Well...... Wrong!

Suddenly, Tang Sanzang recalled what the Eighteenth Duke had just said, when the golden cicada visited this "Muxian Nunnery", he often brought all kinds of eternal quatrains at his fingertips?

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Tang Sanzang was slightly shocked in his heart, but his expression did not change in the slightest, and he pronounced a Buddha slogan. "A few immortals laughed, poor monks may be good at chanting sutras and chanting Buddha, but they are not very good at chanting poetry."

"Hahaha, how can the holy monk be so modest, you can say back then, 'Heaven does not give birth to my golden cicada, and poetry is like a long night', I expect that even if you are reincarnated, you only need to leave a point of talent, and with a slight spit out, you can turn into a piece of splendor."

……

Tang Sanzang.

The poor monk didn't know any golden cicadas.

"Speaking of which, maybe others don't know, but we know quite well, within the Three Realms, if you talk about talent, the golden cicada is definitely the first in the Three Realms, and compared with the golden cicada, Wenqu Xing is just a firefly light compared to the bright moon, which is not worth mentioning."

Just as the Eighteen Dukes were admiring, the Lonely Straight Prince's face was straight, and a look of longing appeared on the face of the fairy wind bones, and he said. "Jin Chanzi once said: The pine and cypress are lonely and straight, and it is difficult to be peachy and beautiful. Therefore, my name is 'Lonely Straight Father'! ”

"'But there is no cutting, I will meet the long clouds', and I am also called 'Blowing Clouds', just to live up to the sigh of the golden cicada." There were few words, and Fu Yunsuo, whose waist was straight, also opened his mouth to answer.

Seeing that the other two demons introduced the origin of their names, the eighteenth prince also took it and said.

"My eighteen males are pine, so there is nothing to say, as for the name of 'Jinjie', but I overheard Jin Chanzi say: 'Ling Feng knows Jinjie. Negative snow saw chastity', so he took a 'strong festival' for himself with courage, and hoped that the holy monk would not laugh. ”

Laugh?

How could Tang Sanzang still laugh?

The verses that these three demons just said happen to be the verses that they know the origin of, if they are not mistaken......

Tang Sanzang compassionately and kindly set his gaze on the last one who had not interjected, but was just sitting on the stone bench, looking extremely steady, and asked tentatively.

"Gu Ben is a hundred feet in the air, and the root plate is like stone and iron?"

When Ling Kongzi heard this, he made a big salute to Tang Sanzang and said respectfully. "I hope that the holy monk will not blame Ling Kongzi for boldly taking this name without authorization."

Come on......

It seems that the golden cicada not only made several creatures in this wood immortal nunnery back then, but also chose their names separately by the way.

Wonderful!

And the Eighteenth Duke and the others immediately revealed the origin of the name of Ling Kongzi when they saw the golden cicada, and their faces immediately bloomed with a warm smile, and they no longer had the slightest doubt about the connection between Tang Sanzang and the golden cicada.

It must be known that the four demons have lived in this thorny mountain for a long time, and they have never left this place, and there are not many visitors, and they never mention the origin of their names in front of other outsiders.

And the "ancient book is a hundred feet in the air, and the root plate is like stone and iron for Ke", which is known only by a few demons in the three realms, but it was revealed by a layman.

There is no doubt that the person in front of him is definitely the reincarnation of the golden cicada, and there are still many memories of the golden cicada.

"Good, great goodness, the holy monk is really a golden cicada, and the poetry and talent are undiminished, tonight it seems that we can listen to the holy monk's wonderful words again."

The self-proclaimed "lonely and straight man", who has never flattered in his life, did not hesitate to praise Tang Sanzang at this moment.

And where can Tang Sanzang, who can recite poetry against him, how dare he take such words? When even waved his hand again and again, he said. "A few immortals laughed, the poor monk just overheard that 'the ancient book is a hundred feet in the air, and the root plate is like stone and iron', so he just read it out casually."

However, Ling Kongzi replied respectfully. "When the golden cicada gave a sentence, I didn't, let alone mention this sentence in front of outsiders, usually even I don't dare to recite this sentence without authorization, but just now it is the second time I have heard it in a thousand years, I don't know where the holy monk heard it?"

"Probably ......" Tang Sanzang, who was asked on the spot, replied without the slightest change in his face. It's in a dream, and occasionally I always recall a little memory in my dream that I haven't personally experienced. ”

Immediately, Tang Sanzang did not give the Eighteen Dukes a chance to invite the poetry again, and asked directly. "Speaking of which, the poor monk is quite curious about what the golden cicada chanted through the ages, I wonder if the immortals can tell me?"

If it's not Tang Sanzang's hypocrisy, I really don't know how many ancient verses in the memory of the golden cicada have been used, where does Tang Sanzang dare to speak at will, otherwise the seven steps will become a poem and become an identical poem, then it will really not come back.

Hearing Tang Sanzang's request, the Eighteenth Duke took the lead in replying. "Back then, the most impressive sentence was: 'There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is clear.'" ”

And as the Eighteenth Duke spoke, the other three demons also spoke one after another, saying one poem after another that made Tang Sanzang's brows furrow.

"If the two love for a long time, how can they be in the morning and twilight?"

？

Tang Sanzang.

"Ask the world, what is love, and teach people to live and die."

？？

Tang Sanzang.

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world."

？？？

Tang Sanzang.

What do you want to do with this golden cicada? What the hell are you doing?

At this moment, Tang Sanzang's brows furrowed as never before, and a not-so-good guess appeared in his heart.

Golden cicada ...... You won't leave an ex-wife for yourself, will you?

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world? Why don't you gently twist and wipe the re-pick, and a river of spring water flows eastward?

Perhaps, it was just a coincidence, but in fact, Jin Chanzi made a lot of poems at that time?

"Amitabha, the artistic conception of these poems is certainly beautiful, but the poor monk is a monk, after beating the mother's womb, he escaped into the empty door to practice, never close to women, nor has he ever touched his mortal heart, but it is a little difficult to understand the meaning of love, and ask a few immortals to say some other verses."

As Tang Sanzang spoke, the Eighteen Princes and other demons naturally had no intention of objecting, recalled slightly, and spoke.

"I can't forget the golden cicada standing alone on the top of the stone house, and the leisurely sigh: 'I don't see the ancients before, I don't see the comers after, I think of the world and the world, and I ......cry alone."

"Indeed, the golden cicada may have a very high status in Western Heaven Buddhism, but it doesn't seem to be joyful, but when it comes to this wooden fairy nunnery, it reveals a little not like a Buddha, but more like the human race's chant to the moon, 'When is the bright moon?' Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is tonight. ”

"Haven't you heard the helpless emotion of the golden cicada?" I will truly illuminate the moon, but the bright moon will shine on the ditch'. ”

……

At this moment, Tang Sanzang only felt that the golden cicada had already packed some things to the extreme, and he might not have left the poor monk a chance at all.