But the rabbit doesn't eat grass beside the nest. Tang Xuanzang always feels that the eating habit is too ugly, and it is not very good after all. However, the most important thing is that Tang Xuanzang is afraid that the methods are too fierce and will be killed by Sun Wukong with a stick.

But now it’s completely different. Just one bet, this monk can actually play games with Wukong.

You should know that Wukong is still accustomed to the domineering and mighty title of Monkey King.

Slutty, think about it, I can hold Monkey King in my arms every night, especially my strength is not as good as hers, but I can hold her in my arms and let me be free.

Hahahaha, Tang Xuanzang laughed wildly at the sky. It was a different kind of happiness to think about it!

An unprecedented sense of accomplishment made Tang Xuanzang's mood quickly rise to the extreme.

After Tang Xuanzang and Wukong reached a bet agreement, the three of them walked to the temple gate.

The main entrance of the temple reads "Guanyin Zen Temple". The Guanyin Zen Temple in front of you is truly bold. Looking up from the mountain gate, it progresses layer by layer and stretches upward, as if from the foot of the mountain to the peak. There is a stone paving road in the middle of the temple, and there are pine and cypress on both sides of the road. Even outside the temple, you can hear the birds' joy. Even a big and bad person like Tang Xuanzang is attracted by the secluded elegance of Guanyin Zen Temple.

Such a beautiful scenery immediately made Tang Xuanzang think of a sentence, "Sure enough, there are few people in the Pure Land, and many monks in the world are occupying famous mountains!"

But the question is, why do monks like to stay on the mountain? Do you want to look down on the world or command the heroes?

Tang Xuanzang scratched his head, forget it, let’s leave such a profound question to others for thinking. I should shift the focus to the cassock.

The three of them stood in front of the mountain gate and saw a monk with copper rings standing beside the door, holding a wooden fish. When they saw the three of them, they just smiled slightly but didn't say a word.

Tang Xuanzang knew very well that it was time to show off. Since this monk was pretending, the more profound the monk wanted to show off, the more he wanted to show off, he wanted to pretend to be a big contest.

If you don’t show off at this moment, who will win you off?

Tang Xuanzang made a correct posture, pulled the cassock away on his body, took two steps forward, and looked particularly elegant. He bowed to the monk who was accused of visiting the guest, folded his hands but did not answer.

The monk used to seeing the poor, wealthy and noble eyes. As soon as Tang Xuanzang pretended to be, his power was already revealed. The monk immediately asked with a smile: "Where is the master coming from and where do you want to go?"

Tang Xuanzang felt happy, and he was also snobbish, but said solemnly: "I came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and went to the West to find books. It was just because it was too late and I wanted to spend the treasure land to stay for a night, but I wonder if it was okay?"

The monk immediately reached out and said, "It turned out to be a monk from Dongtu. Please, please, please, I will call my yard master."

"I'm disturbing." Tang Xuanzang clasped his hands together again, trying to make a solemn look. Tang Xuanzang, whose facial muscles were tense, found that this serious expression would easily lead to facial paralysis after sitting for a long time.

The monk said he didn't dare and led Tang monk to the temple. When he looked back inadvertently, he saw that the two women were extremely handsome. He couldn't help but take a few more glances. Sun Wukong said, "Look at me, I'll beat you up."

It would be fine if the monkey didn't speak, but he would offend someone as long as he spoke. The monk's face changed slightly and he would subconsciously say something. Tang Xuanzang grabbed him and whispered: "This is my eldest disciple. His head is not very good. Don't bother with her. The more you care, the more she is stronger."

Oh, the monk then realized it, and glanced at Wukong with a sympathetic look, and said with emotion: "Why is such a handsome person, how come he is a halon bag?"

Halong bag?

For some reason, when Tang Xuanzang heard the word "" in Sichuan dialect, he wanted to laugh wildly.

However, Sun Wukong's eyes that could kill everything in seconds swept over Tang Xuanzang. Tang Xuanzang immediately turned his head, coughed lightly, and said, "Wukong, you see the scenery here is very good."

"Hmph!" Wukong was angry, but she could hear clearly, so she directly ignored Tang Xuanzang's conversation.

Tang Xuanzang was in a different mood, thinking about how to get the old monk's robes.

If Wukong kills these bald donkeys, it will definitely not work.

After Wukong entered the temple, he asked the monk in the first place: "You little monk, I ask you, is there a 200-year-old steward in your courtyard?"

"Some, some. I didn't expect that the monks from Dongtu knew that my home owner knew it was really strange." The monk didn't like Sun Wukong, but when he heard the other party say this, his mood suddenly improved. He said to Xie Yunfei: "I will take the master to the back room to rest first, and then notify my ancestors to come out to meet you for tea."

"Thank you, then." Tang Xuanzang was very respectful in his rituals, and he completely interpreted the noble image of a bald donkey in the great country to the extreme.

Wukong watched the monk walking out, Tang Xuanzang glanced at her and laughed, "Wukong, you heard it. There is a 200-year-old resident here."

"Uh... you're just messing around." Wukong said unwillingly, but his heart was irritating. Why did the bald donkey become a charlatan?

I didn't know what was here, but he actually knew, it wasn't right... I remember the last time he said there was a tiger in his mouth, and I didn't believe it, but the damn tiger jumped out.

It won't be like this again today, so I don't believe in that evil.

"You'll be hard, your mouth is hard." Tang Xuanzang picked up the teacup, took a few sips of tea, looked at the monkey's head and stood restless, scratching his ears and foreheads, not to mention how happy he felt.

Tonight is a great benefit, I feel so happy when I think about it!

After a while, two boys walked in from outside the door with an old monk. Xie Yunfei looked up and saw that the monk was wearing a hat on his head, a gem inlaid on the top, and was wearing velvet clothes. The golden edges of the jade hair were dazzlingly bright, but his face was full of wrinkles, just like the bark of a century-old tree.

The old monk bent over and stumbled into the house with a crutch. Tang Xuanzang only took a look, his eyes almost cramped, and the pleats on his face could kill people.

Tang Xuanzang felt very sorry for his heart, but he still stood up. It was impossible to show off his anger. Since it started, we must show it to the end.

This kind of monster among two hundred years old is inherently inhuman, and must pretend to be high-end, elegant and upscale so that others will be polite to you.

"Old Dean, I've been disturbed." Tang Xuanzang stood up and politely said. Tang Xuanzang never was vague when he should be humble.

With the support of the novice child, the old monk sat down on his head and said to Tang Xuanzang: "I heard that the master is from the Tang Dynasty in the East?"

The old monk's eyes were turbid, and he seemed to look at Tang Xuanzang inadvertently. Tang Xuanzang didn't mind, but he was thinking in his heart: You old monk, you must not survive this disaster. I don't care about you. As long as you give me seven or eight hundred robes, you will be better than building a seven-level pagoda.

The reason why I call me is not because I am a poor man. If I could take the old monk's robe for myself, if I had points, I would have made a small contribution.

At that time, I will be able to get equipment and I will feel so happy when I become a rich monk!

Tang Xuanzang felt a little obscene. When he heard the old courtyard owner questioning, he immediately continued to say gracefully: "I came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and wanted to go to the West to get books."

The owner of the old courtyard smiled and said, "The east land is thousands of miles away from me. The holy monk has traveled here for a long distance, so he must have gone through all the hardships, right?"

"The east land is more than 5,000 miles away from this place. Thanks to my disciple along the way, otherwise the corpse would not exist." Tang Xuanzang clasped his hands together and called Amitabha Buddha.

In fact, in the original work, when Tang Monk arrived at Wuzhishan, he had already traveled a long distance.

The old monk nodded repeatedly and said, "The holy monk has great perseverance and great wisdom, and he is not as good as his old man."

Tang Xuanzang glanced at Sun Wukong and saw her sitting on her lower head, her eyes rolling around, as if she was thinking about something.

The monkey head looked unstable, and Tang Xuanzang could guess what she was thinking, probably because she was worried about the bet.

Tang Xuanzang was filled with joy and asked deliberately: "The old dean is a wise man, don't you know how long you live?"

"I'm 270 years old this year, and I've lived for so many years in vain." The old monk said relaxed, but his proud eyes could not hide his inner pride.

This dead ghost can live for so many years. I'm afraid that the Black Bear Spirit gave him some magic to practice spiritual veins. It's still a question whether you can live beyond 100 years old.

Although Tang Xuanzang thought so in his heart, he complimented: "The old master of the house is a very strange person."

No, if this continues, I may not even understand what I say.

The old monk exchanged greetings with Tang Xuanzang for a while and ordered the novice kid to bring three tea sets. These three tea sets were exquisite and translucent and very unique.

Tang Xuanzang just took a look and liked it very much. The three tea sets are made of high-quality jade. Holding this thing in your hand and drinking a pot every day is the ultimate enjoyment!

The old guy has lived for so many years and has many treasures in his hands, but since I have arrived, I should give them filial piety to me.

Tang Xuanzang turned his head and stared at Sun Wukong. At this moment, she was already dissatisfied and completely dumbfounded. Tang Xuanzang reached out and asked, "Wukong! I just asked the old courtyard owner, he is a 270-year-old monk, did you hear it?"

Wukong lowered his head and refused to reply, while Ao Xue beside him didn't know what he was muttering to himself alone.

Seeing this little dragon girl, Tang Xuanzang was so angry that he was so angry that he was a young literary woman.

Judging from this guy's appearance, he probably was talking about her poem again. Why don't you compare with Li Bai when you are so good at writing poetry?

Why did I take such a weird mount? It's so fucking bad for eight lifetimes. Don't you know? You were written by someone! Tang Xuan complained wildly in his heart, wishing he could throw Ao Xue out immediately.

But the old dean stared at Sun Wukong and Ao Xue, and smiled and said, "I don't want the master to have two logo disciples."

Tang Xuanzang smiled and said, "These two are my Buddhist disciples, and they are both capable."

The old monk nodded and smiled, "I understand... I understand..."

Damn, why do I think you look so mean when you understand? You are not a good person at first sight. You must have thought that I am the kind of person who bullies female apprentices? Is it?
Chapter completed!