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

Sun Xingzhe was stared at by everyone, so he had no choice but to go back and bring the white cat back.

The white cat was convinced after this, and no longer resisted.

Chen Tangtang opened his arms: "Give it to me."

Sun Xingzhe shook the limp cat in his hand and frowned.

Ouch, here's an opportunity.

The white cat's eyes lit up, and it immediately let out a soft "meow", and flicked its tail cutely.

"Forget it, this cat is dishonest." Sun Xingzhe moved his hand away.

Chen Tangtang said: "Disciple, you have to be ready to fight at any time, how inconvenient is it to carry a cat in your hand?"

Sun Xingzhe turned his face away, and flicked his palm lightly, the cat turned somersault in the sky and threw it into Chen Tangtang's arms.

He said in a muffled voice, "I knew I couldn't refuse Master."

Chen Tangtang embraced the white cat with one hand, picked up the white cat's right paw with the other hand, waved at Sun Xingzhe, and imitated the soft voice of the white cat: "Thank you, Great Sage Meow."

Sun Xingzhe covered his forehead with one hand, and walked forward quickly, the tips of his ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

The white cat that was played around at will puts on a face that is loveless from birth.

Silang sneaked over, holding the gold chip to the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and said softly: "You monk is really guilty of serious crimes."

Chen Tangtang concentrated on petting the cat and ignored him.

"Hello! Hello! I'm talking to you."

"Master? Holy monk? Good monk? Good boy?"

Chen Tangtang was so agitated by his increasingly shameless tone that his skin was about to jump out.

She slowly touched the cat's head to its tail with her hand. The white cat narrowed its eyes comfortably and even made a "purr purr".

"Just talk to me? How did I offend you? Hey, you are a holy monk, you must refrain from anger..."

Chen Tangtang stopped touching the cat.

"Meow--" the white cat squealed dissatisfiedly, its fluffy tail even rubbed against her wrist.

Don't stop, keep touching meow...

Seeing that Chen Tangtang still ignored him, Shiro rubbed his temples with the gold chip, and said in a small voice: "If I really offended you, then I apologize."

Chen Tangtang raised his head, Qing Lingling's eyes finally reflected his reflection.

He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and frowned a little self-loathing.

"You monk...too stingy."

Chen Tangtang tilted his head, his eyes were confused and his face was full of puzzlement.

"The benefactor...what do you mean?"

"You won't deny that you're avoiding me, right? Monks don't tell lies!"

Chen Tangtang said lightly: "The poor monk obviously did what the benefactor wanted."

Shiro's eyes widened.

Hu, nonsense!

"You monk is full of lies, when did I ask you to do this?"

Ao Lie was also very curious, so he stretched out his hand and pulled the moonlight-like silver thread behind his ear, and listened secretly with his ears closed.

Chen Tangtang showed compassion and consideration: "Benefactor, when you first saw the poor monk, you showed a conflicted expression..."

Shiro straightened his neck, stared at his eyes, lied and said without blinking: "I didn't."

"...It seems that I am still very afraid of the poor monk, so the poor monk wondered whether the words and deeds of the poor monk have aroused the fear of the benefactor, so the poor monk carefully tried not to contact you, the benefactor."

Shiro opened his mouth: "I...I am..."

what is that?But he couldn't speak.

It was precisely because he had seen the fate of the people in front of him that he was full of fear for this seemingly harmless monk.

But is she really a monk?

Shiro stretched out his fingers to gently touch the invisible Qi in the air, and he felt the mana remaining on her body that belonged to him.

Shiro shook his head, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not afraid of you. You're not as tall as I am, not as strong as I am, and not as powerful as I am. What am I afraid of?"

Chen Tangtang said in a calm tone: "The poor monk doesn't know, the benefactor looks like the poor monk can eat you."

Shiro: "..."

Shiro: "Master, you are really good at dirty tricks."

Chen Tangtang's face was clean and his eyes were full of innocence, like the spring snow on a high mountain: "The poor monk doesn't understand."

Shiro shrugged, his eyes fell on one spot, and suddenly said: "Actually, there is one more thing, I am better than the master."

Chen Tangtang always felt that he couldn't say anything good.

Silang raised his eyes, his brows were picturesque, and he said with a smile: "My breasts are even bigger than Master's!"

Chen Tangtang: "..." Get lost!

Shi Lang was laughing, but Ao Lie suddenly kicked him between his legs.

From the bottom up, a sharp pain almost tore him apart.

"Well—" Shiro knelt down on the mountain road with his arms in his arms.

Ao Lie rubbed his hind hooves carefully on the fallen leaves, then let go of his hooves and continued walking.

Holding the white cat in his arms, Chen Tangtang stretched out his soft fingers to the white cat's chin, scratched it lightly, and rubbed it again.

She looked innocently at Shiro who was rolling on the ground in pain, and said softly, "Amitabha, you are so kind."

But to Shiro's ears, she seemed to be saying "broken, broken".

This, this is not fair!Why does he have to suffer from such pain!

Shiro burst into tears.

It hurts too much!

Chen Tangtang turned his head to Ao Lie and said, "Disciple, you act like this..."

"I was wrong." Ao Lie said obediently.

Chen Tangtang was helpless: "If there is a next time..."

Ao Lie stretched out his right hand and placed it next to his ear to make an oath, but he said with a smile on his face: "I will do this again."

He opened his squinted eyes, and the silver light in them flowed like moonlight: "Even if I am punished, I will still do this, so I won't let Master be bullied."

He laughed, both sunny and hearty.

Chen Tangtang reached out and touched his head.

Ao Lie's pony tail danced happily.

Seeing this scene, the cat nestling in Chen Tangtang's arms pretended to shake his head deeply, and gave two "tsk tsk", however, the sound of disgust he thought turned into a soft "meow" when he said it.

Chen Tangtang smiled and scratched the tuft of hair on its chest: "Are you jealous?"

So, so comfortable!

The white cat could barely support the weight of its own body, and it melted on her body like sugar water.

Chen Tangtang teased it on purpose, exposed its white belly, and stroked it gently and meticulously.

The white cat squinted its eyes, as if its soul had been purified, and its barking became louder.

Ao Lie's goosebumps almost jumped up.

At this time, Chen Tangtang didn't know where Chen Tangtang touched it, but the white cat jumped up with a "meow", and its fluffy fur was about to explode.

It used all four legs and hid on the ass of the horse farthest from her.

The white cat stretched out its fluffy cat fist and rubbed its face, even its fur seemed to be pink.

Chen Tangtang looked curious.

Ao Lie suddenly twisted the horse's buttocks, and directly knocked the little white cat out.

The little white cat was thrown into the mud and rolled around. Finally, it moved its limbs and stood up. Its little head swayed from side to side, shaking the mud on its body.

At this time, Shiro, who was limping and walking with a splayed figure, caught up and stepped on the cat's tail without paying attention.

"Meow-"

Catpaw scratched his ankle hard.

"Ah—" Shiro screamed.

Chen Tangtang: "..."

She turned to look at Ao Lie.

Ao Lie was resting his hands behind his head, whistling, as if he had nothing to do with himself, but his four hooves beat faster, and he ran away with her.

The few of them traveled for a few days and came to Wusi Tibetan Kingdom. After several days of practice, Ao Lie has been able to perfectly transform into a horse, which is really a pity and congratulations.

Holding the silver-white horse's mane and holding the soft-fur cat in his arms, Chen Tangtang was extremely satisfied.

If you are like this, what can you ask for.

Several people were walking on the street, and a group of people came in front of them.

The leader was a valiant young man with a gold ring on his right ear, cotton cloth on his head, a blue shirt, tight trousers, and a pair of three-ear straw sandals, quite like a knight-errant.

The men with big arms and thick waists behind him seemed to be his family's servants, and they all respected him, watching his face and doing things.

Chen Tangtang thought not to conflict with these people, so he patted the horse's back and signaled his disciples to avoid it.

Both Sun Xingzhe and Ao Lie felt that if they were matched, they could just get on the ground, and it wasn't that they couldn't beat them... However, since it was Master's request, they had no choice but to do so.

A few people avoided the side of the street, and Shiro, who was at the back, followed. He looked at the group of people boredly, looking drowsy.

Who would have expected-

The boy suddenly shouted loudly: "It's him! Get it for me!"

ha?

what?

When everyone was in a daze, the team led by the boy surrounded them.

Sun Xingzhe immediately stopped in front of Chen Tangtang, with his hands on his ears, ready to take out his Ruyi Golden Cudgel at any time.

Ao Lie, who turned into a horse, lowered his head slightly, and pawed the ground twice with his hoof, ready to kick these people's lives.

The two tried their best to protect their master, Shiro couldn't squeeze in even if he wanted to, so he could only stand by with his hands aside, thinking wildly in his mind-this must be her romantic debt that she didn't know where it came from.

I saw that instead of touching Chen Tangtang's side, those strong domestic slaves rushed to Shiro's surroundings, held him down with their thick palms, and tied him up with hemp rope.

"Huh?" Shiro looked confused, "Did you find the wrong person?"

The young man separated from the crowd and walked over, holding a short stick in his hand, and the short stick directly poked Shiro's cheek.

Shiro laughed angrily: "You are really a newborn calf not afraid of tigers..."

Chen Tangtang originally thought that he was going to lose his temper, but he turned his face away, handed his face that was red from being pressed by the stick to the young man, and said arrogantly: "Do you know how precious my face is? Tell me, you How much money do you want to lose, if less, I will burn your house down."

The boy ignored his threat at all, pinched his waist with one hand, played with the short stick with the other, and sternly yelled: "Shut up, you little boy, you will have a better face, look at you! If you are capable, I can tell you that it is your luck that our Miss Gao family has taken a fancy to you!"

Shiro, who was about to break the rope, suddenly stopped: "What did you say?"

"Hey, you're still pretending to be stupid, why? You cheated my sister's heart, so you're going to run away?"

"Ah." Chen Tangtang was surprised.

Silang panicked, and immediately looked at Chen Tangtang, only to see that she was covering her mouth, her eyes seemed to say "I didn't expect you to be such a person".

"I'm not, I didn't..."

"Come on, shut his mouth for me."

A man with a big arm and a round waist lowered his head and asked, "Xiao Langjun, is this really a mistake? It doesn't look like a temper."

The boy folded his arms and snorted, "Just pretending to be crazy."

Shiro let out a "huh": "Little brother, I advise you to find out before you tie someone back, you know it's easier to ask God than to send God away."

The young man became angry from embarrassment: "Who are you calling little brother! Who is so young! Pooh, you old rascal!"

Shi Lang was dragged away by someone, he rolled his eyes, and said to Chen Tang Tang in a tearful voice: "Help me, lady—"

"Wait!" The boy squinted his eyes and glanced at the two people beside him.

Chen Tangtang put his hands together and said the Buddha's name to the young man.

The young man was taken aback, and immediately pinned the short stick to his waist, saluted Chen Tangtang respectfully, and said, "I don't know if the elder is..."

Chen Tangtang said indifferently: "The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east. He wanted to go to the west to seek the scriptures. He passed through this place."

The young man nodded: "So that's the case."

"Master, I..." He hesitated to speak, and scratched his head, "Forget it, Master still has something to do..."

He turned his head and looked at Sun Xingzhe, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed. Compared with the cuteness in front of Chen Tangtang just now, he was a completely different person.

"Hey! You..." He looked Sun Xingzhe up and down, "Is that the lady he was talking about?"

Sun Xingzhe: "..."

Blind your dog eyes!

Shiro: "..."

Hello!Hello!Are you looking for something, kid?

Chen Tangtang: "...Pfft!"

Sun Xingzhe's eyes widened, and his hands were already touching his ears.

See if you want to eat a stick from my old grandson.

At this time, Chen Tangtang suddenly reached out and patted Sun Xingzhe on the shoulder.

Only then did Sun Xingzhe restrain his temper, put down his hands with a cold face, and said two words forcefully: "No."

The young man rubbed his chin, looked at Sun Xingzhe, then at Shiro, and waved his hand for the last time: "Forget it, take them all back, and see what Dad says."

The servant responded.

Sun Xingzhe frowned impatiently.

"Amitabha, all benefactors, can the poor monk walk together?"

The boy let out an "ah" and immediately said respectfully: "Of course it's very desirable for an elder to be a guest at home."

Sun Xingzhe glanced helplessly at his master.

Chen Tangtang warned in a low voice: "Don't make trouble."

Sun Xingzhe raised the corner of his mouth.

No, Master, it's obviously you who want to make trouble.

Chen Tangtang shook the white cat, which was limp into a ball with a smile, and patted Ao Lie, who was a useless horse with a smile: "Let's go, let's go."

"Elder, this way please." The young man asked Shiro to support him and looked at Sun Xingzhe, while he eagerly moved to Chen Tangtang's side.

Chen Tangtang slightly nodded at him.

The boy scratched his cheek and asked in a low voice: "Dare to ask the elder, are there really monsters in this world?"

Chen Tangtang whispered: "What happened to the benefactor?"

The boy glanced at Shiro, and said in a low voice, "It's not that something happened to me, but my brother... my sister!"

Chen Tangtang looked calm, compassionate and gentle.

The young man looked at her, and his heart seemed to be calm for a while, then he said: "Then look at the elder, just look at the person in front, is it a monster?"

Chen Tangtang's eyes fell on Shiro's back, his expression was slightly gloomy.

This person came for no reason, and always refused to leave. I don't know why?Is there any treasure on the poor monk that is worth coveting?

As for whether he is a monster...

Chen Tangtang looked at the big apprentice with piercing eyes.