Truly! With the Buddha's ability to traverse, she will definitely be able to enter, but if she wants to enter a place as a normal person, the result is not certain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You'll find out when you go!"

The young man in brocade deliberately sold Guanzi, as if the place where he was going to take the Buddha was very mysterious.

"Okay!"

The civet didn't bother to ask any more questions and continued to walk forward.

"Oops! So boring! ”

The civet walked aimlessly down the street, looking left and right, and sighed a few times.

"Sister!"

The young man in brocade suddenly dragged the Buddha into a silk village on the side of the road that looked like making clothes.

"This is the Cloth Workshop! Specialized in making clothes! In the future, if my sister wants to make any clothes, she can come here! I promise to make my sister very satisfied! ”

Making clothes? Cut! What did I think! Isn't it just making clothes? I've lived for a thousand years, can't I learn to make clothes? Belch...... I don't seem to have things I can learn, like horseback riding! Who made me stare at a horse every time I saw it, and let it float!

"Don't mention any clothes! Your clothes are too conservative! It's dirty, it's ugly, and it's inconvenient to move! I'm going to dance or something in the future, I guess I won't be able to lift my legs! ”

The Buddha thought that he could swing in the ballroom in a high-slit skirt just like he did in modern life!

The young man in brocade: "Why can't you jump?" Didn't my sister dance with her cousin last night? ”

"Cousin? Dance? ”

When the Buddha heard the words of the brocade-clothed boy, his eyes widened suddenly. She looked at the brocade-clothed boy in disbelief, thinking that something was wrong with her ears.

"Hmmm! It's about dancing! The dance was so weird that I had never seen it before! The name is also weird, like what's it called...... What is it called? Hey? What's it called? Why can't I remember? ”

The brocade-clothed boy scratched his head in distress as he spoke.

"Tango!"

The white-robed man coughed dryly twice and picked it up.

The Buddha's eyes widened!

She thought that there was something wrong with the young man in brocade and deliberately made up nonsense to deceive her, but now that the man in white robe said so, she suddenly found that it was not the young man in brocade who had a problem at all, but a problem herself.

"That's right! It's the one called Tango! At that time, my sister danced happily, and the whole person seemed to be a different person! That action, that look, oh! It's just so ~ charming! It's so mesmerizing! ”

The young man in brocade showed a hopeless look of worship of the Buddha.

But when the Buddha heard the words of the brocade-clothed boy, he still didn't believe it at all.

The civet turned his head and asked the white-robed man seriously and with some surprise.

"I~tango with you~!?"

How could he possibly jump? He's not a modern man!

The Buddha suddenly imagined an embarrassing scene when dancing with a man in white robes.

"That's right! ~It was last night! ”

The white-robed man replied softly, as if he was still in the aftertaste.

"Don't you remember~ don't you remember?" The white-robed man frowned.

"I don't remember! I remember I went to your place, and I had a few drinks, and then there was no more! ”

As he spoke, the Buddha pursed his mouth and felt the urge to cry.

"Ahh ~Woo woo! ~Tell me what I was doing last night! Is there a fool of you? ”

The Buddha pulled the cuffs of the brocade-clothed boy a few times, and wanted to cry aggrievedly, while begging delicately.

The brocade-clothed young man glanced at the white-robed man inexplicably, and then inexplicably glanced at the long-robed man.

He pretended to be serious and replied: "My sister was drunk last night, and there was nothing ugly!" That is, I danced a tango with my cousin, took us through a circle, and finally brought the jade seal over! ”

After the brocade-clothed boy finished speaking, he couldn't help but smile happily.

When the Buddha saw that his expression was so obscene, he knew that he was making a fool of himself.

"Ahh ~ I've done so many ridiculous things! Woooooo ~I should have listened to it! Stay away from drinking and cherish life! Woooooo ～”

The civet wanted to cry even more aggrievedly.

At this moment, the young man in brocade saw the Buddha so bitter and pitiful, smiled "hee", and praised it sincerely.

"But my sister is so powerful! You can travel through it, you can control things with your mind, and you can freeze time! That's amazing! I never dreamed that I would meet such a powerful person! It's just a fairy! ”

The eyes of the young man in brocade lit up, and the worship of the Buddha in his heart was uncontrollable.

"That's it! Don't talk about it! I'm so depressed that I want to cry right now! ”

The civet pouted aggrievedly.

"That's good! I won't say it! Let's keep walking! ”

The brocade-clothed boy closed his mouth in amusement, while the Buddha lowered his head and sighed, and then began to shop sullenly.

"Alas! ~”

"Sister! It's a bazaar! Usually if you want to buy a vegetable, buy a fruit or something, you can come here! There are so many other things to eat and play here, and you can buy them on this street as well! ”

The young man in brocade was like a very competent tour guide, and he was full of interest to introduce everything on the street to the Buddha, but the Buddha just nodded listlessly, and he couldn't lift his mind at all.

"That's it! All right! I know! ”

The Buddha happened to see a small stall on the street, with all kinds of vegetables and fruits on the stall, and a melon seller was shouting, selling a big melon that was big and watery.

"Huh? Isn't this a melon? Suddenly, the Buddha's eyes lit up.

She walked over happily, swallowed deeply, and immediately became energetic as if she had been beaten with chicken blood.

Really! A foodie like her still needs something delicious to stimulate the brain!

The civet hurriedly picked up a large melon, found his sleeve and wiped the skin, and then took a sharp bite of it.

"Ahh ~”

The civet took a bite, chewed it twice, and hurriedly spit it out again.

"It's bitter!"

The expression of the Buddha's face, which was still surprised just now, instantly became miserable.

"What's going on? Why did the melons become so bitter?! ”

The Buddha's eyes widened, and he looked at the melon in his hand, confused.

"Sister! You're eating bitter gourd! ”

The young man in brocade came over and explained with a smile, and the man in white robe couldn't help but smile slightly when he saw it.

"Bitter melon?! …… How is this different from the bitter gourd I know? ”

When the Buddha heard the words of the young man in brocade, he couldn't cry or laugh.

She caught a glimpse of a pile of cucumbers next to the melon, picked up another cucumber, and asked the brocade-clothed boy inexplicably.

"So what is this? Isn't this going to be a bitter melon? ”

In this world that contradicts her consciousness, the Buddha begins to worry that what she sees is not the same as her own consciousness.

(To be continued.) )