bodhisattva is busy

Luo Fan propped his chin on the stone table with a lack of interest, and sighed. Yang Jian was finally sent by the Emperor of Heaven to the north to quell the chaos, but the Erlang Zhenjun Hall was not deserted because of this. Jun Shendian welcomes a difficult guest——Yang Chan.

Since this girl discovered the JQ between her second brother and the Bodhisattva that day, she has been tirelessly coming to the Zhenjun Temple to report at the frequency of three meals every day. To achieve the goal of beating mandarin ducks in the shortest time, and finally achieve the ultimate goal of straightening the two that were bent inadvertently.

Of course, this is not the point, the point is, because Yang Jian is not here, Yang Chan and Luo Fan really have nothing to talk about, and I don't know what kind of thoughts are out of it, every time she comes, she will hold Chang'e's sister paper together. After getting up, Luo Fan was speechless and embarrassed to drive people away. After all, Yang Chan is also Yang Jian's younger sister, so the sad Luo Fan could only be depressed and forced to listen to the two sisters talking about the stars and the moon, and from poetry to poetry. When it comes to philosophy of life, all kinds of bitterness and internal injuries.

If you want to chat, you can go to Guanghan Palace or Mount Hua, why Mao must make a special trip to the Temple of Zhenjun, and why do you have to take him as a companion?Isn't this cheating!

"What is the Bodhisattva thinking?" Hearing Luo Fan's sigh, the two girls who were chatting happily turned their heads in doubt.

"It's nothing..." Luo Fan opened his mouth subconsciously. When he looked up and saw Chang'e who was sitting in front of him with a slight smile, he panicked in his heart. He changed the subject suddenly, curled his lips slightly, and said without hesitation: "I want to." Your brother!"

Yang Chan's face darkened in an instant, and she almost wanted to pinch Luo Fan's neck and shout: Isn't Chang'e a great beauty, you still have the time to harm my brother in front of a beauty, are you still a man after all? !

If Luo Fan knew what she was thinking, he would definitely refute with righteousness: beauty is a woolen yarn, my family Yang Jian is a great beauty!

It's a pity that he didn't know, so he could only keep silent, lazily poking the golden retriever squinting at his feet, wishing for the N+1 time in his heart that Yang Jian would come back soon, maybe people live too long I will gradually lose interest in the things around me, and gradually, it seems that my heart is still like water, and I am really like a god.

Boring, very boring, not like when I was with Yang Jian, even if I just sat quietly, doing my own thing, or just dazed aimlessly, as long as I have his presence and breath around me, I will never Realized that the original time was so boring and unbearable.

Perhaps, in this sense, he has to thank Yang Chan for at least distracting him to a certain extent, so that he will not put all his thoughts on calculating Yang Jian has been away for a few days, when will he come back? On such a matter of no practical significance.

"Bodhisattva!" Xiao Shancai ran in suddenly and shouted in a hurry: "Tang Monk and the others have arrived in the West Paradise! Buddha, please come back quickly."

"It's West Paradise..." Luo Fan didn't realize it for a while, and repeated it in a low voice. Then he suddenly realized that Tang Seng had arrived in West Paradise, so the plot of Journey to the West should have ended like this, and Jin Chanzi's memory probably also It will recover soon.

Suddenly thinking of the complicated triangular relationship between Jin Chanzi, Monkey Brother, and Tathagata that he had guessed, Luo Fan couldn't help but support his forehead, and complained in a low voice, "If that's the case, why do you ask me to do it?" He didn't want to take this trip water.

"I know this!" The Dragon Girl smiled, and approached Luo Fan as if asking for credit, covering her lips with her hands and pretending to be mysterious in a low voice: "I heard that Tang Monk should have gone through nine, nine, and eighty-one ordeals to obtain the scriptures. As a result, the Buddha counted, tsk, the calamity is not enough, no, please go and add another hurdle to them."

The corner of Luo Fan's mouth twitched, hey, this reason is too embarrassing!

"Then let's go and have a look." Luo Fan stood up, said goodbye to the two sisters, then kicked the drowsy Golden Retriever to wake him up, Shi Shiran stood on its back, and flew west .

As soon as Luo Fan left, Chang'e didn't want to wait any longer, and Yang Chan was also restless and uncomfortable, so the two sat for a while before leaving.

Slowly walking on the misty white jade-like floor in the sky, she had to admit that the relationship between her and Yang Jian had become weaker and weaker over the years. They were clearly two siblings, but the number of times they even met and spoke was a handful of times. countable.

This kind of situation probably started gradually after her mother died. At that time, she always blamed her second brother for not being able to rescue her mother. Yang Jian.

She also blamed herself for being so weak and incompetent, so she hid herself in a corner of Huashan Mountain as if escaping, unwilling to see anyone, let alone Yang Jian, so the family relationship that was originally connected by blood became weaker and weaker with the passage of time.

Time is really a fair thing, it can bury heartbreak and remorse, and it can also obliterate all good feelings.

Maybe, she is no longer qualified to meddle in Yang Jian's affairs, but...but that's wrong after all, yin and yang intercourse is the truth in the world, two men...what are they?

That's why Chang'e tried her best to match Luo Fan when she seemed to have a good impression of Luo Fan - no matter what, she still hoped that her second brother could go back to the right path and become a normal person.

When Luo Fan arrived in Xitian, Tang Monk, his mentor and his disciples had obtained the true scriptures and they were happily standing on the clouds to take the free ride back to the city.This time it was just right, all the people arrived, and he was taken away in one pot!

With a wave of his sleeves, he decisively withdrew the cloud and smoke, and directly threw several people off the cloud head. Except for Brother Monkey who was experienced in driving clouds and stood firm, the rest of them rolled down like dumplings, in a state of embarrassment. fell to the ground.

Tang Seng wondered, "Since we have become Buddhas, why are we still riding the clouds and falling into the dust?"

Brother Hou helped him up, smiled calmly, "Everything has its own destiny, let's just watch."

Indeed, everything has its own definite number, so when a few people were carried across the river by the big tortoise, because they forgot to help it ask Tathagata about the number of life spans, the tortoise king was angry, and decisively overturned them into the river. He glanced at the various masters and apprentices who were struggling to choke on the water, then snorted coldly, and swam away with his head held high.

"You bastard!" Brother Hou was furious. It would be so fucking wicked to not take such a person who demolished the bridge before he finished crossing the river!

Brother Monkey rushed to rescue Tang Seng, and ignored the pile of scriptures that he had obtained through all kinds of hardships, and dragged Tang Seng to swim to the shore.

"Wukong, let go, there are scriptures..."

"What the hell are you doing!" Brother Hou scolded, still holding onto Tang Seng not to let go, anyway, Bajie and Drifting are still there, and there is still a little white dragon, and the scriptures can't be lost... As for those Whether he can still read the scriptures when he retrieves them, and whether the handwriting will all melt into water and faint, are completely out of his consideration.

On the bank, Luo Fan looked at the panic of this group of people with satisfaction, and felt that this was a catastrophe, so he praised without hesitation: "Good job!"

"That's right." Mr. Turtle shook his head, with a smug attitude, "I knew that they probably wouldn't remember it. No, I've already set a trap for them."

Obviously, this is a big tortoise with wisdom, knowledge and strategy. Luo Fan patted the head of the tortoise gentleman, and he was very relieved to come to this conclusion.

In the river, Brother Hou was still trying his best to stop Tang Seng from picking up scriptures, no matter what he said, he would not let go. Floating himself and Wukong, Lingkong stood on the water.

"By the way, I almost forgot that I can still use spells." Brother Hou slapped the back of his head suddenly, and then suddenly realized that it was Tang Seng who cast the spell just now. He was shocked. He remembered that his master couldn't use spells?

As if seeing Brother Hou's doubts, Tang Seng explained lightly, "The seal is released."

This explanation was the same as if it hadn't been explained. Brother Hou looked at him blankly, scratching his head, with indescribable innocence.

On the shore, Bajie and Drifting hurriedly spread out the scrolls of scriptures to dry on the stones. On the contrary, Tang Seng changed his previous emphasis on the scriptures and followed them to sort them out slowly. His movements were meticulous but slow. It's hard to see whether he cares or doesn't care about these things.

Suddenly, the movements of Tang Seng's hands stopped, and he looked back as if feeling something, and saw Luo Fan standing on the shore not far away, watching them quietly.

Seeing Tang Seng stunned, Bajie and Drifting also turned their heads and knelt down to salute, but Tang Seng, who has always been the most pious, did not move. He looked at Luo Fan and chuckled, "Long time no see, Brother Dao."

"It's been a long time." Luo Fan nodded and whispered with a sigh, "Welcome back, Jin Chanzi."

"Jin Chanzi?" Hearing this strange name, Brother Hou frowned.

Jin Chanzi patted his head, just smiled, didn't move or speak.

Brother Hou felt his warm palm caressing his hair, and suddenly smiled in relief, no matter how he knows the spell, no matter what the name of this person is, this is always his master, it is him... The most important person, the master is still the master, not some monster pretending to be, that's enough.

The two looked at each other and smiled, the hundreds of years of human reincarnation had come to an end, there would be no Tang Monk in this world, only him, Jin Chanzi, everything seemed to return to the state of being alone a hundred years ago in the blink of an eye.

—Fortunately this time...he still has him.

【Journey to the West ends】

【Lotus Roll】