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

"Amitabha," Chen Tangtang held back a smile and came to Mr. Guzhi, "Can the benefactor help?"

Isn't that obvious!

However, Mr. Gu Zhi had a dark complexion, and said coldly: "No need."

"Oh." Chen Tangtang responded obediently, but stood beside Mr. Guzhi, staring at Mr. Guzhi who was stuck in the hole without moving.

Lonely Father: "..."

A vein popped out of his forehead.

Suddenly, several pieces of wood at the entrance of the hole cracked and fell into a pool of water under the floor.

Guzhigong slid down slowly along the entrance of the cave.

Chen Tangtang asked seriously: "Does the benefactor need help?"

The veins on his forehead became more obvious.

He tightly pursed his lips, and scolded: "I can come out, you stay away."

Chen Tangtang nodded and took a few steps back.

Gu Zhizheng was about to jump out, but his hand pressing the floor slipped strangely.

With a "bang", the whole person fell into the pool of water, splashing a huge splash, soaking the floor of the cave entrance.

Chen Tangtang brushed off the sawdust on his clothes, clasped his hands together, and recited a Sutra of Rebirth.

Gu Zhigong: "I'm not dead yet, why do you recite the Sutra of Rebirth!"

His irritable and indifferent voice came from the cave entrance.

Chen Tangtang carefully moved to the broken hole, poked his head, and looked inside.

He was floating on the pitch-black water, and a ray of moonlight fell on his head.

His hair was soaked with drops of water, and under the moonlight, it looked like hoarfrost on his head. His appearance was frosty and snowy, and only a pair of dark eyes shot out a cold light.

Chen Tangtang continued to ask: "The benefactor wants to help."

He was so worn out that he lost his temper, and he muttered to himself: I don't know if he had a natural conflict with her, today is really unlucky.

He snorted coldly, lowered his eyelashes, and it took him a long time to say "hmm".

Chen Tangtang squatted down with a smile, and stretched out a pair of soft and white hands towards the entrance of the cave.

He looked up, and his hair made a sound as it brushed across the water.

With a straight face of a creditor, he scolded her: "Nonsense."

She squatted on the edge of the moonlight, tilted her head, and looked at him puzzled, only a pair of eyes sparkling.

He stared at her slender wrist, which seemed to be able to break with a little force.

"Go away, I'll do it myself." He moved his Adam's apple slightly and said indifferently.

Chen Tangtang said indifferently: "The poor monk can do it."

His expression became more and more ugly, and his eyes were full of overpowering when he looked at her.

Chen Tangtang sighed helplessly.

The poor monk is not a delicate flower.

As she said that, she lowered her body and grabbed Gu Zhigong's sleeve.

The lonely man on the surface of the water heaved and shook off her hand.

Her hand turned and grabbed his back collar directly.

"You!" Gu Zhigong's face was completely dark.

Before he finished speaking, the slender arm bent slightly, directly pulling his back collar and pulling him up.

Lonely Father: "..."

Guzhi Gong stared at her weak arm, his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

"Sorry, I just heard a voice..." Shiba Gong's voice stopped suddenly.

Chen Tangtang raised his head: "Huh?"

The eighteenth man looked at the tall and lonely man, and then at the weak Chen Tangtang. He swallowed dumbly: "Uh... ah..."

Right now, the small and weak Chen Tangtang is grabbing Mr. Gu Zhi by the back collar, picking up this tall and serious man like a chicken.

Gu Zhigong was completely ashamed, he clenched his teeth, and his silver teeth creaked.

His chest heaved and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go."

"Oh." Chen Tangtang readily let go of his hand.

"Wait!" Shibagong hurriedly shouted.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Puff-"

A huge splash of water splashed out of the hole in the floor.

Chen Tangtang turned to Shiba Gong and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, the poor monk subconsciously let go."

Shiba Gong's mind is still a little confused: "What happened?"

Chen Tangtang told the story of Mr. Guzhi accidentally falling into the water, and Mr. Shiba was speechless for a moment.

"I know they must have been lazy when they built it. Sure enough, it was made by demon power... Uh, forget it, guest, the porridge is ready."

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together, with an innocent and pure expression: "Thank you, benefactor."

Shiba Gong glanced at her, but no matter how he looked at her, she didn't look like someone who would throw Gu Zhi Gong down on purpose. It really was him thinking too much.

Shibagong smiled kindly: "It's my responsibility to take care of the guests."

Chen Tangtang pointed to the entrance of the cave again: "Don't you need to save it?"

Sure enough, he is a holy monk with such a kind heart.

Seemingly blinded by Chen Tangtang's golden light, Shiba Gong looked around, but he couldn't see any bad things about Chen Tangtang. He only felt that this holy monk was in everything he wanted and that he was good in everything.

"No, you see, he came up by himself."

As Shiba Gong spoke, his eyes fell on Gu Zhi Gong who was about to sneak up the corridor.

"The benefactor!" Chen Tangtang ran over with a "batter" and asked in a warm voice, "Is the benefactor okay?"

Mr. Guzhi was sitting on the ground of the corridor facing the water, dripping all over his body, his legs were hanging down, and his feet touched the water.

He stretched out his hand, brushed his wet hair back, turned his head, and gave her an annoyed look.

That old-fashioned and non-human face suddenly became a little more popular.

Shiba Gong's originally worried eyes suddenly retracted, he held his fists to his mouth, and coughed lightly.

Gu Zhigong turned his head again, pressed his left hand to the floor, his wet sleeves were winding on the floor, his right index finger slowly slid down his forehead, and gently pressed the bridge of his nose.The bright moonlight illuminates the water stains under his body, it is clearly frosty, but it looks like it is about to melt.

He said harshly: "What a Tang Sanzang."

"Amitabha, the benefactor appreciates it." Chen Tangtang thanked him unconsciously.

No one praises you!

He flicked his long sleeves, and the splashed water fell back into the pool.

Shiba Gong lowered his head, smiled strong, and his shoulders trembled slightly: "Okay, Mr. Guzhi, don't care about it like a child. Besides, Sanzang didn't do it on purpose."

Chen Tangtang wondered: "The benefactor knows the poor monk?"

"Uh..." Shiba Gong covered his mouth, smiled slightly, his eyes were gentle, "This... I will explain it to you later."

Chen Tangtang nodded.

She looked at Mr. Guzhi, and said in a low voice, "The benefactor is easy to catch cold like this."

Mr. Gu Zhi really wanted to slap "Who do you think it is because of this?" on her face, but after thinking about it carefully, she really didn't do anything. He stepped on the floor by himself, and he didn't let him The one who saved him was the one who let her go!It's just... just very angry!

The lonely man was too angry to speak.

Chen Tangtang said in a soft voice: "It's all the poor monk's fault. If the poor monk had reacted in time, you wouldn't have fallen and suffered such pain."

It's like talking to a child!

The corners of Gu Zhigong's mouth were tense, and his eyelids twitched.

Although this Tang Sanzang acted like a saint no matter what he said or did, he just felt in his heart that the bad things that happened to him were all caused by her.

Chen Tangtang couldn't persuade him, and sighed lightly.

Shibagong immediately frowned, and looked at Guzhigong with disapproval.

The corner of Gu Zhigong's mouth twitched.

look!Even her friends are on her side!Is there a stick of incense when she comes?

Is this intentional?

He turned his head again and looked at her seriously.

She lowered her hands and let him look at him frankly, with a frank look and frank eyes.

It doesn't look like such a scheming person, but if it's unintentional, it's nature, instinct...

Gu Zhigong's body suddenly felt a little cold.

...that was too scary.

While he was thinking, his shoulders suddenly felt hot.

Chen Tangtang bowed to help him up: "Donor, get up quickly, the floor is too cold, why don't we have some porridge together to keep warm."

Gu Zhigong turned his head, and a bald head was intruding into his eyes. The bald head, which should not be aesthetically pleasing, showed the original appearance of the skin under the moonlight—delicate, moving, like a round full moon. She was not like other monks. , there are small stubbles growing on the top of her head, which is disgusting, and there is even a light lotus fragrance floating on her skin.

He was startled, and threw Chen Tangtang away abruptly: "Don't come near me!"

He scowled, full of disgust.

Shiba Gong hurriedly stepped forward to support Chen Tangtang: "Guest!"

Gu Zhigong stared at the hand he had just pushed away, and shook it violently, as if he could shake off the lotus fragrance stained on it.

"Guzhi Gong, you shouldn't treat guests like this." Even a gentle person like Shiba Gong couldn't help but criticize him.

Mr. Guzhi showed an inhuman and cold smile: "Oh, maybe, Mr. Shiba, don't forget your identity."

He put that hand behind his back, and said coldly: "They are waiting at the Tanxin Pavilion."

After saying that, he stepped forward and left in a hurry.

Shiba Gong stared at his back, wondering: "Why did you leave in such a hurry? The appearance of losing Shuangzi like this... really doesn't look like you."

He turned around again and supported Chen Tangtang: "Come on, guest, please come and have dinner with me, don't care about Gu Zhigong's words."

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together, and said in a low voice: "It's the poor monk who bothered you, the poor monk should leave earlier."

"Don't..." Shiba Gong looked flustered for a moment.

Chen Tangtang narrowed his eyes: "What exactly is the benefactor going to do with the poor monk?"

His face turned red all of a sudden, and he murmured, "I didn't..."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Why are you blushing!What are your indecent attempts? !

Shiba Gong thought of something, his face turned pale again, he lowered his head and said softly: "The guests will know."

Saying it means not saying it.

Chen Tangtang held on to the railing and leaned over to see the bright moon on the pool outside the railing. She asked softly, "I don't know if the poor monk will survive to see the bright moon again."

Shiba Gong hurriedly said: "The guest misunderstood, we are definitely not trying to kill the guest."

"Is that so..."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Chen Tangtang finally put his heart into his stomach.

Chen Tangtang didn't speak, but Shiba Gong thought she was still misunderstanding.

He stepped forward and stood beside her.

"I promise...I promise you."

Shiba Gong lowered his head and stared at her.

Chen Tangtang smiled lightly: "I believe in the benefactor."

These four words came out of her mouth, entered his ears, and sank into his heart, his heart was heavy.

He said "um" and made a "please" gesture.

Shibagong led Chen Tangtang through the corridor.

The deep night stained her clothes, and the damp and cool steam clung to her ankles.

The bare soles of the eighteen males were faintly visible under the green clothes, and they stepped on the wooden board soaked in water vapor, making a lustful sound of "boo".

I don't know if it's because of the cold, or because of the long walk, the soles of his feet are gradually stained red.

"The benefactor..." Her voice pierced through the purple mist.

Shiba Gong gave a soft "hmm".

Chen Tangtang asked: "Is the benefactor cold?"

"Is the guest cold?"

"No, the poor monk saw that the donor's feet were turning red from the cold."

"Ah, no!" He turned sideways, his reddish side face was hidden in the cool purple mist, he was obviously a mature man, but he was still as shy as a boy.

Mature body, young heart.

Chen Tangtang couldn't help but feel that he was a scumbag... Eh?Just doing this to the poor monk is a bit guilty. Wouldn't it be even more unacceptable for her in her last nine lives?

Sure enough, drinking Mengpo soup is a good thing.

His thin and thin soles rubbed against the ground, hesitantly overturned his previous words: "Well, it's a bit cold, it's okay."

After he finished speaking, he turned around hastily, and hurriedly quickened his pace.

There was no light in the corridor, only the occasional moonlight. Chen Tangtang kept staring at his feet, worried that he would accidentally step on the wooden boards like Mr. Gu Zhigong.

Suddenly, a maple leaf flew from behind her and landed in front of her feet. She couldn't stop and stepped on it.

"Hello—" came a cold voice.

Chen Tangtang hurriedly followed the prestige, but he didn't see anyone.

"Hi!" he called again.

Chen Tangtang looked intently, and through the wet mist, she saw a red-haired man in red, who was leaning against the red pillar with his hands folded, with a look of impatience and foreboding.

Shibagong patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Don't scare her."

The red-haired man in red raised his mouth and let out a sneer.

"Oh, I didn't know that the monster's nemesis was so timid."

Shibagong coughed softly: "Rumours are unbelievable, you will know when you see her..."

"Didn't you already see it now?" He raised his chin and glanced at Chen Tangtang with a smile, "I have seen the holy monk, how will the holy monk deal with me? Hmm?"

Chen Tangtang said calmly: "The benefactor has misunderstood the poor monk."

"Have you misunderstood? Isn't there just one..."

"Chifeng, what nonsense are you talking about, hurry up, where is the thing I asked you to take?" Shiba Gong pushed him again, his eyes secretly fell on her.

Chi Feng frowned impatiently: "Ah, I think you are going to follow in the footsteps of those monsters."

With a flick of his hand, he didn't know where to get a tray, and the familiar fragrance wafted along with the cold wind.

Shiba Gong smiled kindly, and took the tray in his hand.

"Let's go." Shibagong nodded to Chen Tangtang with a smile.

When Chen Tangtang passed by Chi Feng, he suddenly blew on her.

As soon as her cheeks turned cold, she immediately turned her head.

It wasn't until this moment that she broke through the thick mist and saw his face clearly.

His hair is bright red, his eyes are light red, and his lips are pink. With his face like a red ghost, he has a strange and harmonious temperament, ethereal and weird, evil and coquettish.

He bent down, his red hair slid down his shoulders, brushing against her cheek inadvertently.

So cold.

He parted his lips, and will-o'-the-wisps burned in his eyes.

"I'm watching you."

"Guest?" Shiba Gong urged.

Chen Tangtang let out a "huh".

Only then did the person in front of him slowly retract his body, leaning against the pillar again, almost merging with the vermilion pillar.

Such strong hostility, did the poor monk do something to him?

While thinking, Chen Tangtang hurried forward.

After not walking far, she followed the Shiba Gong who was leading the way and turned a corner in the corridor, walking on a road that was more foggy but brighter with a bright moon.

"Where does the donor take the poor monk?"

Turning around, Chen Tangtang didn't know where she was going. If she escaped by herself, unless she jumped into the pool, she might not be able to get out of these connected corridors in her life.

Discrimination road idiot ah!

Shiba Gong seemed to be aware of Chen Tangtang's troubled heart, and he said softly: "I'll take the guests to the Tanxin Pavilion. Since it's a moon viewing, I naturally go to a place where I can see the moon."

"Oh." Chen Tangtang stared longingly at the bowl of porridge in his hand, feeling like a donkey chasing a carrot in front of him.

But... Even if she could only smell the taste, she knew that the bowl of porridge must be extremely delicious.

Unknowingly, the vermilion corridor turned into a silvery white, just like the snow city of the Moon Palace.

Chen Tangtang suddenly thought of the situation when she looked at the center of the pool from a distance before. She didn't find any corridors and pavilions at the center of the pool. It turned out that they were all silvery white, intertwined with the moonlight and the reflection of the pool water, which made her Can't tell.

"When the distinguished guest comes, even the moonlight becomes gentler." A hearty male voice broke through the mist.

"Let me meet him well. I've heard his name for a long time, but I've never seen him..." As the words fell, a very tall man suddenly appeared in front of Chen Tangtang.

Chen Tangtang's neck was sore when he raised his neck, so he could only see a chin.

How tall is this man? He's about to reach the top of the corridor, right?

Chen Tangtang was distracted, but there was a sudden pain between his brows.

"Ugh...it hurts."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He immediately withdrew his hand, and his voice floated down from above: "I just want to see if the cinnabar mole between your eyebrows is real or not."

Just look at it, what are you picking!

Chen Tangtang covered his forehead and said helplessly, "Why did the poor monk make a fake cinnabar mole?"

"Hmm... because it's tempting?"

The poor monk is going to hate you.

"Sorry, please don't hate me as a guest, I heard that you like hair, why don't you lend me my hair?"

As he spoke, he stroked the hair on his chest and handed it into her hand.

Chen Tangtang pinched the lock of hair and was speechless.

Is the poor monk someone who can be seduced by mere hair?

Poor monk?

is it?

Well, the poor monk is.

Chen Tangtang lowered his head with some self-loathing, and glanced at the hair in the palm of his hand. The hair was actually dark green, soft, slippery, and smelled as fresh as a forest.

How hairy!How hairy!

She visually inspected the volume of his hair, and sighed regretfully in her heart.

The amount of hair is not enough. If his whole body is covered with such long hair, how beautiful would he be?

Chen Tangtang was visually measuring the volume of his hair, while he was looking at her height.

Not only did he look at it like this, he also stretched out his hand to measure it.

"I said, you are too short." He deliberately measured her height to his waist and abdomen, "Will you be scared when you see me? Will you feel shuddering... eh? shuddering... ...Standing without containment... Hee!"

He covered his mouth and laughed to himself.

Chen Tangtang glanced at him coldly, only seeing a covered chin.

Although the poor monk doesn't know what you are thinking, but the poor monk's intuition tells the poor monk that your thoughts must be dirty!

"Come here!" He suddenly hugged Chen Tangtang by the waist.

Chen Tangtang managed to maintain a calm expression.

But he smiled and pinched her under his arm, and deliberately turned her upside down.

"Oh, you monk is really thin, thin and small, did your disciples abuse you along the way?"

He babbled, and clamped her into the pavilion.

Chen Tangtang covered his face and sighed.

The Eighteenth Duke on the side persuaded: "Don't be angry, he will only get close to people who have a good eye."

However, the poor monk does not want to get close to you.

Chen Tangtang pulled the hair in his hand violently.

The tall man let out an "ow".

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts to death! Hey! Let go!" His eyes rolled, and he suddenly hugged her with both hands.

Chen Tangtang looked at his face subconsciously, but still only saw his raised chin.

But he smiled and straightened his arms, holding her on the cold pool: "Are you going to let go? If you don't let go, I'm going to let go."

Shiba Gong was in a hurry, but he was not as tall or as strong as this man, so he had nothing to do, so he turned his head to the corner of the pavilion and asked for help: "Don't just look at me, come and help me, Don't let Ling Kongzi get into big trouble!"

"hurry up!"

"Ling Kongzi, don't let go, do you hear me!"

Shiba Gong persuaded this to persuade that, and was so busy that his forehead was sweating.

"Oh, it's the old man's fault. The old man decided to invite distinguished guests to come to his door, but he was rude by this man." A voice sounded from the corner of the pavilion shrouded in mist.

"But, ahem, the old man is not in good health, and he really can't handle this guy, Shiba Gong, why don't you let Chi Feng come, be careful that your people will be destroyed by Ling Kongzi."

The eighteenth man was so anxious that he didn't even notice the trap in the old man's words.

He hurriedly said: "Where is the time to find Chifeng? Ling Kongzi, don't throw it away! Guest, don't be afraid."

What is so terrible about the poor monk?The poor monk swallowed the water-repellent beads and protected his body with golden light, so he was very comfortable even in the water.

"Almsgiver, the poor monk has no grievances or enmities with you, why do you want to harm the poor monk?"

"Hit you? Am I hugging you? How can I say I hurt you?"

He threw Chen Tangtang on purpose.

Shibagong exclaimed, and his heart almost jumped out.

But Ling Kongzi caught the falling Chen Tangtang again, shamelessly said: "Look, I even saved you."

"Think about it carefully, should you promise yourself with your body?"

Sensing that Ling Kongzi's words became more and more wrong, the old man who refused to show up in the corner coughed suddenly: "Ling Kongzi, don't sink in."

Chen Tangtang felt his arms stiffen for a moment, and then Ling Kongzi's grinning voice sounded next to his ear——

"how could be?"

His movements paused, and then he carried Chen Tangtang into the pavilion again.

"Since you like it..." He tilted his head suddenly, and the strand of hair that was originally held in Chen Tangtang's hand was pulled out by himself.

Chen Tangtang himself felt his scalp ache.

The poor monk respects you as a man.

She quickly tucked that hair into a sleeve full of odds and ends.

"Okay, so let's talk about sex promises..."

"Huh?" Chen Tangtang wondered.

"Ah!" The Eighteenth Duke exclaimed.

"Hello!" Ling Kongzi opened his eyes wide.

The voice in the cloud paused for a moment, and some gritted their teeth and said, "Ling Kongzi...you are the only one talking nonsense!"

Ling Kongzi smacked his lips, and said irresistibly, "You have gone astray."

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