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

"Amitabha, the poor monk is too tired."

Zheng Yulang, who was originally in high spirits, suddenly stopped, and he supported her arm: "Come, come here, I have prepared a high bed soft pillow for you."

"Amitabha, monks don't pay much attention to these things. As long as there is a tile to cover the body, the poor monk is satisfied."

"Then..." Just change the straw mat?

Before Zheng Yulang finished speaking, Chen Tangtang took off the curtain, rolled onto the bed immediately, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

Zheng Yulang stood beside the bed, looking down at her.

The starlight is sympathetic, reflecting her pink and white face, just like the lotus flower quietly blooming in the lotus pond.

Zheng Yulang let out an "ah", knelt on the head of the bed, cupped his cheeks in his hands, and stared at her sleeping face.

A sneaky wind blew the bed curtain and fluttered her eyelashes.

Chen Tangtang frowned slightly.

Zheng Yulang was startled, turned his wrist, and immediately cast a spell to close the window.

Her frown still did not loosen.

"What did you dream about?" Zheng Yulang stretched out his index finger and lightly tapped between Chen Tangtang's eyebrows.

She snorted softly, seemingly dissatisfied.

Zheng Yulang immediately withdrew his hand.

He tilted his head, resting his cheek on his arm, and muttered, "Where did you go dreaming? Then I can't disturb you."

Although it is a wandering dream, it is actually a trace of the soul coming out of the body. If it is disturbed casually by someone, it is easy to startle the trace of wandering soul, making people unable to wake up forever.

He looked at her quietly for a while, and then his eyes fell on her feet.

Zheng Yulang looked at her feet, which were still wearing straw sandals, and smiled softly.

"I troubled you to take care of me when I was drunk before, but now it's my turn to take care of you, Master."

Zheng Yulang murmured: "Master..."

He chuckled, blushing and shaking his head.

His slender fingers brushed over her feet and took off her shoes.

Her straw sandals were made of broken branches and leaves, and they were very rough. Zheng Yulang put his hand in and tried it, only to feel that his hands were scratched by the rough straw sandals, which made him very uncomfortable.

He looked worriedly at her feet.

Wearing such rough sandals and walking such a long mountain road, her feet must be worn out. According to her temperament, even if she feels uncomfortable, she will understand him and refuse to speak.

Thinking of this made his heart ache even more.

Zheng Yulang sat at her feet, held her feet up and observed them carefully.

Under the hazy moonlight, the soles of her feet were thin and thin, slightly arched into a small bow shape, her toes were pink and lovely, like pink lotus petals joined together, and her nails were shyly flushed.

He stretched out the palm of his hand and measured it. Her sole was shorter than his hand, and her foot was just in his palm. Her delicate soles were against the chaotic palm lines of his palm, hot and wet.

Zheng Yulang bit his lip and squeezed it subconsciously, but immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.

He stared at his palm, only to feel that it was extremely hot and scalding.

His heart was beating so hard that it almost jumped out of his mouth.

Zheng Yulang clutched his heart helplessly, but the burning heat in his palm seemed to melt into his heart through the thin fabric and skin.

Jump too fast.

He grabbed his clothes violently.

The wind blew open the window violently, blowing towards him.

Zheng Yulang's ears moved, as if he heard something from the wind.

"No, I don't agree." He gritted his teeth: "I'm fine, I'm not like him who is easily tempted, I won't, absolutely not."

The wind was getting stronger, and it tugged at his sleeves and rattled.

Still motionless, he turned his head away.

The strange thing is - the wind only blew towards him, but it didn't touch Chen Tangtang at all.

Zheng Yulang blew the wind all night, until the first ray of sunlight passed by the window and fell on the soft bed, the breeze quietly exited the room without a trace.

Zheng Yulang held his chest and let out a breath slowly.

Chen Tangtang opened his eyes, but what he saw was a face as pale as a ghost.

drink!

Chen Tangtang was almost about to slay demons, but she raised her hand only to realize that the dejected man was Zheng Yulang.

"Amitabha, layman feeling unwell?"

Zheng Yulang's staring eyes slowly moved to her body, his face that had been stiff all night moved, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth: "Are you awake?"

Chen Tangtang got up, knelt down on the bed, leaned forward and raised his hand, putting his palm on his forehead.

Zheng Yulang didn't blink his eyes, his eyes seemed to be frosted.

Her delicate and warm palm was pressed against his cold forehead.

It was obviously a comfortable temperature, but it seemed to have branded him with a brand that went deep into the bone marrow.

Chen Tangtang exclaimed and said worriedly: "Good ice, are you sick?"

She was like a cold statue pasted on her.

Zheng Yulang remained motionless.

Chen Tangtang got up and went to the ground, only to realize that he was not wearing shoes.

She looked for shoes everywhere: "Where are the poor monk's shoes?"

Zheng Yulang's ears were burning red.

He turned sideways, and secretly moistened the pair of straw shoes with his own magic power, so that she could wear them more comfortably.

However, he spent too much mana last night in order to stop the call to him, and now his whole body is exhausted. He fell down in a controlled manner.

"Boom-"

Chen Tangtang, who was looking for shoes, turned his head suddenly, and saw that his straw shoes were placed at the end of the bed, and that Layman Zheng plunged into them. It seemed that there was some treasure in the shoes, and he wished to go in and look for them.

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Why is this Layman Zheng getting sicker and sicker?

Chen Tangtang took a few steps forward: "If the layman likes it, the poor monk can give this pair of sandals to the layman."

Zheng Yulang didn't speak, and remained motionless in the shoe-sucking posture.

Chen Tangtang stretched out his hand helplessly, grabbed Zheng Yulang's collar, and with a light pull, Zheng Yulang fell to the ground like a jade mountain that had collapsed.

Chen Tangtang looked at his hands, then at Zheng Yulang who was lying motionless on the ground.

"Amitabha."

She put on the straw shoes, squatted down, and carried Zheng Yulang on her back.

However, Chen Tangtang forgot that she was a head behind Zheng Yulang in height, so she thought she was walking behind Zheng Yulang's back, but she was actually dragging him along.

Zheng Yulang's two soft legs dragged on the ground, drawing two deep "ruts" along the way.

Obviously there was a smooth road outside the temple, but she somehow carried him on her back and walked around the forest several times, but couldn't find a way out.At last, he walked out of the woods under the leadership of a little bird.

Only then did Chen Tangtang realize that this forest was only a few acres in size, and ten steps to the side was the official road.

It's really strange, why can't she find her way?

Amitabha, this is probably the so-called fate, well, it seems that she really has no fate with this official path.

Chen Tangtang walked along the official road for a certain distance. He didn't see any shadow of the city wall until noon, but an oil-walled carriage approached him.

Chen Tangtang stood by the side of the road with his back on his back.

The carriage stopped beside her instead.

The driver of the carriage was a little boy, he stretched his neck curiously and looked in Chen Tangtang's direction.

"Don't be rude to Master." A reprimand came from inside the carriage.

The little boy let out an "oh", and then looked at his nose and heart with his eyes, and stopped looking around.

Chen Tangtang wondered how this person knew that the little boy was looking at her without pulling the curtain of the car.

At this time, the curtain of the carriage was lifted by a book, and a middle-aged Taoist priest poked his head out and smiled gently at Chen Tangtang: "The master is from Qingzhou."

"Exactly, I don't know how Mr. Know?"

The Taoist smiled slightly, lifted the curtain of the car, got out of the car himself, and stood aside respectfully: "Master, please get in the car, and this one..."

Chen Tangtang moved his shoulders at this moment, and Zheng Yulang's face appeared in front of the Taoist priest.

When the middle-aged Taoist saw it, he immediately turned pale with shock: "How could it be this... It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be."

"Excuse me……"

Before she could speak, the middle-aged Taoist priest kept silent and directly helped Chen Tangtang to help this person into the carriage.

Chen Tangtang was half a beat behind and said, "Although Mr. is well-intentioned, you and I are heading in different directions."

The Taoist was stunned for a moment: "Isn't Master going to Chang'an?"

Chen Tangtang nodded: "Yes."

The Taoist looked at the carriage, then at Chen Tangtang: "Does the master know where the direction of Chang'an is?"

Chen Tangtang pointed in the direction the carriage came: "No, it's just ahead."

Taoist priest:"……"

Taoist: "Master, please look back."

When Chen Tangtang turned his head, he saw the end of the road, and a tall and dark city wall could be seen in the distance.

Taoist: "Master, have you ever seen that city wall?"

Chen Tangtang didn't understand, so he said, "I see."

The Taoist priest had a complicated expression on his face: "That's Chang'an."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

The wind sweeps a fallen leaf.

Chen Tangtang's face still had the abstinence-like expression on his face: "So that's the case, the poor monk is probably not destined for this city yet."

Taoist: "The master doesn't know the way?"

"The poor monk's intuition is very accurate."

"But the master runs counter to his own goal."

"The poor monk trusts his intuition."

The middle-aged Taoist priest raised his hand, put it on his mouth, and chuckled: "That's it, then please get on the car, Master, and Pindao will take Master to Chang'an."

"Thank you sir."

Chen Tangtang sat in the carriage, and Zheng Yulang was also helped to lie on the side.

She turned her head, only to find that the Taoist was staring at her.

He has the noble face of "Five Sacred Mountains and Chaogong", he looks gentle and generous, even if he makes a gesture of staring at people closely, he also looks extraordinary.

"The master really has no dust in his heart. He just listened to the words of the poor. What should he do if the poor is a bad person?"

The Taoist smiled kindly, but said, "The master has suffered a disaster."

this person...

"It was just a joke just now, and I hope the master will not be offended. Only people like the master are highly respected by the uncle, and he specially ordered me to pick up the master. I didn't expect the master to have already arrived in Chang'an and is still walking back."

Hey!

Are you laughing at the poor monk?

The Taoist priest introduced himself: "This is Yuan Tiangang, Yuan Shoucheng is Uncle Poor Dao."

No, the poor monk doesn't want to talk to you right now.

"Master looks unhappy, he is worried about this... this..." Yuan Tiangang didn't seem to know how to address it, so he could only ignore it, "He is in good health, he will be fine after a short rest."

"It's the master who has something to do..."

Hey?

At this time, the carriage had already passed the gate of Chang'an City and entered the city of Chang'an.

The author has something to say: Zheng Yulang: Did you lose this pair of golden straw sandals, or this pair of silver straw sandals?

Chen Tangtang: ...Go away, I don't want to talk to you, shoe sucker.

A Taoist priest: Oh, Master Lost [smiling face]