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

Zheng Yulang shuddered suddenly, and immediately opened his eyes, but there was darkness in front of him.

With a "hiss", he raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and the hazy scene in front of him gradually became clear.

In the dim ruined temple, a beam of silvery moonlight streamed in from the window, illuminating the small space.

Zheng Yulang only felt pain all over his body, as if being dragged and thrown around.

He groaned and got up, only to find himself lying on a pile of rotten grass, which smelled musty.

He jumped up with a jerk.

"Master? Master—"

He called several times but no one answered.

Bad, the pure Jin Chan was kidnapped by some villain, right?

Before he could go west, he lost him. Zheng Yulang could imagine the accusations against him from all the Buddhas in the sky.

Zheng Yulang clutched his forehead, suffering from severe headache and dry throat.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps.

Zheng Yulang looked up——

The little monk wearing a veiled hat lifted off the tattered yellow cloth streamer, held a pottery bowl in his hand, and was looking at him with a smile.

The moonlight shone on her face, filling her stream-like eyes, shining brightly.

Zheng Yulang put his hand on his chest.

"Is the layman feeling better?"

Zheng Yulang opened his mouth, but found himself too thirsty to speak.

She lowered her head and walked up to him carefully holding the pottery bowl.

Zheng Yulang suddenly became dizzy and fell limply on the straw.

"House?"

"I, I'm fine." Zheng Yulang held his heart in both hands and said weakly, "I'm probably just...drunk."

Chen Tangtang let out an "oh" and squatted down beside him.

Zheng Yulang turned his head, looked at her more elegant face under the moonlight, and asked softly, "Why don't you sit down?"

Because there are too many bugs.

"Amitabha, the poor monk cannot bear to kill."

Zheng Yulang was taken aback for a moment, narrowed his eyes that were glowing with spring water, and couldn't help laughing: "It's really only you who can say it."

"Drink some water, layman."

Zheng Yulang raised the corners of his lips: "But, I can't move even if I want to."

Oh, poor monk, I see that you want to have another taste of dragging.

Chen Tangtang said with a straight face: "The poor monk feeds the layman, and I hope the layman doesn't mind."

Zheng Yulang's eyelashes fluttered quickly, like lotus leaves trembling in the wind, exuding a silvery temptation under the moonlit night.

"Why would I mind? The master did this... I can only be grateful in my heart."

Chen Tangtang stretched out one hand to his back, supporting his back.

The moment his skin touched, he suddenly felt that his whole body was going to melt, into a river of milky way, into his original shape.

Obviously there is still a layer of clothes, obviously...

Zheng Yulang quickly lowered his eyes to cover his panicked eyes, stretched his neck, and moved his lips to the edge of the pot——

He stopped suddenly.

"Layman?" Chen Tangtang looked puzzled.

Zheng Yulang turned his head and stared at her eyes as clear as water in the moonlight: "Is this the master's pottery bowl?"

Chen Tangtang nodded.

Zheng Yulang raised his lips, his eyes sparkled: "Okay."

He closed his eyes, put his lips close to the clay bowl, as if kissing a flower, paused for a while, and then opened his mouth to drink water slowly.

Chen Tangtang looked away.

Fortunately, she hasn't used this clay bowl since the abbot gave it to her, and she doesn't plan to use it in the future.

Chen Tangtang coughed lightly.

Zheng Yulang nervously opened his eyes and looked at her.

Chen Tangtang: "Amitabha, if the layman likes it, this pottery bowl can be given to the layman."

Zheng Yulang snatched the pottery bowl and said with a smile: "Then you will not be polite, I will find a better one for Master."

He held a bowl in one hand, and counted with his fingers in the other.

"Well, I have calculated that the master's bowl is in Chang'an. We should hurry up tomorrow morning and get to Chang'an as soon as possible."

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, I'm here to help you layman."

Zheng Yulang smiled and shook his hands. Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he stretched out his hand into his bosom, and his whole face turned blue.

He turned over abruptly and lifted his clothes.

"Layman!"

Zheng Yulang's hands froze, he turned around a little too late, and stammered with his back to Chen Tangtang: "I'm sorry, Great Master, I lost something."

As he said that, he continued to shake his clothes, as if he could shake off the burden by doing so.

Chen Tangtang stared at his shoulder blades moving slightly, his clothes had been peeled off layer by layer.

"Is this what you want?"

"Ah?" Zheng Yulang immediately turned his head, but forgot that his clothes were open, and let the master see all the spring colors in his arms.

Chen Tangtang looked up at the sky: "Amitabha."

Zheng Yulang closed his clothes in a panic: "Master, don't get me wrong, I, I didn't think about it...at least not now..."

Chen Tangtang rubbed his ears.

Zheng Yulang only felt that the more he explained, the more wrong he would be, it was like falling into the Yellow River—no matter what he couldn't clean it up.

He covered his face and sighed deeply.

"Master, I'm not trying to conspire against Master."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Zheng Yulang put down his hand, and met her innocent and innocent little eyes, and suddenly, the guilt in his heart grew stronger.

"Master believes in me, I really didn't..." He swallowed, and said firmly: "If I have any ill intentions towards Master, I will definitely be hit with a thunderbolt."

There was a loud "boom", and thunder sounded outside.

Zheng Yulang: "..."

What a goddamn god!

Zheng Yulang wiped his face and tried to smile: "Thunderstorms are common in this season, but a single thunder doesn't mean anything. If I lie, the thunder will hit me."

As soon as the words were finished, a thunderbolt struck the dilapidated temple with a "bang" and landed right at Zheng Yulang's feet.

Zheng Yulang: "..."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Amitabha, layman, you are really like a mentally handicapped person.

The smile on Zheng Yulang's face froze, looking at the blackened ground, he made a swallowing motion, and said in a low voice: "No, it's nothing, I stole the Jade Emperor's fine wine and suffered such a punishment A piece of cake."

"If I..."

"Layman." Chen Tangtang raised his voice and interrupted him.

You are not afraid of lightning strikes, but the poor monk is!

Zheng Yulang blinked, then lowered his head weakly, looking a little depressed.

Chen Tangtang said lightly: "Is this the package you want?"

Chen Tangtang stuffed the package into his arms.

Zheng Yulang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "What, so I already gave it to you."

Zheng Yulang showed a free and easy smile, and stuffed the burden into Chen Tangtang's arms: "Since I gave it to you, it is yours."

He smiled and blinked at her, and said quietly: "You just need to think of me."

Suddenly another bolt of lightning strikes from the sky, just draping over the clay Buddha statue in the ruined temple. The Buddha statue fell to the ground with a "bang", which shocked Zheng Yulang a lot.

With a pale face, Zheng Yulang covered his chest, peeking at the Buddha statue that fell off the lotus platform, and said with puckered lips: "Okay, I didn't give it to you, someone else wanted to give it to you, you just need to remember the good of others. "

"Hey - I didn't want to do anything. As for guarding against me, is it the same as guarding against thieves? Fortunately, it's me. If the third child comes, wouldn't you jump out in anger?"

Zheng Yulang babbled to move the Buddha statue.

Chen Tangtang didn't hear or understand what he was saying at all.

Since Layman Zheng gave her the three hoops, she had no choice but to accept them. In the future, she would just recite the scriptures for this nervous layman a few more times. I hope that the layman's condition will recover soon and return to normal.

Chen Tangtang looked at these three golden hoops, and the more he looked at them, the more he liked them.

When she was in Jinshan Temple, she often saw these vajra rings on the Buddha statues. She wondered if this ring was also a magic weapon of some Bodhisattva.

As she thought about it, she tried to put the three hoops on her arms.

"...Oh, by the way, this hoop actually has a magical effect, you must be careful," Zheng Yulang put the Buddha statue back up, and cast another spell to clean the dirt and cobwebs from the Buddha statue. The mouth kept on saying, "These things take root when they see the meat, you must not take them with you just because they look good... er..."

Zheng Yulang turned around and suddenly lost his voice.

I saw Chen Tangtang rolled up the sleeves of his cassock, and there were three golden hoops stuck on his white and tender arms as soft as jade and snow.

Zheng Yulang: "..."

His eyes darkened, and he almost fell off the stage.

Oh My God!My Buddha!what to do?what to do?How did I mess up everything!

"Layman..." Chen Tangtang called him softly.

Zheng Yulang covered his forehead and shook his body twice: "No, don't talk to me yet, I want to calm down."

Chen Tangtang looked at him quietly.

Zheng Yulang couldn't help looking at her, her eyes were calm, calm and clear, like a newly opened mirror, purely ignorant of worldly affairs.

No, don't blame her, it's all his fault, blame him for giving her such a terrible thing without explaining clearly.

Zheng Yulang coughed lightly, and wanted to say something to comfort him, but what if he wanted to cry himself?

"Well, it's okay, it's okay..." Zheng Yulang wiped his face and forced a smile, "Maybe it's okay."

"Is there any other use for this layman hoop?"

Zheng Yulang hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, it's for you, for you... Originally, this thing had to be paired with three golden forbidden spells, but now it doesn't seem to be of much use, so forget it and leave it to you Bar."

Zheng Yulang gave Chen Tangtang all the golden forbidden spells, and explained the real usage of this thing.

He sneaked a look at Chen Tangtang, seeing that there was still no sign of regret on her face, he couldn't help admiring her kindness, and it was as if a lotus flower bloomed in his heart.

Staring at the band on his arm, Chen Tangtang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Why use these three magic weapons to make three men unable to leave her? What the hell is that? The poor monk doesn't need it.

The author has something to say: Zheng Yulang: Do you still want them to be inseparable from you? !

Chen Tangtang: No poor monk, no poor monk!

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Note: Zheng Yulang's real body is fictitious, and he has several other avatars~