"The holy monk is modest, compared to the talent of the golden cicada back then, the holy monk's poetry and piano are superb, and they are by no means inferi......or."

After a pause, the eighteen demons praised in unison. "It seems that no matter how many times you are reincarnated, the posture of the golden cicada is still so gorgeous and peerless."

Hearing this, Tang Sanzang smiled slightly, pinched the monk's robe with one hand, waved it in front of him with the other, and said humbly.

"You immortals are really too modest, the poor monk's method of stroking the qin, is just all the way to the west, usually have nothing to do, occasionally entertain themselves, there is no famous teacher to point out, think about it must have many defects, but it is not on the table."

"No, no, no, the holy monk's skill may not be extraordinary, but the skill can only be regarded as a trivial matter after all, and the leisurely artistic conception in the sound of the holy monk's piano is the essence of vocal music, far from being comparable to some skills."

Ling Kongzi, who also knows a little bit about the piano skills, said.

"The donor of the volley is overreputed, overreputed......"

Immediately, Tang Sanzang paused, looked at the sky, and said. "Ladies and gentlemen, the poor monks were invited here, but in a hurry, they did not inform the apprentices, and now it is not early, but it is time to go back, so the apprentices are worried."

However, how could the Eighteen Princes and other demons let Tang Sanzang leave so quickly, and immediately dissuaded him again and again, saying.

"I was shocked by the majesty of the Great Sage, so I didn't dare to show up in front of the Great Sage, for fear that before I could speak, I would be killed by the Great Sage, but in fact, I really had no ill will towards the Holy Monk, and it was also to repay the kindness of the golden cicada back then."

"That's right, that's right, I can't meet the holy monk again for a thousand years. What's more, the sky is sunny and refreshing, although the night is deep but the moon is as bright as day, the holy monk and then sit widely, and wait for the dawn to send over the ridge, then you can also meet with all the high-level disciples. ”

"Just one night, one night, I expect you to be separated from the holy monk for one night, and you won't be in a hurry."

……

One night?!

Tang Sanzang could only say that the Eighteen Dukes really misunderstood something.

If he really didn't return overnight, Tang Sanzang believed that even if they obeyed the orders of their master and didn't dare to do those things that set fire to the mountain, they didn't lead 100,000 heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals to turn over this thorn ridge in a carpet way, and they would definitely use the "law, heaven and earth" magic power to simply bulldoze this thorn ridge.

At that time, the reason why Tang Sanzang followed the Eighteen Dukes for a short time was just because he thought that the golden cicada had left a lot of back hands here, and he didn't want the monkey and others to know, so he planned to leave quietly for a while.

Don't want to...... There is probably only a past of the golden cicada and outsiders, and he has been in this place for a few hours, but Tang Sanzang can't sit still, for fear that without himself watching by his side, the monkey will have to turn the sky upside down.

"The intentions of the immortals, the poor monks have received it, but the poor monks' apprentices are irritable and a little stubborn, but what the poor monks are worried about is that they will cause trouble during this period, which is a sin."

"Then stay a little longer, stay a little longer......"

When the Eighteen Gong heard this, his tone was a lot compromised, and he turned to persuasion.

"Back then, the golden cicada had buried vegetarian tea in this Muxian Nunnery, and sighed between the hope that thousands of years later could still come to drink it, so after we have spiritual wisdom, we have been waiting here, and now that the holy monk has arrived, and drink a little, it can be regarded as living up to my heart for thousands of years, how about it?"

"This ...... Well......"

In the end, Tang Sanzang still agreed, not because he was greedy for the good wine left by the golden cicada back then...... Good tea, but moved by the waiting of these plant spirits.

If it was according to what they said, the golden cicada just buried the vegetarian tea back then, and sighed casually, but he didn't want to be inadvertently listened to by the grass and tree spirits around him, even if he was transformed, he didn't want to leave, but waited for a thousand years in this sea of trees.

Maybe...... In their opinion, this is the way they can do their best to repay the favor, right?

Tang Sanzang deduced the reason, feeling that they were shallow and dedicated, but it was difficult to reject them ruthlessly.

"Stay a little longer, a little longer, wait for a little while, drink vegetarian tea, cover it up with the fragrance of flowers, and it will be fine...... Well...... It should be ...... no problem."

And as Tang Sanzang agreed, the Eighteen Princes and other demons relaxed, turned to look at each other, and asked. "Why hasn't Xingxian arrived yet?"

"Or, you're going to urge Xingxian?"

"Forget it, back then, the golden cicada buried under the wine apricot tree, leaving a magic circle seal, except for the apricot fairy knowing, I don't know how to untie it, anxious but useless."

……

While talking, I saw that outside the stone house, there were two girls in green clothes, picking a pair of silk lanterns to lead the way, and there was a faint graceful figure behind them, and the eighteenth prince and other demons couldn't help but show joy and said.

"Xingxian is finally here."

As the graceful figure approached, Tang Sanzang cast his gaze, but he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and the young face buried deep in the memory of his previous life inexplicably floated to his heart.

"Like ...... It's like ......."

The graceful figure in front of him, dressed in pink brocade clothes, holding a wine jar in his hand, with an apricot blossom inserted above, and a shallow smile on his face, he dare not say that it is the best in the Three Realms, but it can also be called so beautiful that people are suffocated.

However, what made Tang Sanzang's mood fluctuate was not its beautiful face and graceful posture, but the shy girlish temperament, which inexplicably made a long-term memory in Tang Sanzang's heart flood.

Once, that person's favorite was also the apricot tree, and the simple hairband was always the faded apricot blossom.

It's just that as the graceful figure got closer and closer, the memories that flooded in Tang Sanzang's heart calmed down again.

At a hazy glance, Tang Sanzang may feel a little touched, but as Xingxian stepped into the Muxian Nunnery and clearly saw her beautiful face that was not like mortal, Tang Sanzang calmed down instead.

The person in the memory of his previous life, where is he so beautiful?

At this moment, Tang Sanzang lost that sense of substitution, and how could pure beauty hook Tang Sanzang's heart?

And how could Xingxian, who had a shallow and shy smile on his face and looked a little nervous, know that the expression in front of him was always unwavering, and Tang Sanzang, who was still compassionate and peaceful, had a change in his mood?

At this moment, she saluted Tang Sanzang with the movements she had rehearsed a hundred thousand times in her heart, and said softly. "Xingxian, it's long overdue, please forgive the holy monk."

In this regard, Tang Sanzang clasped his palms together, also stood up, and replied to the Buddha's courtesy. "Amitabha, the poor monk Tang Sanzang, has seen the apricot fairy benefactor......"

After a pause, Tang Sanzang didn't care about Xingxian's eyes that seemed to be a little lost, and instead turned his gaze to the wine jar with apricot blossoms.