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

Chen Tangtang glanced at his face, and immediately looked away: "It's okay, it's okay, the poor monk has no magic power, and he has been living well for many years."

Well, golden light is not magic power.

Zheng Sanlang was covered with a white cloth, crouched on the ground hugging his knees, crying and saying: "What do you know... I want to have no face, no spells, I am worse than them, and now I am even more shameless people!"

"them?"

Zheng Sanlang was startled, and immediately covered his mouth.

His eyes were red and wet, like a puppy who had been kicked in the rain, looking at her pitifully.

Chen Tangtang stretched out his hand and patted his head: "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine."

Her palms were soft and warm, and when they patted his head, a warm current rushed in, making his body less painful.

Zheng Sanlang unconsciously rubbed her palm.

Chen Tangtang nodded secretly.

She likes animals that let her touch their heads the most.

That's right, in her heart now, anyone with the name Zheng Yulang has been downgraded to an animal by her.

Zheng Sanlang felt a little better after being stroked by her for a while.

He pulled the white cloth on his body and muttered, "Why am I covered with this?"

this……

Chen Tangtang withdrew his hand in embarrassment.

Zheng Sanlang turned his head to look around, and saw a circle of incense candles and tributes around him, as if he was going to someone's grave.

Oh, whose grave will stand in the middle of the road.

No, wait!

Zheng Sanlang looked at the white cloth in his hand, then at the half-burned paper money, and then at the place he just walked through.

"Hey! Can you explain to me clearly what's going on? I, why did I..."

"Amitabha Buddha, life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in the sky."

"Bah! I'm rich." Zheng Sanlang retorted subconsciously, and it took a while to realize the point of this sentence: "No, I'm not dead yet."

"Ah," Chen Tangtang said with a frank face and innocent eyes, "Maybe everyone misunderstood."

"You monk..." Zheng Sanlang narrowed his eyes, "Could it be on purpose?"

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together: "Amitabha."

Zheng Sanlang was so angry, he just wanted to yell at the gods and Buddhas all over the sky: "You can open your eyes and see clearly, you have all been deceived! What kind of small sugar buns are he, they are simply stuffed with sesame seeds! The kind who asks you what's wrong with a black hand and an innocent face!"

However, no one would believe him.

Zheng Sanlang sniffed aggrievedly.

Just now he struck himself with a thunder because of her, he was so wronged.

It's disgusting, who wants to escort her? He ran to the east end just to avoid her, but he still didn't dodge.

"Eh? No, wait!"

Zheng Sanlang grabbed Chen Tangtang's sleeve suddenly: "Didn't you go to the West to learn scriptures?"

"Yes."

Zheng Sanlang looked around - the silvery sea surface under the moonlight, the monk who was three points more beautiful than the moonlight.

He was surprised: "Then why are you here? Did the Buddha move?"

"Amitabha, this matter cannot be explained in one word." Chen Tangtang said calmly.

"What's so hard to explain?" Zheng Sanlang turned his eyeballs back and forth, and asked tentatively, "You must be lost, right?"

Chen Tangtang: "..."

"Oh Huo!" Zheng Sanlang wanted to laugh but felt helpless, "Is this what Master calls indescribable? Can it be summed up in two words?"

Amitabha, the benefactor, the poor monk wants to break up with you.

Zheng Sanlang touched his injured face, and muttered: "You are so cruel, you are willing to throw it to the ground so beautiful."

"Hey." He rested his elbow on Chen Tangtang's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's discuss something."

Chen Tangtang blinked his eyes.

Zheng Sanlang pointed at himself with his thumb: "I know the way, I have no magic power."

He stretched out his hand to touch Chen Tangtang's face again.

There was a "boom" in the sky.

Zheng Sanlang's hands froze.

Well, well, there is someone on the head who is amazing, so don't touch it if you don't touch it.

Zheng Sanlang resentfully withdrew his hand.

"Ahem, you don't know the way, but your luck is very good."

Luck?

Chen Tangtang subconsciously glanced at the sky, only to see a piece of cloud floating slowly to cover most of the moon, the moon seemed shy.

"Amitabha."

Zheng Sanlang smiled and said: "The two of us help each other. When I recover, I will hand you over to my disciples, and we will break up."

"disciple?"

Layman Zheng was talking again that the poor monk couldn't understand.

Zheng Sanlang told himself that the things he always said were leaking, he waved his hand carelessly: "Oh, don't worry, don't worry, you got those three hoops right? That's for your apprentice of."

hoop?

Chen Tangtang covered his arms, and for some reason, the argument of "making men inseparable" sounded again, and his hairs stood on end.

"It's enough for a poor monk to have Saburo."

Who knows who those people are!

Zheng Sanlang was taken aback, scratched his nose in embarrassment, and said softly: "So you like me so much..."

He was so ashamed that he couldn't help but turned his back and started laughing "hehehe".

Chen Tangtang: "..."

I'm afraid the layman has gone crazy again.

After the two negotiated, they decided to move forward.

"your face……"

"It's okay, I'll be fine anyway."

Anyway, it's not his own face.

Zheng Sanlang peeked at the western sky.

When the two left the town, they went straight into the woods, wandered around, and didn't come out for several days.

One morning, Chen Tangtang drank the dew from the leaves and said, "Don't you know the way?"

"I..." Zheng Sanlang scratched his head anxiously, and suddenly pointed to the sky, "I remember the way in the sky."

Chen Tangtang stared at him.

Zheng Sanlang was shocked, as if he had thought of some good idea.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zheng Sanlang ripped off his clothes on purpose, winked at her charmingly, and shouted, "What are you going to do to me, ah—"

He screamed coquettishly and wildly.

Chen Tangtang shook his hand and sprinkled all the water on the cassock that was shining brightly.

"..."

Layman, do you want to show some face?

Zheng Sanlang gave her a wink, and screamed more wildly, as if something had happened to him.

However, within a short while, there was the sound of wheels rolling over the ground in the woods.

When Chen Tangtang turned his head, he saw a carriage suddenly driving out from among the trees. The two drivers were wearing gray clothes with veiled hats on their heads.

Zheng Sanlang jumped over at once, and said with a smile: "Good brother, give us a ride."

The two pointed to the carriage.

Zheng Sanlang immediately jumped up happily, and waved at her: "Come quickly."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Is it really useful to co-author this trick?

Not to mention where the carriage came from, there are trees here, how does this carriage drive?

Chen Tangtang moved up slowly.

Zheng Sanlang dragged her into the carriage, and then he collapsed on the soft pillow: "This time I'm thanks to you."

"what?"

Zheng Sanlang blinked at her, and said with a smile: "However, without me, you would not be able to force them down, so the credit is mine, right?"

"……up to you."

When the carriage started to drive, it didn't crash into the trees as Chen Tangtang thought, instead it went very smoothly.

Chen Tangtang wanted to see the scenery outside, but found that there were no windows in the carriage.

Amazing!Strange too!

Zheng Sanlang yawned lazily, and loudly said deliberately: "Hey? What's wrong with you? Master, what are you doing holding your stomach?"

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Zheng Sanlang pinched his throat, and suddenly changed into Chen Tangtang's voice: "Ah, it hurts, my stomach hurts, aha—"

Chen Tangtang had goosebumps.

The poor monk is not so coquettish, okay!Don't slander the poor monk, hey!

Zheng Sanlang turned into a normal voice again: "What's going on?"

Zheng Sanlang's version of Chen Tangtang: "Maybe I haven't had enough to eat recently, I'm so hungry, my chest is sticking to my back, woohoo—"

Chen Tangtang heard Zheng Sanlang crying tenderly.

I'm afraid Zheng Sanlang is also a genius made of something?

Dramatic!

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Sanlang sat up quickly, and pushed Chen Tangtang down on his lap.

Before Chen Tangtang could get up, he smelled the aroma of food.

Zheng Sanlang smiled and said: "Good brother, you know we are hungry, and you still give us something to eat?"

The person in gray autumn clothes hesitated to speak.

Zheng Sanlang snatched the things and said with a smile on his face: "It's troublesome, and also, can you cure my face, my face scares the master, the master said that he always has nightmares."

The man waved his hand, and Zheng Sanlang felt a coolness on his face.

"And a mirror?"

"Where are you drinking?"

"Master still wants to eat fruit?"

There is no end.

Chen Tangtang sat up abruptly.

Zheng Sanlang smiled and rolled his eyes: "Okay, that's enough, please trouble brother."

Before leaving, the man glanced at Chen Tangtang, and left the carriage depressedly.

"Amitabha, Saburo is a little too aggressive."

Zheng Sanlang said nonchalantly: "Where is this? Don't worry, there is no lower limit to their tolerance for you. I haven't met even an inch of my request."

He brought a bowl of porridge to Chen Tangtang's lips: "Eat some, this is a good thing that can't be found anywhere else in the world."

Chen Tangtang: "What's good... um——"

Before he finished speaking, he stuffed a spoonful.

While feeding Chen Tangtang, Zheng Sanlang said, "What good stuff? Probably dragon liver and phoenix marrow..."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

The corners of Zheng Sanlang's lips turned up, and sweet peach blossoms bloomed in his eyes: "I'm lying to you."

"I think there are some fairy grass and rice in it, anyway, it's better to eat more."

There was water in the peach blossom pool in his eyes: "When you were in the town before, you didn't have a meal, and you had to eat and sleep in the open, how can you bear it."

The poor monk was really annoyed that he didn't have a good meal in the town.

As a result, Chen Tangtang liked Zheng Sanlang a lot.

The two ate and drank all the way, and when the car stopped, it was still a mountain forest.

"here is?"

Zheng Sanlang said slowly: "Anyway, the direction can't be wrong."

When Chen Tangtang turned his head, the carriage really disappeared.

Amitabha, since he has come, he will be safe.

The two of them wandered around in the forest as if they were blind, and not long after, they suddenly saw a procession of seeing off their relatives.

The team seeing off the bride was very strange. Instead of being happy, the people in the team looked pale and trembling.

Zheng Sanlang dragged Chen Tangtang to catch up with the sending-off team, grabbed an honest man dressed as a farmer and asked, "Brother, where are you going?"

"Oh, why don't you send your relatives to that General Yin?"

"General Yin?"

"You don't know, there is a tiger who has become a spirit in this mountain. He calls himself General Yin and asks us to choose the most beautiful girl for him to marry at this time of year. In previous years, we didn't take care of it well, and the girls all ran away. General Yin Then get angry, and make troubles like chickens and dogs."

"Why are you restless?"

The villager wept and wiped away his tears and said, "Damn it, there is no chicken in the village, and he ate them all!"

The author has something to say: After seeing General Yin, you should know that you are very close to the Great Sage~