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

"Ugh--"

"Ugh--"

At noon, the sun was shining, and the two were walking on the streets of a city.

"Ugh--"

When Zheng Yulang sighed for the third time, Chen Tangtang stopped abruptly, she said helplessly: "If the benefactor has a way, just take it off, and the poor monk will definitely cooperate."

Zheng Yulang showed a look of "losing a golden mountain".

"It's okay, anyway, that thing should be yours, I'm just sad for you."

The poor monk lowered his eyebrows: "Everything in the world has its own destiny. Since the poor monk accidentally put it on, it means that the poor monk does not need this."

"Oh—you don't understand, you don't know how dangerous the road to the west is."

"The road to the west? The poor monk really doesn't understand why the layman always mentions the road to the west? Why does the poor monk have to go west?"

Zheng Yulang scratched his cheek, thinking that he must not be able to keep a secret, so he might as well tell her first, and said, "This matter is also simple, it is you..."

"Hey, the imperial list is posted, have you read it?"

"After looking at it, it is said that it is going to build a water and land conference in Chang'an."

Zheng Yulang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately counted with his fingers.

"Master, please wait here for a while, I'll go and see the imperial list."

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together: "Layman, please go ahead."

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Yulang disappeared like a gust of wind.

Chen Tangtang had nothing to do around him, so he wandered around. Before he had gone far, he saw a person sitting upright behind a table with a streamer erected beside him. The four seasons, the six lines and the eight trigrams speak of good and bad, good fortune and misfortune, life and death."

The tone of this fortune teller is really big.

Chen Tangtang moved closer to his stage, and saw a beautiful Taoist priest closing his eyes and resting his mind.

She walked back and forth in front of his desk a few times, but she didn't see him open his eyes, let alone a guest from him.

It was noon, the sun was getting stronger, the Taoist seemed to be unable to feel it, his hands were folded in his sleeves, and he was so calm that he didn't even shed a drop of sweat.

"Amitabha." Chen Tangtang became more and more curious, and couldn't help taking a step forward, blocking the sunlight shining on him.

After a long time, the Taoist finally opened his mouth slowly, his voice colliding with each other: "Throw me a papaya, and repay it with Qiongyao."

He slowly opened his eyes.

Chen Tangtang was slightly taken aback, and then smiled back.

The eyes of ordinary people are black and white, but this person's eyes are completely black, like the vast night sky, but there is no star to guide the way, making people unable to see the depth.

The Taoist looked at her carefully, and said calmly: "Why does the master stay here? Going to Chang'an, heading west, is where the master should go."

Chen Tangtang smiled slightly: "The poor monk doesn't understand what you mean."

The Taoist priest remained silent.

Chen Tangtang pointed to the cover and said: "The poor monk couldn't help but stop after seeing this cover. Do you really have such supernatural powers?"

The Taoist didn't know what he thought of, and snorted softly, his eyes were clean, and he was arrogant and dignified: "Those who believe in me will naturally believe, and those who don't believe will suffer on their own."

Chen Tangtang sat down on the stool in front of the stage, and said in a deep voice, "The poor monk has something to ask."

He gave a soft "hmm" in a cold and proud voice.

"Every time the poor monk fell asleep, his soul would travel to the Three Realms. One day, the poor monk strayed into the Senluo Hell, but happened to meet a noble man with a golden dragon wrapped around his body."

The Taoist sat upright, staring at her with his dark eyes.

"Sir, do you know the origin of that noble man?"

"I know."

Chen Tangtang showed a harmless expression, his eyes were as pure as a half-acre Fangtang with no waves on the water: "I don't know why, the poor monk faintly feels that this matter may have something to do with sir."

The Taoist stroked his cuffs lightly, and sighed: "As expected... Although this matter started because of me, it will end because of the master."

The Taoist priest revealed his background and everything, and it turned out that he was Yuan Shoucheng, the uncle of Qin Tianjian Yuan Tiangang.On that day, the Dragon King of Jinghe fought with him to falsify the rainy hour count, which caused a fatal disaster.Later, the Dragon King asked him how to solve it, and Yuan Shoucheng asked him to go to the Tang King to ask for favors. Unexpectedly, the Dragon King of Jinghe was still killed by accident.

That little-tempered Dragon King didn't seek trouble with Yuan Shoucheng, but instead troubled King Tang, which caused King Tang's soul to travel to Senluo Hell and met Chen Tangtang.

"...everything is God's will."

Chen Tangtang said bluntly: "But isn't God's will calculated by Mr.? Could it be that Mr. Fei didn't expect this when he told the Dragon King the solution?"

Yuan Shoucheng stared into her eyes, and there was no doubt or sarcasm in Chen Tangtang's clear eyes, she just simply asked a question.

Yuan Shoucheng smiled slightly: "Yes, I know all about it."

"So what? That stupid dragon king wants to smash my signboard, so can't I fight back? Even a Bodhisattva has three parts of mud, not to mention that I'm just a person who can get angry and take revenge." He said Slightly fluttering his sleeves, he shook off the peach petals that had fallen on the sleeves.

Yuan Shoucheng turned his head and looked at a peach blossom tree not far away. The branches of that tree were clustered with bright flowers.

"I once predicted a lesson for myself - I will live a smooth life without waves. Because of some chances, I was lucky enough to live forever. Therefore, I can always be immortal and peaceful like this Live quietly."

Chen Tangtang thought to himself: No wonder he said he was Mr. Taizheng Yuan Tiangang's uncle, yet he looked like a handsome young man.

There was a slight smile in Yuan Shoucheng's dark eyes: "How boring..."

"Amitabha."

There was neither envy nor surprise in her eyes, as if he was no different from her.

No wonder only she can get the scriptures.

Yuan Shoucheng's heart warmed, and he said in a low voice, "The only turning point in my long life is yours."

"Poor monk?" Chen Tangtang was puzzled, "But the poor monk is just a young monk who can recite scriptures."

Yuan Shoucheng spread his hands, raised his chin and said, "Then I don't know."

"Master, please remember, I will always be by your side."

Chen Tangtang nodded, thinking of the unbroken sight around him since he left Jinshan Temple.

"Sir, whatever you want."

Anyway, she can't catch these voyeurs, so I can only ask you to be free...

Yuan Shoucheng smiled refreshingly, and a bright smile appeared on that tender face.

He flicked his sleeves, stood up, pulled up the cover and left.

Chen Tangtang got up and saw them off.

He suddenly remembered something, turned around and said: "Although I can't see clearly the way forward of the master, I still have a few words to give to the master."

"Sir, please speak."

Yuan Shoucheng looked her up and down with eyes that seemed to be able to see through the secrets, and raised his index finger: "First, not everyone can touch the head."

Chen Tangtang hooked his fingers and hid his hands in his sleeves.

The corner of Yuan Shoucheng's mouth turned up: "Second, don't wear all kinds of clothes."

"Third, you are born with pure six sense organs, but the root of emotion has been cut off by others. Therefore, as long as your merits and virtues are perfect, you will be able to become a Buddha immediately. I am afraid that some people will not let you become a Buddha and insist on making you involved with the world. Please remember, don't drink any water casually, and don't take any water for others to drink casually."

"Amitabha, the poor monk remembers."

An inscrutable smile appeared on Yuan Shoucheng's young face: "I hope so."

After that, he walked away slowly with the pretense on his shoulders.

Passing under the peach blossom tree, suddenly a gust of breeze blew by, the peach blossoms all over the branches swayed, and the petals fell, staining his Taoist robe and black hair.

"I'm back." Zheng Yulang suddenly appeared beside her, squinting his eyes for a while.

"What are you looking at? Who are you meeting?"

Chen Tangtang looked up.

Zheng Yulang suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move."

Chen Tangtang looked at him inexplicably.

He stretched out his hand into the misty veil, brushing her eyelashes with trembling fingertips.

Chen Tangtang subconsciously closed his eyes.

Peach blossoms fell like rain, and the veil fluttered like mist. In the peach-red rain and mist, she was defenseless and looked calm.

Zheng Yulang clenched his fists tightly, holding the petals he took from her eyelashes in his palm.

"Okay," he said hoarsely, "you can't be more careful, the petals have fallen on your eyelashes."

Chen Tangtang lowered his eyes: "Amitabha, thank you layman."

Zheng Yulang smiled contentedly: "You're welcome, you and I should leave for Chang'an earlier."

"Is it what was said on the imperial list?"

Zheng Yulang brushed his hair and said: "Your Majesty announced the list to recruit monks, and also built a water and land conference, so that officials from all over the place can nominate eminent monks to go to Chang'an for the conference. I just went to Qingzhou and completed this matter for you. Now We will rush to Chang'an immediately to make you famous."

"Amitabha, these are just external things, why should laymen be so persistent?"

Zheng Yulang pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes burning hot: "I'm a waste, my six senses are unclean, and I'm obsessed with alcohol. Now, I'm obsessed with making you famous in the world."

My Jin Chan is so good, how can I keep the whole world from knowing about it?

Zheng Yulang scratched his palm and pulled Chen Tangtang to run.

He traveled thousands of miles and arrived at the city of Chang'an at ten o'clock at night.

However, it was already time to enter the city.

Zheng Yulang took her around under the majestic city wall, and then found a ruined temple in the suburbs to rest temporarily.

"You wait first, I'll clean it up." Zheng Yulang asked her to stand under the steps while he walked into the ruined temple. With a wave of his hand, the temple immediately became resplendent.

"Come on, come on!" Zheng Yulang happily dragged Chen Tangtang around like a child who finally had a family.

The author has something to say: Yuan Shoucheng's description in "Journey to the West" is "rare appearance, beautiful appearance, famous in a big country, crowned in Chang'an", and then I played and beautified it myself~

——Spoof Little Theater——

Yuan Shoucheng: Layman, dare to rob the poor donkey!

Zheng Jushi rolls up his sleeves

Chen Tangtang: Who is the bald donkey?roll!