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

A gust of wind from the sea blew her veil past her eyelashes.

Chen Tangtang closed his eyes subconsciously, but his eyelashes suddenly seemed to touch something, his eyelids were slightly cold, and the tip of his nose could still smell a faint fragrance.

A drop of cold water fell on her cheek.

Chen Tangtang subconsciously opened her eyes, and what came into view was a plump and beautiful peony flower, with dew condensed on the petals, and the dew trembled with the wind, falling on her face.

Chen Tangtang touched his cheek, and brushed the peony petals with his fingertips.

The peony was moved away by a slender white hand, and the face of the gentleman was completely revealed——

Eyes with peach blossoms, lips with red pistils, and a slight smile is endlessly romantic and indescribably suave.

Chen Tangtang subconsciously wanted to close her hands together, but the man gave a soft "ah" and stuffed the flower into her palm.

If she closed her hands, she would definitely hurt the flower, so Chen Tangtang had no choice but to stop.

The man smiled chicly, pinching the flower branch with two fingers, allowing the petals to slide slowly over the marriage line in her palm, and his ambiguous voice was like the light sunset glow.

"Master, it turns out that you are a flower cherisher... Heh, you and I are really destined."

Chen Tangtang looked at this person suspiciously. She had never seen this person before, but he did have a vague sense of familiarity.

"Didn't the master remember it?" The flower in his hand caressed her cheek, stroked it gently, and slowly swept it away.

The wind blew from behind him, and Chen Tangtang faintly smelled the light fragrance hidden under the rich fragrance of flowers on his body.

Chen Tangtang lowered his eyes: "Amitabha, benefactor..."

Before she finished speaking, the dewy flower touched the peak of her lips.

He stared at her with a smile, the peach blossoms in his eyes were about to poke out his head.

"Master, please call me layman, I am Zheng Yulang."

He rolled his eyes: "The real Zheng Yulang."

Only then did Chen Tangtang realize that she seemed to have accidentally forgotten someone.

Ever since Yuan Tiangang took the unconscious Zheng Yulang away, she hadn't seen him again, so why...he changed his face and caught up with her?

"Lady Zheng?" Chen Tangtang looked at him seriously.

Zheng Yulang tugged at the skirt of his shirt with a smile: "Can you see clearly? Or... I pull it away so you can see clearly?"

As he spoke, he unceremoniously tore open the hem of his clothes, revealing his fair and muscular shoulders.

The girls on the flower boat exclaimed.

Chen Tangtang didn't even raise his eyelids.

"The poor monk remembered that Layman Zheng didn't have such a face."

Zheng Yulang spread his hands and said, "It's very simple. I just need to show my supernatural power a little bit, and I will be able to change back to my original appearance."

"However," his hand grasped her veil, sliding it gently as if stroking the skin, "Tell me, do you like my original appearance more, or my current appearance?"

I don't like it at all. It used to be like I didn't take medicine, but now it looks like I've taken too much medicine.

"Amitabha."

Zheng Yulang smiled and lowered his head, kissed the light gauze, and said in a soft voice, "Little master is so playful, don't you think you like both of them?"

"It's just flesh and blood."

"Skin and flesh?" Zheng Yulang bent down, getting closer and closer to her.

He stumbled straight into her clear eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you know that this face of mine is... Cough, I used it back then, and even liked that one, so why don't you like it? "

If you have to choose one from the Layman Zheng who didn’t take the medicine and the Layman Zheng who took too much medicine and burned his brain...

"Amitabha, the original Layman Zheng is enough."

Zheng Yulang suddenly lowered his face, gritted his teeth and said, "No, I don't believe it. One of them is as stupid as wood, and the other is addicted to alcohol. How can they be better than me? How can I have knowledge and interest?"

"The poor monk can't understand the words of Layman Zheng."

"Don't call me Jushi Zheng!" Zheng Yulang tightly squeezed the flourishing flowers in his hands, the crushed petals fell into the soil in tatters, and the fragrant flower juice stuck to his hands.

Chen Tangtang still looked indifferent, as if no matter what he did, she would not be surprised.

hateful!

Is this the monk who tempted those two idiots?

He's obviously just a monk, what's so good about it...

Zheng Yulang's eyes were glued to her pale pink lips.

Simply, if you don't do it, you will never stop!

Zheng Yulang suddenly stretched out his hand, held her cheeks, and was about to bow his head, when suddenly, a thunderbolt from the blue sky hit Zheng Yulang's head with a "bang".

As soon as his head exploded, he lost all consciousness, and fell down in the direction of Chen Tangtang.

Chen Tangtang moved a few steps.

With a "snap", he hit the ground on his face and hit the ground covered with stones.

"It's over, it's over! The beautiful man fell on his face!"

The little ladies on the flower boat shouted one after another.

"It must be disfigured. The road is full of small stones. Last time, a sister accidentally fell, but she managed to hold it up with her hands. As a result, the skin on her palms and knees were scratched. I can no longer receive customers, not to mention how miserable it is."

"This is really... Heaven is jealous of beauty! Heaven is jealous of beauty!"

"Hey, sister, isn't that how you say it?"

"Then... a confidante who is unlucky? A confidante who is unlucky? Remnant flowers and willows? Flirting?"

Chen Tangtang lowered his head and looked at the person who was hacked, who didn't know about Zheng Yulang, and persuaded him with good intentions: "Lady Zheng, you and the poor monk have no grievances in the past, and you have no grudges in recent days, why don't you let each other go?"

"Lady Zheng, you have to learn to let go."

"Lady Zheng, as long as you let go of your hand, you will become a Buddha immediately."

However, Zheng Yulang didn't say a word, and didn't move at all.

Chen Tangtang looked at the hand firmly holding his ankle with a speechless face.

Co-authored by Jushi Zheng, do you want to drag a poor monk as a back up when you die?

Chen Tang Tang Nong couldn't wake him up, and he couldn't drag him, so he could only sit down where he was, chant scriptures and meditate, and wait for him to wake up by himself.

After an unknown period of time, Zheng Yulang's consciousness was still in chaos, but he could faintly hear the sound of waves and smell the fragrance of lotus flowers.

Haven't been this relaxed in a long time.

He subconsciously wanted to stretch his waist, but suddenly found that his whole body was in severe pain, as if he had been raped ten thousand times, and he couldn't even lift his hands and feet.

"Well--"

This is how the same thing?

After a moment of trance, he remembered that he had been struck by lightning.

Shouldn't that be a warning?

Zheng Yulang finally opened his eyes, but saw pitch blackness in front of him.

it's dark?

What about the stars?Where is the moon?

When all his consciousness recovered, he suddenly felt a tingling pain on his face, and also realized that he was covered with a cloth.

"Well--"

His fingers moved, grabbed the corner of the cloth, and pulled it off forcefully.

"Ah! The corpse is scammed!" A sudden scream almost deafened his ears.

Zheng Yulang only felt that countless fires flashed into spots before his eyes, and when his vision recovered, he saw the backs of the residents of the town running away.

Shoes, embroidered handkerchiefs and sachets were strewn all over the ground.

"What's the matter? Why are you running?" He asked hoarsely.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no answer.

He moved his eyes, only to see a warm golden back under the moonlight.

The silver moonlight slid down from her brocade cassock, wrapped around him like water, and snuggled up to him like a snake.

Zheng Yulang's Adam's apple twitched, and he felt his voice became hoarse and hotter.

"Amitabha, resident..." Chen Tangtang suddenly remembered his manic reaction when she called him "Lady Zheng".

That's right, the three Zheng Yulang were not the same person in the first place, so it would be very embarrassing for the poor monk to recognize him as the same person.

Chen Tangtang followed his will and changed his address: "Sanlang is awake?"

Zheng Sanlang trembled suddenly: "What did you call me?"

Is this stupid?

Chen Tangtang called again: "Sanlang."

Zheng Sanlang's throat seemed to be stuck by something sweet, soft and waxy, and he could no longer speak any words.

Obviously they are all different, but all the gods in the world think they are one, Zheng Yulang gave himself a name of Zheng Yulang, and they all have to be called by this name.

Why!Why?

Is it because you are a flawed part?

Zheng Sanlang stared at Chen Tangtang in a daze, and said word by word: "You recruited me, okay, I will be called Sanlang from now on, if you forget this name, I will definitely eat it..."

"Boom—" The thunder exploded.

Zheng Sanlang pushed his head into the white cloth and shouted: "Oh, don't dare, don't dare, I don't dare to bully her anymore, please forgive me, Buddha please forgive me!"

He was shivering under the white cloth, like a homeless stray dog.

"Um-"

After a long time, Zheng Sanlang poked his head out cautiously, but still covered his head with a white cloth.

He asked her timidly, "Are you leaving?"

Chen Tangtang didn't understand, so he asked, "Who?"

Zheng Sanlang puffed his cheeks in anger, but let out a "hiss".

"My face..." Zheng Sanlang reached out to touch his cheek, but felt his fingertips were wet.

"Don't..." Before Chen Tangtang finished speaking, he had already seen the blood on his fingertips.

"Ah, my face, my face!"

Zheng Sanlang was terrified and at a loss.

Chen Tangtang: "Don't you have supernatural powers?"

"Oh, that's right." Zheng Sanlang remembered after her reminder.

He flicked his wrist, but there was no response.

Chen Tangtang watched him put on a white cloth and froze like a statue.

"Are you OK?"

Zheng Sanlang trembled, as if he was "rusting" down the white ash.

"What should I do? My magic power, my supernatural power..." Tears welled up in his peach blossom eyes, and he cried, "It's gone, it's all gone..."

The author has something to say: Crying Zheng Sanlang: I am provoking someone, and I was disfigured and lost my mana when I first appeared on the stage...

Chen Tangtang: Didn't you do it yourself?

Zheng Sanlang: Hey, hey...