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

Chen Tangtang looked at the blond hair spreading to his feet, and moved his steps lightly so that he would not step on it.

The afterglow of the sunset glowed on the blond hair, creating a halo. Looking at it, she couldn't help but want to touch it.

Just as Chen Tangtang bent down, he suddenly felt a trace of familiarity in the scene in front of him.

Oh, by the way, it was the golden light that suddenly flashed in the grass that brought her into this embarrassing situation.

Could this be some sort of trap?

Chen Tangtang took a closer look around and found that this golden long hair flowed out from a crack in the stone.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and knelt down on the grass.

It's a pity that such beautiful long hair is placed here so casually.

Amitabha, goodness is goodness, even the poor monk is doing good deeds.

Chen Tangtang used his hands as a comb, and slowly combed his long blond hair.

While combing, she approached the direction of the stone crevice.

Suddenly, the spear in his hand flicked.

Chen Tangtang suddenly stopped his hands.

She almost forgot that since she has hair, there must be someone there, but where is the person?

The long movement in her hand became more and more violent, and she leaned forward to look in the direction of the crack in the stone.

At this time, a gust of wind blowing from the end of Qingping, brushed over the vines on the mountain wall, the leaves of the vines were like water waves, swaying layer by layer, and behind the emerald green vines, faintly revealing golden light .

She looked more closely.

The wind suddenly blows away a section of vines, revealing a very outstanding face.

How good is it?

But seeing that face is like a demon or a Buddha, like a god or a demon——

The golden eyebrows were long and fell into the temples, and the golden eyelashes were like the fine velvet flowers of Albizia julibrissin. It was obviously a handsome face, but the brows were full of rebellion and rebellion.

His eyes were closed tightly, dirt gathered between his eyebrows, and small particles of dust were stained on his fine eyelashes.Even though his face was buried in dust, it was still shining like gold in the earth.

What is even more surprising is that his whole body was pressed under the mountain, only his head was exposed.

However, even if the person is immobile and covered with dust, there is still a pressing pressure all over the body.

This person must be extraordinary.

At this moment, a white butterfly flew over from the fragrant grass field in the distance, passed over the corner of her clothes, flapped its wings slowly, and landed on the tip of his nose.

The butterfly's wings were folded, motionless, as if staying on a flower.

The man's head, which was still moving slightly, stopped immediately.

He didn't open his eyes, he didn't open his mouth, he seemed to be holding his breath, he just kept his head up slightly, letting the butterfly stay, like a ferocious beast put away its sharp claws and fangs, and bowed its head , just to smell the fragrance of a flower gently.

Chen Tangtang couldn't help holding his breath, staring at the butterfly on the tip of his nose.

After a long time, the butterfly seemed to have rested enough, so it flapped its wings and left.

Chen Tangtang watched helplessly as the butterfly left the tip of his nose, but rushed towards her, landed lightly on her lips, and left as soon as he touched it.

Chen Tangtang blinked in confusion.

The eyelashes of the person who was crushed under the mountain fluttered slightly, and the dust fell down.

Seeing that he wanted to open his eyes, Chen Tangtang hurriedly said, "Wait."

The man ignored her, did not make a sound, and looked cold and arrogant.

Chen Tangtang was afraid that the dust on his face would fall into his eyes, seeing him keep persuading him, he hurriedly stepped forward, pinched the corner of his sleeve, and rubbed the dirt off his face lightly.

The man paused, dodging her hand.

Chen Tangtang said softly: "Don't move, I'll help you clean up the soil, don't let them fall into your eyes."

Seeing this familiar look of shaking his head, Chen Tangtang couldn't help but soften a little in his heart.

There are always some stray dogs gathered in front of the gate of Jinshan Temple. When she first started feeding them, they would not let them be touched, and would bark their teeth at her and try to bite her, but later they let her pet their heads obediently. Pushing hard into her arms, they fought fiercely for favor.

Chen Tangtang wiped off all the dust on his face, and said softly: "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

His eyelids moved, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of golden pupils.

The man under the mountain looked at her fixedly, his eyes shone golden-red in the afterglow of the setting sun, like molten gold, or like golden honey-colored syrup. The sight is gone.

The moment their eyes met, Chen Tangtang's eyes seemed to be scalded.

"You..." Chen Tangtang observed the mountain that held him down, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

There was a gleam of light in his golden eyes, and he turned his head away.

Chen Tangtang looked around, carefully held up the hem of his skirt and knelt down in front of him.

The bright red dress was spread out on the grass, and her fair calf disappeared under the skirt.

She stared at him and said softly, "If you need help..."

The man frowned and seemed a little dissatisfied, but he didn't speak for a long time.

Forget it, the poor monk will help people to the end and send the Buddha to the West.

Chen Tangtang tore off a section of vine, tied his combed hair with emerald green vine.The green branches and leaves are hidden in the golden hair, like emeralds in gold, jade leaves in golden branches.

She inserted her soft fingers into his hair, and her warm fingertips pressed against his scalp.

He shook his head violently, his golden eyes staring at her coldly.

Although he was so rebellious and indifferent, Chen Tangtang still saw his reddish ears.

"Stay away from me." His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and he even spoke a little unnaturally.

Chen Tangtang picked up the round fan that had been left behind, fanned it for him, and asked, "Don't worry, speak slowly, what can I do to help you?"

He looked at her in surprise.

The golden-red glow reflected on her jade-white face, as if she had applied a fine layer of rouge. She smiled at him, and the snow-like indifference on her face turned into a ball of radiance.

His gaze moved down and slowly fell on the wedding dress on her body.

get married?

He lowered his head abruptly, and his golden eyelashes drooped tremblingly.

Chen Tangtang saw that his mouth moved, as if he was talking to himself, but she couldn't hear him clearly.

He raised his head again, his gaze hovered below her chin and above her chest, and he muttered, "You are here to marry me..."

Before he could finish his words, a gust of wind blew up and lifted the red cloak on Chen Tangtang's head.

A beautiful bald head was exposed under the colorful cloak.

Great Sage: "..."

Chen Tangtang patted his head, only to realize that he had revealed himself.

Oops, that's too bad.

She smiled shyly at him, looking pure and innocent, with clear and pure eyes: "Sorry... did you say something just now?"

The bride suddenly became bald, this change is too big!

The golden red in his eyes is even more intense, like the real fire of the three flavors of the Taishang Laojun, it can almost turn people away.

Chen Tangtang quickly shook the round fan to fan himself.

He pursed his lips tightly and re-examined the person in front of him.

Apart from her bald head, she was born extremely beautiful - red lips, white teeth, a little cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, and two clear pools of water in her eyes.

But despite his piercing eyes, he still couldn't tell whether this person was a man or a woman.

It's so weird.

"Who are you?" His gaze was like a golden arrow.

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together, with a calm face: "Amitabha, the poor monk is a monk from the Tang Dynasty, and he is going to the West to learn scriptures."

"Monk?" The man's gaze was fixed on her wedding dress.

"This is all a misunderstanding," Chen Tangtang tugged his sleeves, and said solemnly: "The poor monk is a monk, not a married person."

There was no unnecessary expression on his face, and he couldn't tell whether he believed it or not.

Chen Tangtang tried his best to appear sincere and trustworthy.

He rolled his eyes and glanced at the red-hot sky, his eyebrows showed an unruly expression, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with someone in the sky.

He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly pulled his gaze back to her, with a complicated expression, and asked in a hoarse voice, "He's from the Tang Dynasty? Did he go to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures?"

"Amitabha is the poor monk."

His Adam's apple twitched, and his eyes became more complicated, even with a trace of indescribable regret.

Even though he knew that he was going to escort the person in front of him to the west, he still couldn't help but ask self-deception: "How many of you are going to learn scriptures?"

Chen Tangtang didn't understand, so he pointed to himself and said, "If it's a monk, then there are only poor monks."

He suddenly lowered his head and buried his face in the grass, as if he could turn a blind eye to her by doing so.

The wind rustled the leaves.

After a long time, his muffled voice came from the bushes: "Okay... that's it for now..."

"What?" Chen Tangtang was puzzled.

The red tips of his ears stood out against the blond hair.

After a long while, he said quietly: "Master, Master"

Chen Tangtang hesitantly let out an "ah?"

He raised his head again, but refused to look at her, and said in a cold and unruly voice, "I am the Great Sage Equaling Heaven who caused a disturbance in the Heavenly Palace 500 years ago. As long as I protect the Buddhist scriptures and go to the West to worship Buddha, I can escape and benefit.”

Chen Tangtang didn't answer for a long time.

He had no choice but to stare at her: "I would like to guarantee you to learn from the scriptures and be an apprentice with you."

When he said this, he couldn't help frowning, looking reluctant.

However, he waited for a long time, but he still didn't get a reply from this person.

He squinted his eyes, and his golden eyes became more dazzling: "Master doesn't recognize me?"

However, the person stared at by him tilted his head and looked at another place, as if he was silently distracted.

Well, there are mortals who dare to lose their minds in front of him!

But what is she looking at?

He followed her gaze, and saw a piece of log not far from the grass, with several small white, tender and watery mushrooms growing on it.

Great Sage: "..."

Is this the person I will always follow in the future?

A monk who likes to dress like a woman?

A monk who almost married himself?

A master who is more interested in a few mushrooms than himself?

"Master?" The more he shouted, the more strange he felt.

Forget it, let her get herself out first.

Chen Tangtang was awakened by his voice and looked at him.

"As long as you rescue me, I will be at your mercy." He couldn't help but glanced at the wedding dress she was wearing again, just about to tell her what to do.

"The poor monk knows."

Wait, what do you know?

Chen Tangtang looked at his hands, obeyed his will, wrapped his fists with golden light, and suddenly punched the mountain wall pressing on him.

The former Monkey King: "..."

Master!What are you hammering with your little fist? !

The author has something to say: #help!I just learned that my master is a master of women's clothing. How can I break it#

#I just recognized a master, but he is a bride who has never been married to me. How can I solve the embarrassment in the workplace in the future? #

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Chen Tangtang: I'm really a good monk. I help people to the end. I comb my hair, wipe my face, and move mountains. I'm so happy~

Monkey King: A bald head suddenly appeared in the crowd... I am afraid this master is not a fake

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There is of course a reason why the Great Sage appears in the form of a human being, please read on.