurry.

At the foot of the mountain, Xuanzang slowed down when he saw that the old monk was not chasing him.

"That's it? The old monk actually gave up. But it's not good to leave him alone on the mountain."

"No, the old monk's cultivation base is so high, and the crowd of evil spirits have receded, so what should I worry about?"

Xuanzang felt that he was worrying too much, so he walked straight towards the official road, and his next stop was Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty.

Wuming Mountain is only about forty or fifty kilometers away from Chang'an City.But since childhood, Xuanzang has never been here once, and every time he can only catch a glimpse of the colorful world of Chang'an City from a distance on the mountain.

About half an hour later, Xuanzang arrived at the gate of Chang'an City with the wind under his feet.

The city gate is about seven or eight feet high, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians, including many businessmen and dancers from the Western Regions.

It has to be said that the folk customs of the Tang Dynasty are simple and unrestrained, and Xuanzang, who has a handsome appearance, has attracted the attention of many opposite sexes.

"Although this time is to see the world of flowers and mortals, and then realize the great way. But how to make a living?"

Xuanzang did not rush into the city, but planned for the future.

It is impossible to stay in Chang'an City for only a few days this time, it is very likely that it will not wait for several years.

You can't use the spell of turning stones into gold to eat and drink in Chang'an City, because there is no sense of experience and life.

"Why don't you open a restaurant? No, it's too popular! Be a storyteller in a restaurant?"

"Uh... Opening a Tang Chang'an high-end club with the eyes of modern people? Some are feasible, and it is listed as a preliminary plan."

"Open a bookstore? Engage in science popularization?"

Xuanzang thought a lot, but there are very few mountains that can really be used.

"It's better to stay in Chang'an for a while, and take a look at it later."

After much deliberation, Xuanzang felt that this could be put aside for a while, and then entered Chang'an City.

As soon as you enter Chang'an City, it's like entering another world in an instant. It's hard to describe the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty without personally experiencing it.

There are row upon row of shops and restaurants on both sides of this wide street, stretching for dozens of miles, people coming in and out get together, and hawkers and performers can be seen everywhere.

"My Healing Game"

The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty is known as the coming of all nations. Although this is a world under the background of mythology, it is also experienced.

Xuanzang also saw many blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners with big waves, and even said "hello" and "toad oil" to express his greetings.

However, most of the foreigners said that they looked confused, as if they understood it, but they didn’t seem to understand it!

"In this grand scene, it is better to be happy alone than to be happy together."

Xuanzang had an idea, and immediately turned on the chat group live broadcast function.

Ding, the Journey to the West started a chat group live broadcast.

Ding, the old devil king who has never been deflated has joined the chat group!

Ding, Playboy joins the chat group!

Ding, the number one strange woman of the Yin Yang family has joined the chat group!

Ding, Sect Master Yunlan joined the chat group.

……

Journey to the West: "Everyone, take a look, this prosperous Tang Dynasty is as you can see."

Xuanzang switched the live broadcast camera, and immediately many members of the group could see the grand occasion of Chang'an City.

Playboy: "Liupi, as expected of Huaguo, it was so nice thousands of years ago!"

The first strange woman in the Yin Yang family: "Is this the Great Tang Dynasty? It seems that the Great Qin Dynasty has been dead for hundreds of years by this time."

Fortune teller: "That's right, Daqin's national destiny is only ten years old."

Sect Master Yunlan: "It's really prosperous!"

Chunqiu Jianjia: "Tsk tsk, I haven't seen such a city full of fireworks for a long time."

Fortune teller: "There are not only fireworks here, but also demons and ghosts!"

Playboy: "Just now I asked Jarvis to search for the characteristics of Tang Dynasty, and the search results say that Hualou is very unique? I wonder if the monk Xuanzang can show us."

The Demon King who has never been deflated: "Ahem..."

Demon Queen: "Damn, you six, you guys!"

The head of the Yunlan Sect: "Oh, man!"

Spring and Autumn Sword Armor: "It's okay, Hualou reflects the level of strength of a city. Especially there are many talented oirans in it. I often went there when I was young, and I often help."

Fortune teller: "So you are like this, Li Chungang, Li Jianshen!"

Playboy: "Have you noticed? In this situation, why didn't Ye Hei, the number one fan of Xuanzang, appear?"

Demon Queen: "Don't even mention it, I really forgot about this thing, what kind of plane are you doing!"

Fortuneteller: "Uh...Ye Fan's profile picture seems to be darkened, it seems that something happened."

Journey to the West: "What does going dark represent?"

Fortuneteller: "There are two possibilities. One is that the group nickname will disappear soon. The second is that it has encountered some kind of crisis and temporarily lost consciousness. However, the owner of this group has not received the notification and cannot obtain it at present. Know the specifics."

Demon Queen: "No way, that guy Ye Hei is so awesome in the future that he actually received the lunch box in advance?"

Fortune teller: "I hope not!"

Yan Shuangying was using her power to communicate with Ye Fan, she didn't want Ye Fan to die early.

Chapter 68 Xuanzang's Journey to the Jiaofang Division, stepping into the starry sky? 100023456789? (Add more)

"That young man Ye Fan shouldn't be ahead of Barbie Q, right?"

"In this case, wouldn't it be a waste of most of the plot?"

Inside Chang'an City, Xuanzang showed a thoughtful look.

He opened the live broadcast before, but it has been closed, mainly because it is not convenient.

Tony's suggestion gave him inspiration. During Li Er's reign, Datang was prosperous.

When a dynasty prospers, so does the corresponding entertainment industry.

In the same way, in Chang'an City, there are countless flower houses where literati and refined scholars live together, there can be forty or fifty on a street.

Of course, Xuanzang would definitely not go to that kind of low-end flower building, but to the only Jiaofangsi in Chang'an City.

The Jiaofang Division is related to the court. It is a place to entertain dignitaries and rich people. It is very difficult for ordinary people to come in.

Furthermore, the girls in Jiaofangsi are not ordinary flamboyants, they are all talented and beautiful, proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts, and it is easy to recite poems and compose correct poems.

Although Xuanzang has no identity, he is not an ordinary person, so it is very easy to get in.

At this moment, in the elegant room of Jiaofang, Xuanzang was lying comfortably on a soft couch, and beside him were two girls from Jiaofang who were playing music, playing the piano, blowing the flute, the environment was pleasant and the atmosphere was harmonious.

These two girls looked pretty, but their figures were slender. Wearing light gauze, their looks were not bad.

"Buddha, aren't you a monk? I heard that monks are not allowed to come to us."

The girl playing the piano is Lan'er. Her piano sound is graceful and beautiful, and her technique is skillful.

"Rumors are not credible, they are rumors," Xuanzang said.

Another girl peeled a grape and handed it to Xuanzang, and poured a glass of wine along the way.

This girl is called Xiu'er, and looks similar to Lan'er, delicate and exquisite.

"rumor……"

When Lan'er heard this, she covered her face and smiled.

"Whether it's a rumor or not, I don't know! But Buddha, you are so handsome! If a handsome man like you comes here, if he can write poems, he will be free of charge for consumption." Lan'er said.

The girls in the Jiaofang Division are more knowledgeable than the girls in Hualou outside, and so are their knowledge.

They have the chance to be redeemed by high-ranking officials and nobles to marry back home as concubines, and if they are lucky enough, they can be sent to the palace as maids of honor.

But compared to these, they prefer literary men of letters, and then have some romantic affairs.

If you get it right, you might even pay for it out of your own pocket...wait a minute...

Xuanzang heard the overtones in Lan'er's words, and asked, "Can writing poems be free?"

"Naturally, but it's not an ordinary poem, it must be elegant!" Lan'er said.

"Ah...this..."

Xuanzang felt inexplicably that he would be able to prostitute the director of the Jiaofang for nothing in the future. Will the three hundred Tang poems in his mind finally come in handy?

"Buddha, so it seems that you are hiding something?" Lan'er asked.

"Hehe! It's just poetry, what's so difficult about it!"

"I write a poem casually, it is a quatrain through the ages!" Xuanzang said with a smile.

"Let's hear it, Master Buddha. If you don't say big things, you might have the opportunity to become the guest of the Jiaofang Secretary's Oiran." Lan'er said.

"Cough cough..."

"think about it!"

Xuanzang thought about it, stood up involuntarily, walked to the window, watched the moonlight in the night sky shine through the window on the soft couch, his eyes lit up, and said, "Yes!"

"Moonlight in front of the bed!"

"It's suspected to be frost on the ground!"

"Look up at the bright moon!"

"Low your head and think about your hometown!"

After all, the box was suddenly silent!

Lan'er and Xiu'er's expressions gradually froze and turned into shock.

It was originally a joke, but they didn't expect Xuanzang to actually write a poem!

The point is that this poem sounds unremarkable at first, but after careful chewing, the simple composition of words has turned into an extraordinary verse, with neat antithesis and perfect rhyme.

Bright moonlight, frost on the ground, bright moon, thinking of hometown!

In just a few sentences, it conveys a kind of homesickness through the bright moon.

"Good literary talent! Buddha!"

Lan'er's eyes were bright, and there was a look of admiration in her eyes.