Tang Yifei's Repayment Trip [Quick Transmigration]

It's night, Daming Lake.

A monk in white clothes is like an orchid in an empty valley, without any sense of worldliness. He sits alone in a boat, stroking the Yaoqin, but what he plays is a tune that makes people's blood surge, and there is some resentment implied in that tune.

Although the melody is beautiful, this piece should not be played by a handsome monk.

In the sky with a bright moon and few stars, a dense dark cloud suddenly appeared, followed by lightning and thunder, and strong winds. Wuhua looked up at the sky.

The two young men who were fighting hard by the river also stopped.

Such a celestial phenomenon can only make people think of a sentence, "If there is something strange in the sky, evildoers must appear." '

In the sky, suddenly there was a thick bolt of lightning, illuminating the entire lake surface in detail. After that, the wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the thunder and lightning disappeared without a trace.The shocking force of nature just now seems to have never happened.

But, it didn't happen.

Daming Lake is still so quiet.

A monk in white came out of the lightning bolt and descended from the sky, towards a piece of feather, slowly falling downward.

He finally stopped on the flowerless boat, and the two monks who were also out of dust looked at each other.

The two people on the shore also started their lightness kung fu and rushed to this place.

"Are you flowerless?"

Wuhua: "Amitabha, Master recognizes the poor monk."

"you are wrong?"

Wuhua: "What's wrong?"

"A poor monk is not a master, but a poor monk is a junior monk."

Wuhua was silent for a moment, he was the monk who was the best at playing sharp, but at this moment, facing a sentence from a mysterious monk who was equally handsome and handsome, and who fell from the sky, he didn't know how to continue.

Fortunately Chu Liuxiang arrived at this time, he smiled and said, "Young monk?"

Little monk: "The poor monk is the little monk, Chu Liuxiang."

Chu Liuxiang: "My little monk recognizes me."

The little monk asked without answering, "Do you know Tang Yifei?"

Chu Liuxiang shook her head: "I've never heard that this little monk is looking for someone? But I don't know what kind of person she is? If I meet her, I will definitely tell her that there is a little monk who looks better than Pan An looking for her."

He was joking, but he didn't want the little monk to nod his head slightly, and said approvingly: "Benefactor Chu is indeed worthy of being recognized by Miss Tang, you never let me down."

Chu Liuxiang said suspiciously: "I really don't know a girl named Tang Yifei."

The little monk shook his head and sighed: "It's wrong again, it's wrong again. The poor little monk has traveled three worlds, and Chu Liuxiang doesn't know Miss Tang. But she clearly told me that Chu Liuxiang is her elder brother, and there is a smelly girl named Wuhua. The monk lied to her elder brother."

Chu Liuxiang: ...

Chu Liuxiang was also speechless.

Yidianhong said coldly: "Who are you and where are you from?"

The little monk is still so gentle, but his face is a little bit shy, the only difference is that his whole person is like a mimosa, which makes people who see it can't help but be moved.

"The little monk is the little monk. The little monk wants to find Tang Yifei. The little monk swore in his heart to follow her so that he can marry her. But she found out at a glance that I am a monk of flowers."

Flowerless: ...

Chu Liuxiang...

A little red: ...

The three of them stared blankly at this untainted, handsome and monstrously handsome monk, who smiled shyly, wondering if he would be able to overwhelm the country.But at least the three people present all recited Buddha in their hearts.

The little monk was still as slow as before: "Ms. Tang will not lie to me. I have searched three worlds, and the three Chu Liuxiangs all said they don't know Miss Tang. Where should I go to find her?"

The three of them couldn't stand this monk anymore, no matter how beautiful he was, he was not a normal monk.

Chu Liuxiang changed the subject and said, "Why is the little monk called the little monk?"

Little monk: "The master of the junior monk is the old monk, the master of the old monk is the senior monk, and the master of the senior monk is the holy monk."

Chu Liuxiang: "It's a good name, the patriarch of this little monk is really brilliant."

The little monk was a little happy, as if he had found a confidant, he smiled like a hundred flowers blooming: "Miss Tang praised me in the same way."

The faces of the three of them changed again, the kung fu practiced by this little monk, couldn't it be the kung fu of charm?Otherwise, why he just smiled and their hearts were beating wildly.

But then the little monk's face changed again, and the gentle and gentle little monk stared at Wuhua coldly: "It's you, the monk, who ruined the little monk's good deeds."

Wu Hua felt very innocent, he had never seen such a psycho.

Wuhua: "Amitabha."

Little monk: "Don't say 'Amitabha Buddha', it's useless to say 'your Buddha's mercy'. Today, little monk, I'm going to sacrifice you to my love that I haven't started yet."

Wuhua felt that the monk was really crazy, so he turned around and ran away without thinking.

Unfortunately, he was blocked by an invisible energy.And that air wall is slowly shrinking, and the area where no flowers can move is getting smaller and smaller.

Seeing this situation, Chu Liuxiang knew that he couldn't beat him, even if he and Yidianhong were added, there was no chance of winning, so he asked, "Little monk, why are you making things difficult for Wuhua?"

Little monk: "Benefactor Chu is a good man. Since you asked, I will tell you the truth."

"Back then, the little monk was still a young monk, and he met Miss Tang. Miss Tang was a peerless beauty, possessed great abilities that reach heaven and earth, she can travel through time and space, and she alone can overthrow high-ranking monks in the entire world.

But she didn't even look at me. When I struck up a conversation with her, she said, "You Buddha is merciful... I, Tang Yifei, don't like monks who are more beautiful than me." '

With her cultivation level, a free person who can travel freely in various worlds naturally doesn't care about appearance.

At that time, a Taoist friend asked her, why do you hate monks.Guess what Miss Tang said? "

Chu Liuxiang rubbed his nose: "I'm afraid I won't be able to guess, let the little monk explain it to us."

The little monk nodded slightly: "I guess you can't guess. Miss Tang said, 'My eldest brother has a good friend. He is beautiful and talented. Whether it is playing chess, playing the piano, poetry and painting, or cooking, he is the best in the world. Yijue, he was the most talented monk of that generation, known as the 'Seven Wonderful Monks'.

As a holy monk, he went to thousands of households to teach Buddhism, but he raped women, committed all kinds of evil, told big lies, set up a secret bureau, and killed many knights.What's more, they want to stir up huge waves, mess up the world in the Central Plains, and count my eldest brother into the game.It also killed one of my senior sisters.

No wonder, he was too beautiful, his posture was too noble, and he was too similar to the 'seven wonderful monks', so I couldn't have any good feelings for him. '"

The little monk looked up to the sky and sighed: "The love that I haven't started yet was ended by this dead donkey like this. After Miss Tang left, I worked hard for a hundred years before I was able to break through the space barrier and go to another world to find her. Walk through I have traveled to three worlds, but there is no trace of her. If I don’t kill this bald donkey today, how can I be worthy of my hundred years of penance.”

Chu Liuxiang: "What you said is true."

Little monk: "My little monk never cheats, Miss Tang likes honest monks."

Chu Liuxiang: "Wuhua, you..."

Wu Hua: "Xiang Shuai, don't believe what this crazy monk says."

Chu Liuxiang: "But after the case of throwing corpses at sea, I searched for the murderer in the sea, and I met you. Tonight, Japanese ninjas killed several people in a row. I chased them to the shore of Daming Lake, and a little red blocked my way. He had no intention of killing me. But your zither sound disturbed his mind and caused us to fight to the death. Either I die or he dies from exhaustion. And you are the only one on Daming Lake under the bright moon. How do you explain so many coincidences."

Wuhua still looks so noble and pure: "The poor monk has no shame in his heart. If you have something, you have it, and if you don't have it, you don't have it."

Little Monk: "You are wrong. What you see with your own eyes may not be true, and what you hear with your own ears may not be true. 'Yes' sometimes means nothing, and 'nothing' sometimes means existence."

The little monk was muttering words, and his hands kept moving: "You monk Hua still learns how to play a game from an eminent monk. You are no longer a child. Wuhua, your mother and brother are good."

Flowerless: ...

He had never seen such a monk who was so out of the world, he would say all kinds of vulgar language.

The little monk pulled out the silk handkerchief from his bosom, and held it up for the three of them to see.

Chu Liuxiang: "Is this the Miss Tang? She really is a beautiful lady."

Little Monk: "No, she is the flower monk Miss Tang mentioned, that is, no flower."

Chu Liuxiang shook his head and smiled wryly, this little monk is not stupid.

This is obviously a woman, but he smiled and laughed, but he couldn't laugh because the woman in the painting looked more and more similar to Wu Hua.

The same eyebrows, the same thin lips, the same Qiong nose, but this woman is softer, and Wuhua is tougher.

Wuhua's complexion is also not good-looking, and anyone who sees a painting of herself in women's clothing in the hands of a monk will not be very happy.

But his face was ugly, not because he saw his own women's clothing, but because the painting clearly showed his mother Shi Guanyin.

Could it be that this monk had a grudge against his mother, so he deliberately came to demolish him?

Xiaoseng: "Now I know, this is Wuhua's old mother, not Wuhua's female version. Miss Tang still lied to Xiaoseng, Xiaoseng is so sad."

The sad little monk ruined Wuhua's martial arts and smeared his face, making it black and ugly, before he threw it into Daming Lake and said: "Young monk is a monk who cannot kill. Forgive this bald man." A donkey kills a dog. The little monk will go."

He left, disappeared in place accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Wuhua managed to swim up from the bottom of Daming Lake, and saw Chu Liuxiang and Yidianhong staring at him with burning eyes.

Chu Liuxiang has confirmed that Wuhua is the murderer and the planner of all these conspiracies.

The case of floating corpses at sea is about to be solved.

The little monk traveled through time and space again and came to a square. As soon as he came here, his eyes lit up and he smiled shyly and joyfully.

Because he finally found Miss Tang, the sculpture on the square was Miss Tang, even the clothes she was wearing were exactly the same.

He came down from the sky, grabbed a passerby, and asked where the girl on the statue was.

The man looked at him like a fool: "This is the founding father of our Dasheng country. It has been more than a hundred years. Where do you think she is?"

Little Monk: "Then who passed her throne to?"

"Of course it is Chu Liuxiang, the second ruler of the country."

Little monk: "Chu Liuxiang, Chu Liuxiang, why did she pass the throne to Chu Liuxiang instead of her son?"

"You monk is crazy, Mrs. Sheng has never been married, where did you get your son?" He flicked his sleeves and left.

The little monk was very happy: "It's great, the little monk is not late."

He went straight to the palace.

Naturally, the guards at the palace gate did not let him in, he insisted that he wanted to see Mrs. Sheng|Zu Tang Yifei and that he was her old friend.

The guard is also well-informed, tell him to look for the old city lord's mansion, even if she is not there, you can still get the news.

In the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion, Tang Yifei was having a great time with Er Tong, Zhou Botong, Wang Lianhua, Luo Halin and Xiao Yu'er.

They were playing rope skipping, which only children like. At this time, Er Tong and the old naughty boy were shaking the rope, and Tang Yifei was skipping rope.

She danced and sang: "The rope is spinning round and round, my sister came in and jumped to see. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, you can play as much as you can. One, two, three, four, five, six seven, if you can't jump, you have to change." .The rope is swung round and round..."

Crowd: ...

No matter how many times you listen to this song, no matter the timbre, sound quality, or pitch, there will be no repetition, because Tang Yifei is never in tune.The songs she sings vary from time to time, sometimes in the style of folk songs, sometimes in the style of rock...

Everyone who hears it will give a thumbs up and say hello.

But among these people, the little monk who hurried over from the front hall was not included.

After listening to a Divine Comedy, the little monk pulled his face and didn't say a word for a long time.

Amid all the praise, he was like a silent stone.

It's over, the idol is disillusioned, what did the little monk once aspire to?

Oh, I remembered, the little monk once determined to practice painstakingly for a hundred years to break the void.

Well, the little monk's wish has come true!

Tang Yifei: "Hey, where did you come from, the beautiful little monk, raise your head and let my sister see if you look as beautiful as Wuhua?"

The little monk looked up speechlessly, why did she resent Wu Hua so much.

Tang Yifei said in surprise, "You are, little monk."

Only then did everyone carefully look at the young monk in front of them, and laughed loudly: "Tell the immortal master and the others to come quickly, an old friend is here."

Hu Tiehua: "Quickly, butler, go and prepare wine and food. We are going to open a banquet to celebrate the guests from afar."

Seeing these people, the little monk smiled happily, obviously welcoming him, and couldn't help asking: "Miss Tang, they all know the little monk, you told them."

Tang Yifei: "No, they have all seen your image, so they naturally remember the famous saying of the little monk."

Little monk: "What? Little monk, why don't you remember that you have said the famous sayings through the ages."

Tang Yifei imitated the tone of the little monk, first touched her forehead, then touched her face: "Isn't the little monk not beautiful enough?"

Monk: ...

It's over, this is not the Tang girl I know!

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