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

"Huh?" Chen Tangtang looked confused.

Guanyin looked at the pills in her hand, and said helplessly, "This is not the kind of medicine you mentioned, but..."

"What is it?"

Guanyin stared into her ignorant eyes, smiled slightly, and took the medicine away with a wave of his sleeve.

"Any more?"

Chen Tantang nodded obediently, and took out the remaining few pills.

Guanyin confiscated all of them: "Maybe something went wrong. These medicines are not good things, or in other words, such good things are not something you can use."

Chen Tangtang let out an "oh".

"It's not good for you, so I won't tell you what it is."

Chen Tangtang nodded, she naturally believed in Avalokitesvara, so she didn't ask further.

Bajie stared at those medicines, seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked: "My master seems to have distributed a lot of these medicines..."

Avalokitesvara: "...It's all fate, it's evil."

Chen Tangtang was baffled.

"Sanzang, come here."

Chen Tangtang took a step forward, Avalokitesvara raised his hand, his hand was carved out of white jade under the light, and this white jade Avalokitesvara hand was placed on top of her head.

Chen Tangtang suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, with a cool head.

Hey?

"The poor monk's hair..."

Guanyin smiled: "I have already solved it for you, there is one more thing."

"Please say."

Guanyin's lips didn't move, Chen Tangtang only felt his voice sounded in his head - "Don't get too used to your disciples, if you raise their hearts, it will cause you a lot of trouble."

"Amitabha, the poor monk understands."

Guanyin smiled slightly, pointing his finger in the direction of the poisonous scorpion, and the poisonous scorpion disappeared with Guanyin before he could speak.

Star Officer Pleiades nodded: "Since the matter has been resolved, I will also take my leave."

Chen Tangtang said in a low voice: "The poor monk has one thing that he wants..."

Star Officer Pleiades looked at her, pursed his lips, and said very seriously: "No."

Obviously the poor monk didn't say anything.

Star Officer Pleiades turned his head: "I can understand your thoughts."

Chen Tangtang: "...Oh."

She looked disappointed, what a pity, what a beautiful hair.

Star Officer Pleiades turned his back and prepared to leave, but when he stepped on the clouds, he looked back inexplicably.

The Buddha's light above her head has not completely dissipated, and those lights reflected in her eyes, which made her eyes have a glass-like texture, which is so beautiful that it makes people sigh.

At this moment, those eyes were staring at him closely.

His feet stopped unconsciously.

He tightened his grip on the wat board suddenly.

Star Officer Pleiades suddenly turned around and walked back in front of Chen Tangtang.

Chen Tang Tang looked puzzled, and hesitantly said: "Excuse me, did the Xian family accidentally forget something?"

Star Officer Pleiades said in a low voice: "I don't know why I came back, but because you like it so much..."

"Ok?"

Star Officer Pleiades tightly pursed his lips, his serious face softened slowly, and he stretched out his hand, with a multicolored feather in his palm.

"This is..." Chen Tangtang's eyes instantly burst into fireworks.

He showed a gentle smile, and the next moment, his lips were tightly pressed together again.

"Is it for the poor monk?"

"Ah."

Chen Tangtang pecked away the feathers from his palm with two fingers: "Thank you Xian family."

Star Officer Pleiades breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, then I will take my leave."

"I hope to see the star officials again in the future." Chen Tangtang said with a smile.

He took a deep look at her, turned around and walked up to the clouds, riding them away.

The master and apprentice packed up and prepared to go on the road again. However, before they had gone far, they saw a large carriage appearing in front of them. The carriage was exquisite and looked somewhat familiar.

Ao Lie immediately yelled: "This carriage belongs to that king!"

Bajie frowned, and suggested: "Master, why don't we go around?"

Chen Tangtang felt that Guanyin's words made sense. The disciples in the Daughter's Kingdom are a bit weird recently. It seems that some kind of thinking is overheated, so let's cool them off first.

She didn't answer Bajie, but walked straight towards the carriage.

Bajie was taken aback for a moment, the tenderness in his black eyes twisted into a ball: "Master..."

The wind blew up Chen Tangtang's monk clothes, and her thin body seemed to be blown away by the wind in the next moment.

He stretched out his hand as if he wanted to hold her, the monk's robe was blown away by a gust of wind, and only slipped over his fingertips, leaving a feeling like ice water.

Bajie clenched his palms tightly and looked down blankly.

"What are you thinking?" Sun Xingzhe asked coldly beside him.

Bajie turned his head to look at his elder brother.

Sun Xingzhe suppressed some kind of emotion in his golden eyes, because his heart was too hot, and all his strength was used to suppress this impulse, so that his expression and actions became more and more indifferent.

Bajie smiled and said softly, "Follow me."

Sun Xingzhe turned his head, his expression became colder: "Don't think too much."

Bajie shook his head: "If there is no hope, there will be no extravagant hopes, but since hope has been given and treated differently, it will really drive people crazy."

He raised his gentle smile again: "Ah, I'm just talking nonsense if I feel something, don't worry about it, senior brother."

Sun Xingzhe snorted coldly, quickened his pace and chased after Master.

When Chen Tangtang came to the carriage, it happened that the king of Daughter Kingdom had already listened to the report of the guards. He suddenly opened the curtain of the car, and his eyes met with the bald Chen Tangtang.

"This..." The king was startled, and immediately jumped out of the carriage, holding onto the arm of Chen Tangtang who was about to salute him.

"Brother Yu, you, how could you... What about your beautiful long hair?"

Chen Tangtang: "Amitabha, the poor monk is a monk, so it's normal to be bald."

The king was taken aback, complex emotions flashed across his beautiful eyes, and a stiff smile appeared on his face: "What are you talking about, you and I are already husband and wife? How come you are still a monk? I am leaving I am waiting for my brother on the only way to the daughter country, is my brother really going to sneak away?"

He was about to cry.

However, Chen Tangtang has not yet reacted from what he said.

How did they become husband and wife?

Chen Tangtang said solemnly: "Your Majesty, don't say any more, you and I have neither the status nor the reality of husband and wife, how can we be called husband and wife?"

"Ah..." He smiled slightly, his eyes sparkled gently, "It turns out that Brother Yu is urging me to be with you..."

He raised his lips and smiled, hooking his fingers around her skirt: "Sure, whatever you want...name, husband and wife status, or anything else, I can give it to you."

"donor……"

Before she finished speaking, he was interrupted immediately by him: "I only hope that you can stay here with me!"

Chen Tangtang looked indifferent.

He stared at her, seeming to convey to her all the emotions surging inside him.

Her expression softened, she raised her hand, and held his hand.

His eyes lit up: "Brother Tang Yu!"

However, those soft white hands mercilessly took his hands off her skirt with an extremely gentle movement.

The brightness in his eyes was like a candle in the wind, precarious.

"King, your name is wrong, the poor monk is not your royal brother."

"Then... Tang Tang." He held her hand behind his back, and the light in his eyes turned into autumn water.

"Tang Tang," he said in an extremely soft voice, "don't leave me, you are my marriage, the marriage I have been seeking for several lifetimes."

Chen Tang Tang said softly: "I'm sorry, the poor monk can't understand what the benefactor said."

She smiled, her appearance was both gentle and cold, "I can't understand a single word."

The autumn water in his eyes overflowed the autumn pond, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and a drop of clear tears fell on Chen Tangtang's tiger's mouth.

Chen Tangtang stared suspiciously at the crystal teardrops on the tiger's mouth, and said in a gentle voice: "Why is His Majesty crying? Oh, it must be because of the parting feelings of parting with the poor monk."

"Amitabha, the pain in life comes from the seven emotions and six desires. I also hope that the benefactor will get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible and return to the shore."

Chen Tangtang paused, and for the sake of his golden light growth, he added another sentence: "The sooner you enter my Buddhism, the sooner you will escape from the sea of ​​suffering. If the king needs it, the poor monk can shave you..."

Ao Lie who was watching suddenly said in a low voice: "Others shave their hair, but Master shaves their heads."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Forget it, the poor monk is really not material for earning faith.

The king rejected her proposal, his eyes were watery, but he said in a gentle voice: "The widow will not escape from the sea of ​​suffering, although it will not be so painful to escape from the sea of ​​suffering, but in the sea of ​​suffering, I will remember the people I miss, remember myself The mood when missing and admiring, there are people who can think about it, think about it, think about it, think about it, love it or hate it, this is the happiness of mortals."

He smiled with tears in his eyes, and his face became more and more beautiful. Even if the immortal family can live forever, there is no such affectionate person after all.

However, Chen Tangtang couldn't understand all of this.

She clasped her hands and bid him farewell, tenderly and utterly ruthless.

During the Kingdom Dynasty, she gave the salute that a woman would do to her husband: "Although you don't take me as your wife, I recognize you as your husband. From then on, I will be your wife."

"This..." Chen Tangtang's claws were numb.

His downcast eyelashes look charming and pitiful: "Could it be that you really have the heart not to even give me this chance to deceive myself?"

Sometimes he calls himself "a widow", with a very dignified dignity;

As he himself said, this is just his wishful thinking.

Can the poor monk still control other people's self-deception and wishful thinking?

Thinking of this, Chen Tangtang said softly: "You can do whatever you want."

He sighed, "You really are so incomprehensible."

Chen Tangtang: "The poor monk is leaving."

He pinched her sleeve: "There is one more thing. I lied to you about one thing. If you leave today, I must explain clearly."

Chen Tangtang listened patiently to what he said.

He put his finger on her wrist, and said with a smile: "Sorry, my nickname is not Haw, you must know that I was joking."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Holy crap, the poor monk really believed it!

The king was surprised and said: "Hey? That's just Xiang~yan's joke, why did Brother Tang Yu believe it?"

He bent down, leaned into her ear and said, "I don't believe your mind is so pure."

What misunderstanding did you have about the poor monk?

Chen Tangtang glanced at him without a word.

The king just looked at her with a sweet and happy smile.

Chen Tangtang breathed out: "Okay, can the poor monk go this time?"

"Doesn't Brother Tang Yu want to know the widow's real name?"

No, no, the poor monk is not interested, and the poor monk is afraid of being deceived again.

Before Chen Tangtang could open his mouth, the king pinched her fingers, using his fingers as a pen, and wrote his name on her palm.

It's just that his name seems to have too many hooks, and with his index finger flicking, the tingling in her palm is like a little snake constantly burrowing into her blood, even into her heart.

Chen Tangtang hooked his toes in his sandals, and couldn't help but said, "Have you finished writing? Can the poor monk go?"

"The widow will send you off."

Chen Tangtang had no choice but to be led forward for a while.

The eyes of the four apprentices behind him were about to turn red, but because of the indifference of the master just now, none of them dared to disturb him.

The king held her with one hand, and with the other he pushed aside the branches blocking the way for her.

Chen Tangtang lowered her head slightly, and walked under the branch, but a piece of fallen flowers fluttered on her bald head.

Seeing this scene, the king laughed softly.

Chen Tangtang looked puzzled.

"You lower your head."

His voice was low and gentle, and it made people feel numb in their bones.

Chen Tangtang subconsciously obeyed and lowered his head.

Warm fingers brushed over the top of her head, brushing off the falling flowers.

She was just about to look up.

He said nervously, "Don't move!"

Chen Tangtang's movements stopped.

He held her head in both hands, lowered his head, and kissed her bare top gently.

Moist, warm, crispy.

Chen Tangtang was at a loss: "Your Majesty, what is that?"

"It's a bug." His lips left the top of her head.

"Ah, what kind of bug."

"Lovesickness."

Chen Tangtang was even more confused.

What kind of insect is this?Why has the poor monk never heard of it?

He said nonsense seriously: "It is said that one bite from this kind of insect will cause a lifetime of pain, and the only thing that can cure the poison is a lover's kiss."

"Oh."

That is really miraculous, the Daughter Country is indeed a miraculous place.

He tilted his head and stared at her innocent expression, the love in his heart was completely full, and it was about to overflow.

"Your Majesty, sending it here is enough."

Chen Tangtang stopped again.

He racked his brains—is there no more excuse to spend more time with her?

"Okay." He said disappointedly: "Please let me serve you a glass of wine at the end."

Chen Tangtang shook his head: "Poor monks don't drink alcohol."

"The water?"

Chen Tangtang thought of the miraculous water of the Zimu River and the Taoist's warning before, and shook his head again: "I don't even drink the water."

He smiled slightly: "Okay, then can you give me a glass of wine?"

That's all right.

Chen Tangtang agreed.

He asked a servant to bring over a glass of wine.

The servant came to the front with a small red lacquer plate, and on the small plate was a finely carved silver cup, with a dragon hanging on the mouth of the silver cup, and even the dragon scales were clearly visible.

Chen Tangtang took the wine glass unprepared, obviously she was going to hold the glass body, but her fingertips brushed against the glass rim inexplicably, was scratched by the rough dragon scales, and a drop of blood dripped into the wine.

"Ah, sorry..."

Chen Tangtang immediately apologized for accidentally soiling the wine.

He smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, as long as it is given by you, the widow is willing to drink it up."

As he spoke, he picked up the silver cup and brought his lips to the mouth of the cup.

Just as Chen Tang Tang wanted to remind him that the dragon scales on the mouth of the cup were too sharp, his lips could not wait to lean on them. Sure enough, his lips were scratched, and blood flowed into the wine along the side of the cup.

He raised his head and drank the wine mixed with two people's blood in one gulp.

He stared at her firmly, with large patches of bright peonies blooming in his eyes, his tongue rolled over the wound on his lip, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you... for your fulfillment."

what?

"It would be great if I could see you again in my lifetime."

The author has something to say: Tang Tang was accidentally cheated, hehe~