Chapter Twenty-Seven: So, the Black Bear Spirit is also a Little Lori?
"Old eyes are dizzy? Uncle, you don't look too old, do you? Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ao Xiaobai looked up at the strange monk and said with a simple face.
"Little girl, although your master is a master of the Tang Dynasty, it is not good to keep you any longer, but there is a reason I still have to tell you, you can't just look at the surface of everything." Pu Xuan looked at Ao Xiaobai seriously, "I'm three hundred and twenty years old." ”
"Huh?" Ao Xiaobai was a little surprised.
"Three hundred and twentieth years old? I think you look like you're thirty-two, right? Tang Sanzang was also a little surprised, looked Pu Xuan up and down, and couldn't see that he looked like an old man in his three hundred years.
Pu Xuan waved his hand disappreciatively and said, "Have you ever heard the phrase "the more you live, the younger you are?" That's how I am, since I can't die in a short time, it's always better to be younger. ”
"Okay, you can take it and see it, but arrange three meditation rooms for us, and get some vegetarian food." Although he felt a little awkward, Tang Sanzang still took out the robe and handed it to Pu Xuan happily, he was not worried that this guy would hide the robe.
"Guangzhi, let the cook come up and cook some vegetarian food, and take the three distinguished guests down." Pu Xuan held the robe with bright eyes, although he was still a little reluctant when he looked at Ao Xiaobai, but obviously he still liked the robe a little more.
"Yes, Master." Guangzhi nodded, looked at Tang Sanzang and the three stretched out his hand and said, "Master Sanzang, two girls, please." After saying that, he walked to the backyard first.
Tang Sanzang nodded, hugged Ao Xiaobai, and Sun Wukong followed Guangzhi inside.
Two young monks followed with their luggage.
"Master, this ......" Guangmou obviously didn't turn his mind a little and was a little puzzled.
"Guangmou, sometimes you have to be smarter, you have to learn more from Guangzhi." Pu Xuan held the robe, said without raising his head, and walked towards the backyard.
"What the master taught." Guangmou nodded in response, although he didn't understand the look on his face, but the respect on his face was not half discounted.
Guangzhi led the three of them to walk inside a few times in the Zen Temple, stopped in a mountain meditation room, turned around and bowed and said: "The little monk has made amends to the three for the master, and I hope that Master Sanzang is not strange, the master has been the abbot of the Guanyin Zen Temple for three hundred years, although his temper is a little strange, but he is indeed a person who is dedicated to the Buddha." ”
"Well, it's okay, the old man always has a weird temper." Tang Sanzang nodded and said, indicating that he didn't care, he lived for more than three hundred years alone, and he was really old and fine.
Guangzhi was stunned for a moment, and only nodded after a while; "Okay, this is the place where pilgrims stay on weekdays, there are only two meditation rooms, just let the two girls live, first invite the master to eat here for fasting, and then I will take you to other meditation rooms."
"Yes, I'm tired." Tang Sanzang nodded, originally he wanted to say that anyway, Xiaobai and Wukong slept together at night, and only two meditation rooms were enough, but after thinking about it, maybe they would have to play the drama of burning the meditation room at night, so they simply wanted another room.
The kitchen is very fast, and soon the vegetarian food came up, four dishes and one soup, although there are no meat dishes, but they are all dried wild vegetables in the mountains, and there is a plate of winter bamboo shoots, which tastes pretty good.
Sun Wukong just drank some soup casually, didn't move his chopsticks at all, and the rest of Tang Sanzang and Ao Xiaobai ate it all, and after eating too much meat, he also felt light and delicious, even Ao Xiaobai was rare and did not dislike it.
"Master, can you sleep with me at night and tell me a story, Xiaobai is afraid of monsters." After eating, Guangzhi hadn't come yet, and Ao Xiaobai was already holding Tang Sanzang's arm and began to be coquettish.
Sun Wukong, who was sitting by the window on the side, pouted and said, "Ao Xiaobai, you are a dragon clan, why are you even afraid of monsters, when will you be able to rescue your clansmen?" ”
"But that monster eats children, it's still like me." Ao Xiaobai pouted, looking aggrieved.
Tang Sanzang smiled and touched Ao Xiaobai's head, "Okay, I'll go and see where I live at night later, and then I'll come back and tell you a story." ”
Although she lived to be five hundred years old, Ao Xiaobai's mind and body shape were not much different from the five-year-old Lori, and Tang Sanzang didn't want to remind her of the matter of revenge and saving people.
"Master, you're the best." Ao Xiaobai happily rubbed Tang Sanzang's arm.
After a while, Guangzhi came, and the two little novices cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and the bed and futon were all in the room, and they were still clean and could sleep directly.
Tang Sanzang followed Guangzhi to the meditation room prepared for him, an independent small courtyard, but it was quite quiet, with futons and beds in the room, which was much better than the previous two rooms.
"Master, please rest." Guangzhi said with a smile and said goodbye and left.
Tang Sanzang looked at Guangzhi's back, he had a good impression of this delicate and gentle monk, Shuangshang was much taller than the fat monk, that guy not only looked fierce and vicious, but also had a bad temper.
After knowing where he lived, Tang Sanzang tucked the quilt and looked like there was a person lying inside, so he closed the door and went back to Ao Xiaobai's side.
When Sun Wukong saw Tang Sanzang coming back, he also went to the guest room next to him, Tang Sanzang lay on the bed, let Ao Xiaobai pilllow his arm, and began to tell the story of Cinderella.
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At the same time, in the abbot's room in the backyard of the Guanyin Zen Temple, Pu Xuan held the brocade robe in both hands, trembling slightly, squinting at the oil lamp on the table, and carefully looked at every place.
There were five or six people in the room, Guangmou, Guangzhi, and two old monks who were quite old.
"Ugh." Pu Xuan sighed, folded the robe, put it on the table, closed his eyes, shook his head, and there were some fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, looking much older all of a sudden.
"Master, why are you sighing? Are there troubles? Guangmou, who was standing on the side, hurriedly asked, looking quite concerned.
"Once, I had the opportunity to wear this robe, but unfortunately...... It's a pity. When I see it again, I can't help but feel a little emotional. Pu Xuan grinned, but before he could laugh, a line of old tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, obviously more than just emotion.
When the monks saw this, they all panicked.
Guangmou said in a hurry: "Master, don't be sad, if you like this robe, I'll go find that Tang Sanzang and let him sell it to us." ”
"This robe is worth a lot of money, how can you afford it, junior brother, even if you sell the Guanyin Monastery, you can't afford to buy this robe. And if they want to go to the west, how can they exchange a pile of gold and silver for a pile of gold and silver when they go out? Guangzhi shook his head and said.
"That ......" Guangmou was speechless, walked around the house twice, patted his bald head and said: "By the way, they came from the Tang Dynasty and were helpless, so I will go and knock Tang Sanzang to death with a stick, so that the robe is the master's." ”
"Bastard, how can we be monks like this." Pu Xuan slapped the table and said sharply: "Guangmou, you will go to the main hall for me to recite the Diamond Sutra for one night, Guangzhi, you go and watch him." ”
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Halfway through the story, Ao Xiaobai fell asleep, Tang Sanzang looked at the little Lori who was breathing slowly, smiled and shook it, it really seemed like raising a daughter, reached out and touched her head, slowly sat up, hugged it in his arms, and draped the robe outside, then carried her out of the door, knocked on the door next to the dance, and put it on her bed.
"The fat monk and the ugly monk are not like good people, do you want me to keep an eye on them?" Sun Wukong glanced at Ao Xiaobai, looked at Tang Sanzang and asked.
"No need, you can sleep in peace, just look at Xiaobai." Tang Sanzang shook his head, then closed the door, and went to the room originally prepared for Ao Xiaobai, blew out the oil lamp, and prepared to sleep.
Although Pu Xuan is a strange uncle of Loli Control, and he is also a money-greedy man who has lived for more than 300 years, Tang Sanzang vaguely feels that he is not the culprit behind the disappearance of children in this nearby town over the years.
Who is the murderer? Where are the monsters hiding? Tang Sanzang frowned, trying to recall the Journey to the West in his previous life, and there seemed to be no record of the cannibalistic child monster in this section of the Guanyin Zen Temple.
By the way, there seems to be a black bear spirit, right? Those kids couldn't have been eaten by the black bear spirit, right?
At that moment, the door creaked open and a crack opened the door, and someone walked in.
Tang Sanzang was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the door, through the faint moonlight, it could be seen that it was a little girl, a little Lori with a double ponytail.
So, is the black bear spirit also a little Lori?
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