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

"Wow, old man, just talk about it!"

The old man stroked his beard, patted the gavel, and said with a smile: "Do you know that the Great Sage Equaling Heaven once made a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace?"

"Hey?"

"Old man, tell me!"

Several guests in the audience became interested.

Zheng Yulang sneered while listening.

Chen Tangtang looked at him.

He poured a glass of wine smartly, and murmured: "The Monkey King who is making trouble in the Heavenly Palace is just a monkey in the palm of the Buddha who can't get out."

He drank the wine, smiled and moved closer to Chen Tangtang's side, sniffing the quiet fragrance of her body.

"Master, do you want to know what this Monkey King is? Where is it now?"

Chen Tangtang looked at him.

He leaned his elbows on the table, rubbed the wine glass against his cheeks, and looked at her with a smile in his eyes full of peach blossoms and spring water.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is not curious."

"Hey?" Zheng Yulang's eyes widened, "Don't you want to know why I went to Chang'an? Why did I take you there?"

He tilted his head, and stretched out the arm holding the cup towards her. The wall of the cup gently brushed against her skin, leaving a trace of water stains on her delicate skin.

A thin and long strand reflected a charming silver light in the sun.

Zheng Yulang is not as serious as his predecessor, not to mention that he drank a jar of immortal wine before and ran wildly for so long, now he relaxes, the smell of alcohol rises, and his whole body is smoky.

When the mind is dizzy, it is easy to do stupid things, whether it is a person, a demon, or a god.

Zheng Yulang smiled and leaned closer to Chen Tangtang, sniffing lightly with his nose, almost touching her neck.

Chen Tangtang was sitting upright in front of the table, stretched out a finger, and pushed his head back.

"The poor monk doesn't care."

Zheng Yulang rubbed the back of his neck, feeling more and more that this monk couldn't see clearly, and couldn't figure it out.

"Why? You have to know that your road ahead will be extremely difficult. If you don't get more information from me, you will probably suffer in the future."

Zheng Yulang hooked his fingers with a smile: "As long as you listen to my words, you will definitely avoid detours."

Chen Tangtang raised his head, and there was no wave in his bright and clear eyes: "The poor monk is not afraid of suffering, nor is he afraid of walking too much."

Zheng Yulang's eyes became brighter, as if he wanted to shoot her through.

Chen Tangtang touched the edge of the table and watched Xiao Er put down a bowl of steaming plain noodles.

"You..." He smiled softly, "It's really different, are you a monk practicing asceticism?"

"I've seen many monks, but never one like you."

He smiled and poured himself another glass of wine.

The drunken Zheng Yulang's cheeks were slightly red, and the spring water in his eyes was about to flow out, and it was dazzling to look at.

However, from the beginning to the end, Chen Tangtang only fixed his eyes firmly on the noodles in the bowl, as if lying in the bowl was a beautiful woman who was full of beauty and fragrance, was overwhelmed by the country, and was still naked.

Chen Tangtang felt that this Zheng Erlang seemed to have misunderstood something. She said that the reason why she was not afraid of suffering, nor was she afraid of walking more was that she had a golden light body protection, and the golden light was very useful, protecting her body in winter. It's cold, it's not hot in summer, and it doesn't hurt your feet when you walk.

Zheng Yulang didn't know what he was thinking, and said with a smile, "Even if you don't like to hear it, I will tell you."

Chen Tangtang picked up the chopsticks by himself.

You say that the poor monk just listens, and the poor monk says he doesn't care. It doesn't mean that you insist on telling the poor monk, but the poor monk just doesn't listen.

Chen Tangtang scooped up some noodles, pursed his lips, and blew.

Zheng Yulang beside him suddenly coughed loudly, spraying the wine all over the table and into her noodle bowl.

"Ahem, yes, I'm sorry..." Zheng Yulang's eyes were red, his face was red, and his lips were also red.

Chen Tangtang looked at him coolly.

Buddha is also angry, okay?

Zheng Yulang looked at her steadfastly, and suddenly laughed helplessly: "What can break the calmness and plainness on your face?"

No, the poor monk is not calm, the poor monk wants to press your head into the noodle bowl now.

Chen Tangtang rolled up his sleeves.

Zheng Yulang watched as she gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her white wrist. A beam of sunlight brushed against that section of white wrist, making it more and more crystal clear, like pure white jade.

Is this really born on a human arm?

His mind was in a daze, as if a hundred frogs were jumping and screaming inside.

He reached out and pressed her wrist in a daze.

Soft, warm and bouncy.

Zheng Yulang stared blankly at his fingertips, which seemed to be numb and crispy.

"Layman, you..."

Before Chen Tangtang finished speaking, Zheng Yulang hurriedly pulled off her sleeve.

Chen Tangtang's eyelids twitched.

Beat you.

Zheng Yulang exhaled with a tempting aroma of wine.

He looked left and right like a thief, and then pointed his finger at Chen Tangtang's body, and a curtain hat that was the same as the one he had lost immediately appeared on top of Chen Tangtang's head.

Chen Tangtang lifted the white gauze, and Zheng Yulang pulled it back for her.

"Hey, don't come out."

Zheng Yulang licked his lips, only to feel that the fairy wine was too strong, and his whole body became hot from drinking it.

"Let me tell you, you will have three apprentices along the way...apprentices..." He shook his head, his eyelids were as heavy as gold.

Chen Tangtang: "What did the layman say?"

Zheng Yulang covered his flushed face and murmured in a low voice: "Apprentice..."

Chen Tangtang: "Land?"

"...It's not easy, hiccup..." He hiccupped.

Chen Tangtang still didn't understand what the alcoholic wanted to say.

Zheng Yulang rubbed his face hard, and stuffed a small package into her bosom.

Chen Tangtang looked at him, but didn't answer.

"Take it!" He stared at her fiercely, "If you don't take it, you're looking down on me."

"what is this?"

Chen Tangtang hugged the small package, wanting to lower his head to open it.

Zheng Yulang smiled "hehe" suddenly: "Good stuff."

"What good stuff?"

Zheng Yulang's eyes were moist, and spring waves seemed to fly out of the corners of his eyes: "It's a good thing that can make people obedient."

"Yo, sister."

"Sister, you go to the street too."

"It's not that just after the cancellation of the national funeral, I can't help but want to go shopping."

Chen Tangtang looked out of the window, and there were two women with tall temples and gorgeous makeup standing outside the window, wearing dresses with belts tied above their chests, revealing most of their high breasts.

"Is my sister's fake mother willing to let my sister go out? Hee hee, I heard that my sister has recently been liked by the governor's family."

"Sister, don't make fun of my sister."

It turned out to be a woman who sells laughter in the workshop.

Before Chen Tangtang could look away, his face was hooked back.

"Master..." Zheng Yulang blinked, puffed his cheeks, and said aggrievedly, "Aren't I prettier than the two of them? Why doesn't Master look at me?"

Sure enough, he was drunk.

Zheng Yulang smiled sweetly, like a falling peach blossom: "As long as the master coaxes me, I will tell the master everything."

Seriously, there is no reason for this, this person would not even let the monk go.

Zheng Yulang clutched Chen Tangtang's sleeve, and said in a coquettish tone, "Did Master hear what I said just now?"

"Layman, you..."

Zheng Yulang's fingers rested on the peak of her lips.

Chen Tangtang looked at him steadily.

Oh, too much.

"This package contains a treasure that can make those three obediently listen to you."

"What did you say?"

"I said..." Zheng Yulang leaned forward and backward as if about to collapse.

"It can make..."

"...to make a man obediently listen to you."

"……You are the Lord."

Zheng Yulang's voice intertwined with the voices of the two women outside the window, making Chen Tangtang deeply frown.

She asked puzzledly: "I don't know if the layman has any misunderstandings about the poor monk."

Zheng Yulang shook his head fiercely: "You listen to me, listen to me, you will have three in the future..."

"...Three men?" An exclamation came from outside the window.

Chen Tangtang stared into Zheng Yulang's eyes: "Three men?"

"Huh?" Zheng Yulang rolled his eyes and thought carefully.

Those three... Well, it seems that they are all men.

"En!" Zheng Yulang nodded fiercely.

Chen Tangtang's hands trembled, and he almost threw away the burden in his arms.

"You have to hold this, this thing carefully, the things inside are all magic weapons, which can make them, them..."

"Wow, can you make those three men unable to leave you?" The woman outside the window chattered non-stop.

Chen Tangtang kept a straight face, cautiously: "The three men can't do without the poor monk?"

Zheng Yulang's eyes widened, and he smiled like a flower: "It turns out that Master knows."

Chen Tangtang felt that the thing in his bosom was hot, what kind of obscene, filthy, erotic, erotic thing it was!

Guilty - sinful -

No, wait, maybe a misunderstanding.

Chen Tangtang asked word by word: "What can it do?"

Zheng Yulang couldn't even open his eyelids, he just closed his eyes and whispered, "It can...can...make him hurt."

"Sister, you have to make a man's head hurt and his heart hurt so that he can't leave you."

Chen Tangtang asked him: "Pain in the head? Pain in the heart?"

Zheng Yulang's head was almost turned into a pile of paste, and he could barely hear a few words, so he nodded.

Pooh!

Chen Tangtang just wanted to lift his bag and smash it at Zheng Yulang's face, but he heard a "boom".

Zheng Yulang had slipped limply from the stool and fell to the ground.

Chen Tangtang stared at the man on the ground.

Zheng Yulang pursed his lips, touched the ground again and again, touched her feet, smiled contentedly, and fell asleep with his pillow on her feet.

In Chen Tangtang's arms was the burden that he wanted to throw away, and on the back of his feet was the person who wanted to kick over.

"Boom—" The old gentleman on the stage patted the gavel.

"The Great Sage Equaling Heaven was crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain just like that. It is said that as long as he finds someone who is destined, the Great Sage will be able to break out of the mountain."

Chen Tangtang looked at the bundle in his arms, a corner of the bundle skin fell off, revealing three shiny golden hoops inside.

She didn't know why, but a feeling of uneasiness suddenly appeared in her heart.

The author has something to say: Chen Tangtang: Do you know that the poor monk wants to beat you up?Who do you imagine the poor monk to be?

Zheng Er: Let's discuss it, is it okay not to slap your face?

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To tell everyone an unfortunate news, the editor informed me that I can't attack gods, Buddha, Guanyin, and can't involve in the field of religion, so these plots are flying away~

Fortunately, monsters are allowed, and there are quite a few monsters in Journey to the West. I added layers of filters to beautify it, and it was also very attractive.

But, covering my heart, my heart hurts... I have already written that the plot will be rounded to within the scale QAQ