[Journey to the West] So I am Monk Tang

When I woke up, I thought that I would become a prisoner or directly become an unprocessed food in the kitchen, but when I opened my eyes, I realized that things were completely different from what I imagined.

Not only was I not in a mess, but I became a guest of honor.

As soon as I woke up, a little boy came to say hello, and before I could stop him, another boy ran out.Not long after, an old man came in, "I have seen the holy monk."

"Are you the monster who captured me before?" Looking at the old man dressed as a scribe, I always felt that he was very different from the monsters I met before.

"Holy Monk, don't be afraid, I'm not the same as those evil monsters who want to kill the Holy Monk. I just heard that the Holy Monk came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. Poetry, let me comprehend the style of the Tang Dynasty." The old man looked at me with a holy light in his eyes.

There was a kind and polite smile on my face, and the alpaca in my heart could hardly be suppressed.

I'd rather it was a man-eating monster that caught me, and it wouldn't be a problem if it wanted to eat me, because discussing poetry obviously tortured me more than that.I didn’t have much influence in the Tang Dynasty, and I put most of my energy on Sanskrit and scriptures. As for poetry, well, I still remember the moonlight in front of the bed, written by Li Bai, right?

God knows where Li Bai is at this time, whether he is waiting for reincarnation in the underworld, I remember that he was from the period of Tang Xuanzong, and Tang Xuanzong, he seems to be the successor after Wu Zetian...

I missed my brother for 1 minute, this kind of literature and youth is obviously what he is good at, and I am the one who has to memorize and analyze poems by rote for the Chinese exam.

I never expected that after I got out of the hell-level pit of the Chinese exam, decades after reincarnation, I would have to face it again.

"I don't know what to call the old man?" I dragged the topic to delay the time, thinking about the countermeasures in my mind.

"I am the Eighteenth Lord of Jinjie, and I am a thousand years old. The holy monk can call me Eighteenth Lord." The Eighteenth Lord of Jinjie is very hospitable. After a while, the melons, fruits and refreshments are all ready. Friends have not arrived yet, please wait a moment for the holy monk."

Of course I don't mind, I wish they would be a little later, it's better to delay Brother Monkey and the others.

But I underestimated how eager they were to see me. I only had a few pieces of tea when three people hurried over. They were all elderly and eager to see me.

One of the three was named Gu Zhigong, the other was Ling Kongzi, and the third was Fuyunsou.After the guests and hosts were seated, they took out the poems and essays they had written. First, they exchanged a wave of praise, and then asked me to comment.

I:"……"

I'm ashamed to tell them that although I understand those poems, I don't have more thoughts.At least for the Chinese exam, the test papers will be handed out to give me some time to think. Now they are looking at me with all four pairs of eyes, what can I do?

This is the kind of thing that is more troublesome than those evil monsters. If you want to fight, you have no reason to fight; if you don't fight, they can kill people.

Fortunately, I was tightly bound with the burden of a great monk and a great virtue. At this time, I kept my face, and no one would doubt that I am a person who has no literary talent and is only a little better than an illiterate existence.At this time, it is necessary to deceive Dafa to appear.

"The four old men have practiced for thousands of years, and they have gained a lot of insights. The poor monks dare not make a fool of themselves, but only talk about some meager insights. Please don't laugh at them." I looked at the four old men very calmly and began to talk to them about the way of practice. .As a person who has seen the big world, looking at their expressions, I know that I have successfully changed the subject.

If only my Chinese teacher was so easy to fool me back then.

I don't ask them to realize their epiphanies. In fact, it is rare to see people like Lao Yuan who cultivated to a human body after an epiphany. I am so confused that I don't know how to enlighten him. I just hope that everyone can maintain this harmonious and friendly atmosphere. .Along the way, encountering a monster is a catastrophe. Although I haven't remembered how this difficulty came about, I have an intuition in my heart that this atmosphere will not last long.

The four old men didn't know what they had realized, and saluted me in unison.

Then I started writing poetry again.

I:"……"

What kind of monster is this? Can you have some normal monster hobbies? Can writing poetry make you immortal?Let's talk about Tang Monk's meat eighteen, is it good to eat?

No, this topic is also a bit dangerous, let's change it.

So I asked to see some disciples, "They lost me suddenly, and I don't know how worried and troubled I am at this moment. Since I have nothing to do, I still need to talk to them."

I thought they would find excuses to procrastinate, but unexpectedly, Jinjie Shibagong readily agreed, "Don't worry, holy monk, sit a little longer, and I will take the boy to deliver a letter to the master."

"Who to send the letter to? What letter to send?" A delicate female voice came from outside the house.

I followed the sound and saw that two girls in Tsing Yi were leading the way with lamps in front, and a woman followed behind, holding an apricot blossom, looking into the room with a smile.

"It's the Xingxian who came." The Eighteenth Duke of Jinjie got up.

"Come here uninvited, please don't take offense." Xingxian said with a smile, "It's just that I heard that several Weng Weng are here to entertain guests and talk about poetry and law. I really can't bear to miss it. I also have a few small poems here, please Holy Monk Comments."

I:"……"

The third time!

Ask me to comment on poems three times a night. If your poems have spirit, you will cry!

Xingxian had finished reading a poem at this time, and looked at me expectantly.

The four old men also looked at me.

I tried my best to think about the answer template that my Chinese teacher had said, "This poem is delicate and elegant, and it is different from popular customs... It can be classified as a work of the graceful school."

"What's the explanation for the graceful school?" Xingxian looked at me curiously.

My heart skipped a beat, I seem to have misremembered again, it was a description of Song Ci.But what I said, I have to round up the words even when I cry.

As a contestant, I performed very well under high pressure. Although it was a little crooked, the admiration in the eyes of the people present could not be faked.I breathed a sigh of relief and felt that I had lost ten years of my life.

What made me feel even more life-threatening happened.

I thought that the four old men who were highly respected and uncommon, were so shameless that they wanted to match Xingxian and me.

"The road to the west is far away, it is better to stay here and talk about poetry and Taoism every day, with boundless freedom, why bother to be thousands of miles away in the west." Jinjie Shibagong said to me.

Talk about poetry?Also every day?

Thanks, I'd rather the dog take it.

However, Xingxian looked at me with eyes full of love and admiration, which is really sad.

Not long ago, I complained to Erlang God that the female fairy was too simple, and fell into the pit when I saw a scholar who seemed to be talented. Unexpectedly, the retribution was not good, and the reincarnation of heaven, I, a monk who pretended to be very talented but actually didn’t Be taken a fancy to!

First the scorpion essence, then the apricot fairy, did someone set up a peach blossom formation for me to attract peach blossoms?

Xingxian was still looking at me, originally we were seated next to each other, but this time, she got closer, and the fragrance of her body lingered in my nose, making me tremble.

Can't be so passive, I thought.Then, I smiled at Xingxian, "Is this what you want? Trapped in a corner, you can only see the world in front of you, and entertain yourself. Although there will be fresh works for a while, it will also trap you..."

In the next time, I will focus on giving them Amway Datang.It’s not my bragging, the poets of the Tang Dynasty are like leeks, they are harvested and grown again. Even if a lot of poems and essays are lost in later generations, there are still many that make people recite.

"The lifespan of an ordinary person is only a hundred years, and those poems and essays will be buried." I looked at Xingxian, "I don't know how long the female benefactor can live, but I know that the female fairy who has attained the Tao will live for a long time. Why not go to the Tang Dynasty, not only to enjoy Exchange, but also collect those poems and proses, and leave them to future generations."

How did Bethune teach us to be a pure monster, a useful monster, a monster who has broken away from low-level interests.

So, go and contribute to cultural inheritance, and it’s not in vain that you have a long life. Don’t always think about marrying someone, and choose a monk to marry, which makes me, a monk, very embarrassed.

Brother Hou was still angry when he found him, but he was a little confused when he saw how we got along.

"Master?" Monkey Brother looked at me.

"Nothing." I shook my head and said goodbye to Si Weng and Xingxian.

When we walked through the Thorn Ridge, looking back, the thorns on the Ridge felt a lot less.

"Strange, these plant spirits don't like to move the most, why are they moving now?" Brother Monkey looked at me, "Master, what did you say to them?"

"Just chatting about poetry." I replied.

"It's just poetry?" Brother Hou looked disbelieving.

Alas, being understood so well by Monkey Brother, why do I feel so good.

"There is still a long way to go." I looked towards the east with a deep expression on my face.

Poetry and distance, which literary youth can refuse?I'm not Wenqing who has heard this sentence before, so one can imagine how widely it has been spread, and it is still effective to fool Xingxian, even the Siweng is tempted.

I have also made a contribution to the inheritance of Tang poetry and prose.

I am proud, I am proud.

Although it will be passed on later, it is not my turn to recite the whole poem anyway, so don't be polite.

Hey.