"Talk about the Tang Dynasty's holy monk Tang Xuanzang, under the careful protection of the former Monkey King Sun Wukong, the former Tianpeng Marshal Zhu Wuneng, and the former rolling curtain general Sha Wujing, it took fourteen years, and the journey of 18,000 miles, and 99,81 difficulties. Finally, the merits were fulfilled. After obtaining the true scriptures, the four masters and disciples all received the right result. Tang Sanzang was awarded the Sandalwood Merit Buddha, Sun Wukong was awarded the Fighting and Victory Buddha, and Zhu Wuneng was awarded the title of the..."

In a corner of the most prosperous Tongtian Street, a thin old man dressed in a blue Taoist robe and dressed as a Taoist man, was talking about the story of Tang Xuanzang seeking scriptures in the West. When the progress was heard, I thought it was coming to an end. I wonder if it was the majority of the subjects in Chang'an who were bored or the old man said it was really wonderful. In short, the old man was only three feet long and only half a foot wide, but at this time, there were no less than a hundred people.

"You old man, don't keep it alive. Is it good? Sun Xingzhe is the Monkey King. Besides, I haven't finished speaking, my belly is almost hungry. I want to eat pig hands, I want to eat fat chicken." This voice sounded listless and full of sorrow, especially when he spoke about pig hands and fat chicken, he was obviously crazy.

The old man felt the fists and feet from his feet, and his heart was furious, but he could not get angry in public. He could only kick a few times under the desk and said in a low voice: "Damn girl, there are many people today, so please calm me down for a while, otherwise you won't even see the feathers."

"Master, why don't you talk about it? What kind of fruit did Zhu Bajie get?" In the crowd, I thought it was a while to wait for a while, someone suddenly asked.

The old man was suddenly interrupted and whispered to the desk, but forgot that his right arm was still frozen in the air at this moment, making a storytelling statement. When he heard someone ask, he hurriedly recovered, but for some reason, he continued with a strange childish voice: "Of course, Marshal Tianpeng and Fairy Chang'e have lived a happy life from now on."

"What... Fairy Chang'e?" In the crowd, someone's mouth suddenly opened larger than a bucket...

"Did Fairy Chang'e also go and get it?" The crowd was instantly filled with question marks.

"Fuck, Fairy Chang'e's husband is the great god Houyi. When will he fall in love with Zhu Bajie?"

"I just fart when I see you. The great god Houyi is just Fairy Chang'e's ex-husband."

"Binding the wind and wind, this Taoist priest clearly mentioned that Tang Monk and his disciple had become Buddhas, why did Zhu Bajie suddenly marry Fairy Chang'e again? Can he get married after becoming a Buddha?"

"After becoming a Buddha, you can marry a wife? Then the monks of the Tang Dynasty can marry the king of the Kingdom of Daughters legitimately? In this way, this marriage is really tortuous and bizarre..." The person speaking with a look of longing for a better life, as if he was about to marry the king of the Kingdom of Daughters, and his saliva was about to fall to his mouth.

However, there were still rational people in the crowd, and someone shouted loudly: "Fart, fart, I think you are fart. This gentleman is clearly having epilepsy. Look at the old man," the man said, and pointed to the old man in front of the Shuban. Everyone looked at him. As he saw that the old man who was telling the storytelling looked ashen, his face turned pale, his whole body was trembling, and his nostrils were smoked, and he was in danger of dying from blood to death at all times.

Seeing that the bookstore where the needle could be heard suddenly became crowded with people, and there were many discussions, doubts, curses, laughter, and noise, endless. The old man had broken his silver teeth, and the little girl who had been hiding under the desk at his feet was already full of joy and laughing to the ground.

"Caiya, please give it to the old man." He just heard the old man crying again and said, "It seems that we are going to waste again today. There are more than one hundred people today, more than one hundred people."

Just when the old man concluded that today was a waste of water, the crowd argued fiercely, and it seemed that there was a result. However, the following things that Tang Monk and disciples followed suit in the pursuit of the scriptures had long been destroyed in the fierce debate. There was only one thing that people generally care about, that is...

"Master, did the Tang Pilgrimage finally get along with the King of the Kingdom of Women? We think that the Peacock Princess from Lion Camel Ridge seemed to be good."

"Um……"

"Um……"

The crowd was in full swing, and the entire bookstore was once again caught in a harmonious scene where the needle could be heard. Seeing more than a hundred people below staring at him, waiting for Tang Xuanzang to make a decision, the old man was shocked and opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to close it again.

"What are these? I'm clearly talking about Journey to the West. Why did it become a beauty selection in Tang Monk? The world is getting worse and worse... What is Peacock Princess? I think it's not as beautiful as the brocade mouse spirit. It's better to give birth to a nest of Tang Monk in one month and eat all of you bastards."

The old man cursed in his heart, and stroked his beard with his right hand, but he forced a smile on his face. When he was anxious and turned around, he also made up his mind and kept it aloud: "My guests, it's too late today. I know what happens next. Let's listen to the next breakdown, and the next breakdown."

After saying that, the old man coughed a few times, and then began to pack up the things on the shore. At this time, the little girl who had been hiding under the desk and laughed, finally jumped out, holding a broken hat and bowing to everyone for money.

However, everyone was still immersed in the great excitement of who should marry the elder of the Tang Dynasty. When they saw that the priest was ready, they stopped and wanted to close the stall. They were not willing to do so. They hurriedly tightened the battle group and surrounded the priest and the little girl, as if Tang Monk was not engaged today and the subjects of Chang'an would not give up. Perhaps everyone was too excited and had unstable force for a while. Finally, the little girl was unable to bear the rush, and fell backwards, falling down with her feet facing the sky, and her eyes were full of stars.

"Hmph, my dear girl, you still make trouble or not, this time you deserve it?" Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, the old man was not panicked and laughed loudly in his heart, hoping to carry out gloom to the end. When he couldn't help laughing on his face, he quickly covered his mouth with a slapped gesture and grinned happily.

"Dead old man, stinky old man, you'd better laugh out loud. If I'm trampled into meat paste, you will definitely not be able to escape. I'm dead. See who can still send you off. In the end, I'll be thrown into a mass grave and let the wild dog eat you." The little girl glanced at her, turned over and jumped up in anger, pointed at the old man's nose, and cursed.

The old man heard the little girl's words so viciously that he stood upright and shouted: "Bastard, I have worked hard to raise you so much, but you cursed me to die without a place to bury me. I am so ruthless that I am afraid that God will drop thunder and split you into eight and half, no, ten, you rabbit..."
Chapter completed!