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

With a gentle expression on her face, Bai Su asked softly, "Where are you going? May I accompany you?"

Chen Tangtang: "Aren't you seriously injured and can only recover in the temple?"

Bai Su: "..." Oops, he forgot the lie he told in order to stay by his side.

Bai Su lowered her head, holding the clothes in her arms with her index finger and thumb: "I...I feel much better."

Chen Tangtang shook his head: "The journey is long, so you should stop bumping."

Bai Su's ears were red, and a pair of eyes stared at her delicately: "Are you concerned about me?"

Chen Tangtang picked up the burden: "Okay, you rest, I'm leaving."

Damn, she didn't listen to him well.

Bai Su pitifully grabbed her monk's robe, moved her body, and directly blocked the door.

"Tang Tang, how can you go on the road alone? Who will fold your clothes? Who will wipe the floor for you? Who will wake you up in the morning..."

Chen Tangtang: "Don't worry, someone will go with me on the road."

Bai Su's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he was about to get angry: "Who? A man or a woman?"

Chen Tangtang carried a small burden on his back and said, "He's a layman."

Pooh!These days you can't even trust the integrity of a monk, so how can you trust a layman!

With red eyes, Bai Su said word by word: "I'm going!"

Chen Tangtang looked at his cannibalistic eyes, then at the monk's robe torn apart by his fingers, swallowed, and said softly: "If you want to go, go, but your body..."

Bai Su covered her flushed cheeks, gave her a wink, and said softly, "Your health is very good."

"Oh." Chen Tangtang responded dryly.

This snake spirit is really weird.

Well, all the winking eyes of the beautiful snake demon were thrown to the blind man.

Chen Tangtang rushed to the abbot's fasting room with a small burden on his back.

The abbot looked worried, and kept telling him.

Chen Tangtang nodded again and again, but he couldn't help thinking——

Will the abbot give money?How much will you give?Is it difficult to live in an expensive metropolis like Chang'an for a long time?

The abbot babbled for a while, wiped away the old tears from the corners of his eyes, and took out a clay bowl from behind his back.

"Xuanzang, this is what I want to give you."

Chen Tangtang opened his eyes wide.

When the abbot saw his beloved disciple's eyes wide open, with a bewildered expression on his face, he couldn't help but feel even more worried: "It's not easy to go out for a walk, you take this and travel all the way, all the way for alms."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

The abbot caressed the dark pottery bowl and said with emotion: "This is the bowl I used back then. I think the poor monk almost traveled all over the Tang Dynasty with a single bowl."

Chen Tangtang: "Monks don't tell lies."

"Ahem!" The abbot immediately changed his words, "Okay, I have traveled all over the Tang Dynasty."

"Abbot..."

"Okay, okay, it's half of Jiangzhou, right? Xuanzang, it's rare to be confused, and the Buddha won't blame me for a little exaggeration."

From half of Jiangzhou to the whole Datang?Is this a little exaggeration?

Amitabha, the poor monk really gained insight.

Chen Tangtang looked frank: "Abbot, as long as you are happy."

The old abbot blushed, and directly stuffed the half-old pottery bowl into Chen Tangtang's arms, urging him repeatedly: "Okay, it's getting late, you should go on the road early."

"square……"

"Don't talk so much on the road. Remember to practice closed-mouth meditation. Talking too much is wrong, and words are sinful."

Chen Tangtang tightly shut his mouth.

The abbot didn't wait for her answer for a long time, when he looked up, she was closing her mouth tightly, and the abbot couldn't help laughing angrily.

"You... don't tell you not to talk now."

Chen Tangtang nodded, but remained silent.

The abbot felt like he was over 50 years old all of a sudden, and it was really difficult to communicate with her.

The abbot waved his hand feebly.

Chen Tangtang carried a small burden on his back, held a pottery bowl in his hand, and withdrew without saying a word.

From the abbot's fasting room to the gate of the temple, the young monks he met along the way bowed and bowed their heads respectfully to greet her.

Chen Tangtang touched their bare heads one by one, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: I don't know if they will be able to touch so many heads that are easy to touch in the future.

"Uncle, go slowly."

"Is Master Uncle going out?"

"Uncle Master has worked hard all the way."

"Why doesn't master uncle talk?" A round-faced young monk asked ignorantly.

Narrator: A slightly taller young monk immediately said: "Shh - what do you know, our Master Xuanzang is dedicated to serving the Buddha, so he must keep his body and mind clean, wouldn't he be contaminated with the mundane world when talking to us?"

"How did I hear that Uncle Master is practicing closed-mouth meditation?" Another young monk squeezed over.

"Hey? Didn't you say that my uncle is born with the roots of Buddha, one pair of eyes can only see Buddha, and one pair of ears can only hear Buddhist scriptures?"

"Ah, it turned out to be like this."

The four young monks looked up at Master Xuanzang in their own monastery together, and sighed at the same time: "It's amazing..."

Chen Tangtang's head was muddled. Now not only the monsters are inexplicable, but even the little nephew in her temple has become weird. Fortunately, she doesn't care about everything, and forgets all this in a blink of an eye. back.

Outside the gate of the temple, two gentlemen in white, one righteous and one evil, stood like two flagpoles, motionless.

As soon as she stepped out of the temple gate, the eyes of both of them fell on her.

Chen Tangtang twisted the beads around his wrists a few times, put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Layman Zheng, we can start now."

Layman Zheng held his fan against his cheek, looked Chen Tangtang up and down, and said with a smile, "Then let's go on our way."

Bai Suzheng at the side looked at Chen Tangtang eagerly.

Jushi Zheng smiled, and pointed his fan in Bai Su's direction: "But this is..."

Chen Tangtang: "This is...that is..."

By the way, what's the name of this snake spirit?

Layman Zheng smiled even wider: "Master Xuanzang?"

Chen Tangtang looked at Bai Su, thinking he should introduce himself, since he really didn't know his name.

But Bai Su still stood straight on the spot, never opening his mouth, just staring fiercely at Zheng Jushi with a pair of eyes.

Layman Zheng laughed and said, "The mage doesn't know his name, and he doesn't want to speak up. It seems he's just passing by. Let's ignore him and get on the road early."

Bai Su's eyes widened, and the corners of his eyes were burned red by the flames of anger, but he still didn't move and didn't speak.

Chen Tangtang thought to himself: Unexpectedly, this snake spirit is quite home-loving, probably reluctant to stay in the monastery for so long.

Chen Tangtang nodded: "Amitabha, let's get on the road earlier."

Jushi Zheng pursed his lips and smiled, his fan shook slightly, his eyes were gentle and wise, compassionate and ruthless.

Chen Tangtang turned and walked in front, never looking back at Bai Su.

Bai Su's eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils, staring at her back greedily and aggrievedly.

How can there be such a cruel woman in the world, is it true that a woman is not a woman if she becomes a monk?

Bai Su's heart is broken, but he hates the person who broke up his marriage even more.

The fangs in Bai Su's mouth couldn't help but shoot at Zheng Yulang.

Zheng Yulang was not afraid at all, instead he squinted his eyes, gently waved his folding fan, and sent a cool breeze with the fragrance of willow nectar.

"It's not easy for you to cultivate, and I won't ruin your practice. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. You monster should turn around early."

Bai Su stared at him calmly and cruelly with a pair of golden vertical pupils, the venom hidden in his teeth could hardly be restrained.

Zheng Yulang shook his head with a smile, and said helplessly: "It's really stubborn, do you know who she is, how dare you covet her?"

Bai Su couldn't make any sound at all.

Zheng Yulang's fan touched his throat, and he made a hoarse "hissing" sound.

Bai Su was startled, his eyes turned even redder.

"Hiss hiss—" What did you do to me?

Zheng Yulang said: "I am doing it for your own good."

"Hiss—" No need!

"Are you really not going back?"

"Hiss—" Humph!

Zheng Yulang was helpless: "Then let you see clearly."

He flicked his fan on his fingertips and pointed at Chen Tangtang from afar, only to see that Chen Tangtang's body was suddenly glowing with golden light, and a thin thread of golden light was wrapped around his wrist, and the other end of the thread stretched all the way to the sky - the direction of the west sky .

Bai Su had never seen such a bizarre sight before, and couldn't help opening his eyes wide.

"Just stay calm here, don't mistake kindness for love, I'll show you a trick."

Zheng Yulang's folding fan patted his shoulder, and she slowly disappeared.

At this moment, Chen Tangtang turned his head.

Chen Tangtang tilted his head to see Zheng Yulang's movement of slapping the air with his folding fan: "Isn't the layman still on the road?"

Isn't this also a snake spirit disease?

Zheng Yulang immediately withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "This is it, this is it."

With his hands behind his hands, Zheng Yulang chased after him slowly. He only took two steps and he caught up with Chen Tangtang who had walked dozens of steps away.

Zheng Yulang thought she would ask about the snake's whereabouts, and even prepared a draft for it.

Who knew that Chen Tangtang seemed to have forgotten, without mentioning a single word.

Zheng Yulang stared at her tenderly: "I'm Zheng Yulang, the mage doesn't need to call me Layman Zheng, just call me Yulang."

Chen Tangtang turned his head and calmly said "Amitabha".

Just now she was thinking about whether there is such a rich and powerful Layman Zheng, so she doesn't need to ask for alms by herself, and she didn't pay attention to what he said. Fortunately, the abbot had already warned her to just say "Amitabha" at this time.

Zheng Yulang smiled softly, shook his folding fan, and called her softly, "Jin Chan."

Chen Tangtang looked puzzled.

Zheng Yulang was holding his fan, and the tip of the fan lightly touched her monk's robe, like nectar falling from a willow leaf, tapping on the lotus petals, and the whole white lotus trembled uncontrollably.

"Didn't you notice?" Zheng Yulang looked at her collarbone under her monk's robe, "There is a golden cicada mark on your collarbone."

The author has something to say: Chen Tangtang: The poor monk is a good monk who does not distract his heart or kidneys, is innocent, does his duty, is abstinent and upright.

Zheng Yulang: Do you pretend that I didn't see that the red lines on your body are all messed up?

Chen Tangtang: Amitabha Buddha

Zheng Yulang: You were distracted just now, right?

Chen Tangtang: Amitabha Buddha

Zheng Yulang: You can't listen to me well...

Chen Tangtang: ...

Zheng Yulang: Don't think that if you pretend to be silent, I don't know the fact that you are distracted!