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

"Ah, I'm sorry!" The scholar let go of his hand in a panic, as if he was the one being treated lightly.

He touched his head embarrassingly: "I just tripped accidentally."

Chen Tangtang looked down and saw that there was indeed a stone at his feet.

She went back to her futon and sat down, said lightly: "There seems to be another futon around here, please look for it carefully."

"Oh, oh!" The scholar responded softly, and then stumbled to find the futon.

After finally getting the futon in his hand, he turned around in a circle in a daze.

"That...that..." The scholar's voice trembled.

Chen Tangtang could see that his face was still a little pale.

He swallowed a few times dryly, as if he was frightened, and asked in a low voice: "Elder, are you still there?"

"If you are here, can you say something?"

His timid and weak appearance is a bit amusing.

Chen Tangtang said indifferently: "The poor monk is here."

The scholar immediately rushed towards Chen Tangtang, but his movements were too hasty, and he didn't pay attention to his feet. He suddenly stepped on a round pebble, slipped, and rushed towards Chen Tangtang with a sound of "ah".

It is impossible to make the same mistake a second time.

Chen Tangtang dodged sideways.

With his head grabbing the ground, the scholar hit the ground with a "bang".

It sounds like a pain.

Chen Tangtang sat on the futon and looked down at him.

Is it human or demon?

The scholar fell so badly that he couldn't get up and could only crawl on the ground, groaning softly.

Chen Tangtang said helplessly: "The benefactor is too anxious, why don't you come slowly?"

The scholar buried his head in his arms and said in a muffled voice, "If I tell the truth, the elder should not laugh at me."

Chen Tangtang said softly: "Don't worry, benefactor."

His voice became even more muffled: "I... am afraid..."

Even the ending is trembling.

Chen Tangtang said indifferently: "It's human nature."

"The elder really thinks so? I'm a man."

Chen Tangtang looked at the eminent monk and said: "All living beings have something to fear and respect, so that they will not incur evil consequences."

The scholar seemed to have listened to her words, he slowly got up, took the futon and came to Chen Tangtang's side, relying on her to do a good job.

Both of their clothes were a little wet, and when they sat together, they could almost feel each other's body temperature through the thin fabric.

Chen Tangtang's body temperature was higher than ordinary people's because of the golden light.

The scholar approached her, as if he had been scalded, and dodged abruptly, but after a while, he leaned against her unconsciously like a moth attracted by the fire.

After staying away several times, seeing that Chen Tangtang didn't seem to notice, he approached her cautiously, putting his arm against hers.

Gradually, his whole body was almost attached to her body.

Chen Tangtang felt a little uncomfortable, she turned her head slightly, only to find that the scholar was trembling with his arms around his shoulders.

Chen Tangtang said: "The benefactor is going to pick up some firewood to make a fire?"

The scholar said in a low voice: "It's late, look at the heavy rain outside, I'm afraid the firewood will be soaked and can't be lit."

Chen Tangtang moved the futon, and the scholar followed suit and leaned closer to her.

"That..." the scholar whispered, "I'm really cold, the elder is hot, I'm sorry."

As he said that, he got closer, like a dog's skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off.

Chen Tangtang whispered: "Amitabha, why did the benefactor appear in this wilderness?"

The scholar seemed to be warmed by her body temperature, he sighed contentedly, and said: "I come from Zhu Ziguo, and I have read thousands of books at home, so I want to go abroad to study, so I can learn more."

There are monsters along the way, your heart is really big enough.

However, if you are a monster, you are not afraid of anything.

Chen Tang looked suspicious, and asked softly, "The benefactor has worked hard all the way."

The scholar sighed: "Oh, don't mention it, I encountered several groups of bandits along the way, fortunately I ran fast."

Chen Tangtang turned to look at his frail appearance: "Run fast?"

The scholar whispered: "Yes, he ran faster than his peers."

Chen Tangtang: "Do you have any companions?"

The scholar sighed again: "Originally a dozen of us went on the road together, but now I'm the only one left here."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Are you the co-author who sold your companions until now?

The scholar suddenly burst out laughing.

"I'm talking nonsense, the elder wouldn't believe it, would he?"

Chen Tangtang was confused: "Huh?"

The scholar tilted his head and rested his head on her shoulder.

so heavy...

The scholar's voice became softer: "The elder is so warm... I seem to..."

He paused, then smiled and said, "Where is the feng shui that can raise a person like an elder? I really want to see it."

Chen Tangtang: "Amitabha, the poor monk came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty."

"Great Tang? It really is a place with outstanding people. If possible, can I go to Great Tang with the elders?"

"Sorry, the poor monk is going to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures, and I'm afraid he won't be returning to Tang Dynasty in a short time."

"Is that so?" The scholar rubbed his hands together, and he whispered, "That's fine, anyway, I'm also on a study tour, can I go west with the elder?"

This guy really stuck.

Chen Tangtang put his palms together and didn't speak, the meaning of refusal was obvious.

The scholar raised his hand, covering his forehead with the back of his hand.

He suddenly changed the subject: "Elder, it's windy and windy outside, and the night is long, let's chat?"

Chen Tangtang: "What does the benefactor want to say?"

The scholar grinned and said with a smile: "In this temple, there are always stories about monsters, about scholars, about monks, and about beauties."

Chen Tangtang: "Are monsters so easy to see?"

The monsters that the poor monk saw along the way were nothing more than... um...

Chen Tangtang counted with his fingers, and before he finished counting, he heard footsteps coming from outside the temple, this time the footsteps were softer, like a woman.

"Excuse me, is there anyone here?" A vague figure stood outside the door, and a soft voice came in with the wind and rain.

The scholar who was leaning on Chen Tangtang's shoulder suddenly let out a "huh" and straightened up.

With his cold hands on Chen Tangtang's shoulders, he slowly moved closer.

He whispered close to her ear: "Elder, could it be that we really met the monsters mentioned in the fairy tales?"

Obviously his whole body was very cold, but the breath he exhaled was still hot.

Chen Tangtang's ears trembled, and he said calmly, "How can there be so many ghosts and ghosts in the world?"

Ma Dan, stop talking, the poor monk is also afraid!

The scholar tilted his head, looked at her expression carefully, and asked her softly: "What should we do? Otherwise, let's run first?"

"Amitabha."

The scholar lowered his head and rested his chin on her arm: "That... Elder, can you subdue demons?"

Chen Tangtang looked frank: "The poor monk has never learned this."

But the poor monk can learn by himself without a teacher.

He frowned: "That's going to be difficult."

The woman outside the door asked again: "Is there no one? Is there really no one? It's raining outside, can I stay here for one night?"

The scholar asked again: "What should I do? Should I answer her? If she were a monster, would she just eat the person who answered her?"

Chen Tangtang didn't speak, and kept guessing in his heart.

"If it's for you, the elder," the scholar suddenly knelt down on the futon, put his hands on Chen Tangtang's shoulders, lowered his head, and pressed his cold forehead against her scorching forehead, "I would like to be the one who answers her, Eaten by monsters."

Chen Tangtang still had an expression of not understanding the situation.

"Elder, why don't you speak?" His breath became even hotter, like a mass of ice wrapped in thick magma.

Chen Tangtang said indifferently: "Benefactor, in the eyes of the poor monk, you are now more like a monster."

In the flash of lightning before, she had already seen his face clearly. Although he looked like an innocent and weak scholar in every way, those eyes were really too charming.

"Huh—" The woman at the door seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Since there is no one, I will come in. I don't know which Taoist temple or temple it is, thank you in advance."

The scholar sighed softly: "It turns out that I am like this in the eyes of the elders, so that's fine."

He hugged himself and moved a little away from Chen Tangtang, but his lost appearance looked pitiful and aggrieved.

Chen Tangtang's eyes didn't move, and he said, "Amitabha, the female benefactor, the poor monk and another benefactor are also sheltering from the rain here."

The woman said "ah", as if startled by the sudden sound.

She took a few steps back and asked tentatively, "Is... the elder of this temple?"

"No, the poor monk is just a passing monk."

"So that's it. Can the elder say a few more words? I want to get closer to a crowded place."

"The poor monk is here."

Chen Tangtang's calm voice seemed to have the power to comfort people's hearts, and the woman's voice no longer trembled.

The woman moved, and took out something out of nowhere, which radiated a warm light.

That ray of light continued to shine in front of Chen Tangtang.

Chen Tangtang had been in the dark for a long time, she was not used to the light, her eyelashes trembled, and she closed her eyes.

The woman came over.

Chen Tangtang opened his eyes again and looked towards the light, only to see a young lady with picturesque eyebrows and rich clothes holding a shining ball and looking at her.

The little lady tilted her head, and a soft and sweet voice sounded: "Elder, you were born well."

Chen Tangtang did not respond.

But she knelt down next to Chen Tangtang familiarly.

She looked sideways at Chen Tangtang, and said with a smile: "I am the princess of the Zhuzi Kingdom. I walked a little far while hunting. I lost my way in the forest and encountered rain, so I had to come to this room." Hiding from the rain in the ruined temple."

She raised her lips and smiled, her eyes filled with seductive moisture: "I never thought that I would meet such a good-looking elder by chance."

Scholars, monks, beauties, all work together, what kind of drama will be staged next?

Chen Tangtang secretly guessed.

The author has something to say: Scholar: Most of the beauties are monsters!

Beauty: With such charming eyes, he is a monster!