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

"When the chicken is finished," the villager sniffed, "General Na Yin started to eat dogs again! Pity my rhubarb, what a beautiful girl with yellow flowers, he spoiled her like this!"

The villagers were red-eyed and gritted their teeth.

Zheng Sanlang was a little confused, and asked aloud, "Is Dahuang your girl?"

The villagers gave him a strange look: "What are you talking about, a stranger, Rhubarb is my dog!"

Zheng Sanlang: "..."

Perhaps it was because Zheng Sanlang's speechless expression was too obvious, the villager's face darkened in an instant.

"Go away! You bastard who looks down on my rhubarb!"

The villagers quickened two steps and left Zheng Sanlang behind.

Zheng Sanlang rubbed his nose and followed resentfully: "You can't blame me, can you?"

Chen Tangtang stayed away from Zheng Sanlang and pretended not to know him well.

She caught up with the villager and said softly: "Amitabha, all living beings are equal, if possible, please ask the poor monk to save him."

The faces of the villagers looked much better: "Then I will trouble the master."

The villagers glanced at Zheng Sanlang: "Master, how can you go all the way with such a person?"

"Amitabha, all living beings are equal."

The villagers nodded in front of them: "So he is your rhubarb."

Zheng Sanlang: "..."

How on earth did you come to this conclusion?

Chen Tangtang: "..."

This villager, you are very promising, the poor monk is optimistic about you.

The villagers told Chen Tangtang what happened here again.

It turns out that this is Shuangcha Ridge, where all the spirits of tigers and wolves hang around here, and there are three most powerful spirits here, one is the bison spirit who claims to be a special man, the other is the black bear monster known as the bear tiger, and the remaining one is General Yin.

"Although General Yin has all kinds of bad things, he has protected our village from being harassed by other goblins..." the villagers rambled on, almost explaining clearly about the eighteen generations of their ancestors.

Soon, the married team stopped to rest.

Chen Tangtang and Zheng Sanlang were also sitting under a tree.

Zheng Sanlang suddenly lowered his head and rested his head on her lap where she was meditating.

He blinked at her and said with a smile, "I'm Rhubarb? I'm your dog?"

After his face was healed, he was as beautiful as a flower, and when he said these words, his expression was extraordinarily submissive.

Chen Tangtang whispered: "Don't mind, in the heart of that benefactor, rhubarb is equivalent to his relatives."

She reached out and stroked Zheng Sanlang's hair tenderly.

His scalp felt sour and numb, and this feeling went all the way to his tailbone.

"Hmm—" He snorted softly, his face flushed suddenly.

Zheng Sanlang peeked at her.

She looked calm, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Zheng Sanlang blinked his eyes, pressed his hands to the ground, and put his cheek against her leg in a nonchalant gesture, rubbing it lightly.

He said in a soft voice: "I have been so kind to you, and you have been kinder to me, I..."

Before we finished this side, there was a sudden chaos on the other side of the sending-off team, and there were noisy quarrels.

Zheng Sanlang jumped up all of a sudden and jumped over.

It turned out that just now the bride said that she was going to relieve herself, but she knocked out the guard, took off her bridal dress, and ran away secretly.

The person who saw off the relatives coaxed him to chase after him, but after searching for a long time, he didn't even see any footprints.

Those who came back were frowning.

"It's over, it's over! This is the end of our village. General Yin has already said that if the bride is not seen before the sun goes down, the whole village will be eaten."

The crowd wailed again.

"How about...how about we go back to the village and find another one?"

"It's a long way to go, it's absolutely impossible to send it before the sun goes down."

Everyone looked at each other.

"It's really not possible, let's find someone to pretend? Anyway, it's the same after eating." A person suggested in a low voice.

They looked around, but the villagers here were either crooked or thick, none of them could pretend to be girls.

They watched and then set their eyes on the two outsiders.

The vigilant Zheng Sanlang jumped in his heart and looked at them warily.

Chen Tangtang kept her head down, she saw something shiny in the grass, it seemed...

She took a step forward, bent down and picked up the shiny golden object.

"Hey! You!" Zheng Sanlang called out suddenly.

Chen Tangtang looked up suspiciously and saw all the villagers in that group kneeling in front of her.

"Uh... Amitabha, donors, this is..."

Those people wept and wiped away their tears: "Master, it really is a master, and you actually took the initiative to feed a tiger with your body. You are an eminent monk, and we will definitely erect a monument for you!"

and many more!

"The poor monk doesn't..."

"Master, I am sorry for your trouble, we will always remember you."

"We must devote ourselves to Buddha."

Chen Tangtang was suddenly covered in a colorful dress, and a red cloak was placed on his head.

"Use this cover, otherwise Master will be seen when you get off the sedan chair."

"That's right, that's right, General Yin saw it, well, the daughter-in-law I married is actually bald."

"What daughter-in-law! Be careful what you say!" Zheng Sanlang looked around them with a gloomy face.

Those villagers were taken aback, and immediately said: "Yes, yes, yes, it is a holy monk, a holy monk who saves suffering!"

Chen Tangtang pulled the red cloak helplessly.

"And this." A villager handed Chen Tangtang a fan.

Pretty well prepared.

"Don't be afraid, although I don't have much mana, I can still deal with a little tiger demon." Zheng Sanlang lowered his voice, "I will protect you, you should come down first, the gratitude and faith of these people It will be useful to you."

Intuition told Chen Tangtang that San Lang was right.

Chen Tangtang looked at the golden light on his body, and the golden light became stronger during their kneeling.

Well, poor General Yin, please don't try to eat the poor monk, otherwise... he would be considered lucky if he lost his teeth.

Chen Tangtang hid behind the tree, took off the curtain hat, took off the cassock, changed into a wedding dress, and put on a red cloak.

She slowly walked out from behind the tree, holding the handle of the fan with her slender wrist, the round fan like a full moon covered her face, the embroidered peonies on the round fan seemed to be printed on her cheeks, this is the real beauty of the country .

The poor monk hasn't worn any clothes other than the monk's robe for a long time, and he feels a little weird.

Chen Tangtang handed the precious cassock to Zheng Sanlang, and repeatedly told him to keep it safe.

However, he didn't pick it up, and stood there like a wooden stake.

"Sanlang?" She called him softly.

Zheng Sanlang's legs went limp and he almost fell, but he came back to his senses with a shudder.

Chen Tangtang pinched his fan and asked softly: "Can you fool that General Yin?"

Zheng Sanlang took her cassock without a word, and stuffed it into his sleeve. He didn't know what kind of magic weapon his sleeve was, but he actually stuffed it in.

"I think..." His voice became hoarse.

He rubbed his throat and said in a low voice, "He might really want...to eat you."

Chen Tangtang glanced at him: "This is normal."

There is no tiger that does not eat meat.

"No, no, you didn't understand what I meant." Zheng Sanlang scratched his blushing cheeks.

How to tell the holy ascetic master that the "eat" in his mouth is different from the "eat" in her understanding?

Before Zheng Sanlang could say anything, Chen Tangtang turned around and got into the sedan chair.

However, she has been sitting in the sedan chair for a long time, and no one in the village has left yet.

The villagers all stared blankly at her sedan chair.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Zheng Sanlang showed off his majesty and shouted: "The sun is about to set, and you will all be eaten by then, so don't blame us."

"Yes yes yes, let's go, let's go." Several people hurriedly lifted the sedan chair.

But walking on the road, some people couldn't help feeling: "Are all the monks so beautiful now?"

"That's right, I've been to the city once, and the number one beauty in the city is a dingy house sparrow compared to this holy monk."

"How can those people compare with the holy monk?"

"Oh, what a pity."

"That's right, General Yin is really cheap."

The sender hurried on their way, Chen Tangtang sat in the sedan chair, staring at a gold coin he had just picked up in his hand.

It was this thing that reflected the shining light that attracted her attention, making her accidentally become the tiger's bride without noticing it.

Forget it, let it happen, let it go.

Chen Tangtang stuffed the gold coins into his sleeves, and glanced at the exquisitely embroidered wedding gown, which was probably embroidered by the girl who ran away.

By the way, it seems a Taoist priest warned her about the clothes... um... can't remember.

"It's here, it's here."

Chen Tangtang raised his head.

The villagers outside the sedan chair whispered: "Sorry, holy monk, we send tribute here every time."

"Amitabha, it's all right."

Seeing that the holy monk was so merciful that he calmly fed the tiger with his body, several villagers couldn't help being deeply moved and burst into tears.

"We will definitely remember the holy monk in the future. I don't know the name of the holy monk?"

Chen Tangtang pursed his lips.

She really couldn't accept the name Tang Tang Tang, it was so sweet that her teeth ached.

"All benefactors, just call the poor monk Tang Seng."

"Okay, the great kindness of the holy monk, we will never forget it! I also hope that the holy monk can escape from danger."

Messy footsteps sounded, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Chen Tangtang moved his body.

"I'll just hide aside, don't be afraid." Zheng Sanlang whispered.

Chen Tangtang let out a "hmm".

Zheng Sanlang listened to her soft voice, and thought of her charming appearance when she was wearing a wedding dress, his bones could not help but feel a little lighter.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps, and immediately hid in a hurry.

Chen Tangtang also sat down again, covering his head with a drape and covering his face with a fan.

"Hey, it's really delivered, it's great, it's great." A majestic voice sounded.

"I just said it to scare these stupid people. These people really don't cry when they don't see the coffin." Another voice was a little muffled.

"Hey, let General Ben take a look first, take a look first."

"Wait a minute." The muffled voice stopped General Yin.

"Why is the special officer like this?"

"Could it be that the general forgot the bet with that person?" The special officer asked cautiously as if someone had heard him.

General Yin was silent.

There was a dead silence in the forest.

Chen Tangtang held the handle of the fan.

It seems that these monsters seem to be afraid of who?

"The general thinks..."

"Ah, ah, ah, the new, new bride is here." A clumsy voice slowed down half a beat.

General Yin: "..."

Specialist: "..."

Both of them talked about other topics, and the slow-moving Mr. Xiong Tiger unexpectedly responded to the first topic.

Before the two monsters could speak, a pleasant laughter suddenly came from the sedan chair, which made the monster's heart tingle.

General Yin and the special officer couldn't help being a little embarrassed at the same time.

What a shame!

The author has something to say: Tang Tang: Poor Monk is a serious Buddhist woman, everything depends on fate~

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Thank you little angel for the overlord ticket, throwing a Tang Tang in a wedding dress at you~

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