What a selfish golden cicada, he really doesn't know what sustainable development is, so he can't think about his reincarnation?

It's inhuman!

And listening to the Eighteen Dukes and their eyebrows dancing to describe their glorious and great deeds, Tang Sanzang had completely extinguished the idea of reciting poetry in his heart.

With the eighteenth duke discussing and commenting on the beauty of the poems, unconsciously it was already the moon in the sky, and the whole process listened to them praise their former self Tang Sanzang, with a faint smile on his face, compassion and peace and tranquility and lightly pronounced the Buddha's name, Dao.

"Amitabha, Jin Chanzi is worthy of being the second disciple of the Buddha of the West Heaven, I have heard of his glorious deeds many times in the past, and I don't want to secretly have such a unique talent, which really makes the ordinary students feel ashamed, as for the poor monks, it is even more ashamed."

The lonely and straight man, who has always disdained to do flattering things, said with reverence on his face.

"No, no, no, the holy monk is the reincarnation of the golden cicada, in fact, there is not much difference between them, and I believe that the talent and attainment of the holy monk must be earth-shattering."

"The lonely straight man has a good reputation, to tell the truth, the poor monk has escaped into the empty door since he was a child, chanting scriptures and worshipping the Buddha, out of interest, he did understand some poetry and songs, but in fact, the level of knowledge is really limited, maybe he can barely be able to enter the imperial examination, and he is lucky to be a high school champion like his biological father, if he wants to compare with the golden cicada, it is far from the same, and he does not dare to compare with him."

Tang Sanzang looked ashamed, folded his palms, and replied modestly.

In this regard, the Eighteen Princes and other demons naturally didn't believe it at all, and Tang San was just hiding in modesty, and bowed down again and again and said.

"The holy monk should not be humble, I have been waiting here for a thousand years, in addition to wanting to repay the grace of the holy monk back then, I have not wanted to listen to the holy sound again for thousands of years, and I also ask the holy monk to show mercy and mercy."

"This ......"

In the final analysis, Tang Sanzang is a compassionate and kind person after all.

looked at the four gray-haired old men in front of him and pleaded with him, but he couldn't help but feel compassion.

Of course, Tang Sanzang also understood that these monsters were only a thousand years old, and they were almost the same as Ao Yu.

It's just that Tang Sanzang's "respect for the elderly" instinct that seeped into his soul, looking at their old appearance, was finally soft-hearted.

"That's it, as long as they don't need the poor monks to help them, such a trivial matter, and satisfy them."

As soon as he thought of this, Tang Sanzang showed compassion on his face, raised his hands weakly, and said. "The four immortals, please raise your head and speak, and the rest of the things are easy to say, easy to say."

"So, the holy monk agreed?" The Eighteenth Duke and the other demon asked with surprise on their faces.

Tang Sanzang nodded slightly, and then said. "It's just that with the golden cicada pearl in front, these shallow poems of the poor monk are not too ugly, if you don't give up, the poor monk is willing to play a song on the guqin to repay the courtesy of the immortals."

Guqin music?

The eighteenth demons who had never heard of the golden cicada stroking the qin were stunned for a moment, and then said again and again. "Please, please, I'm willing to listen."

And as the Eighteenth Duke and the others agreed, Ao Yu, who was quietly staying by Tang Sanzang's side, placed the guqin held on his chest in front of Tang Sanzang, and then burned Tang Sanzang with spices, waiting for Tang Sanzang's sound with bright eyes.

It is also a coincidence that when the Eighteen Dukes quietly sneaked to Tang Sanzang's feet, the monkey was attracted by Zhu Bajie and happened to leave Tang Sanzang a few steps, as for Ao Yu, according to Tang Sanzang's previous habits, he was ready to touch the qin of his holy monk brother.

After all, the westward journey is boring......

Even with three obedient apprentices by his side, and intimate Ao Yu is inseparable, Tang Sanzang is still accustomed to playing the qin and entertaining himself every time he rests.

And Monkey, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng will occasionally join in and accompany Tang Sanzang, which can be regarded as quite a pleasure for masters and apprentices.

Of course, compared to pure music, occasionally Ao Yu will dance in the sea of Lingtai according to Tang Sanzang's teachings, for Tang Sanzang, the fun is wonderful, but it is not enough to be humane with outsiders.

"Knock knock!!"

Tang Sanzang's ten fingers stroked over this ordinary guqin, and the sound of a clear spring dripping echoed in this wooden immortal hermitage.

Even if the Eighteenth Duke and other demons understood that this was just a holy monk adjusting the strings, such a sound made them instinctively hold their breath and tilt their ears slightly.

"In the valley under the moon, the poor monk felt something, but he recalled the song 'Empty Mountain Valley' that he had heard occasionally, and you immortals could listen to it."

As Tang Sanzang's compassionate and peaceful words fell, a cool breeze came slightly, rolling Tang Sanzang's monk's robe, and Tang Sanzang was unmoved, his eyes were calm and focused on the qin in front of him, and his slender and white ten fingers were placed on it, and he moved lightly, and the strings were flicked.

The leisurely sound of the piano is like a spring in the mountains, and it flows into the ears of everyone present like the breeze of the leaves.

Bright moon, vines, stone houses......

The scene in front of them is obviously that the eighteen demons have been watching for thousands of years, and the grass and trees are very familiar, and they are even tired of it, but with the sound of the piano flowing into their hearts, at this moment, they feel a sense of peace and tranquility, a leisurely Zen feeling lingers in their hearts, and their hearts are also slowly washed under the sound of the piano, and then pure.

Everything is quiet, not only the eighteen demons, wherever the sound of the piano flows, the nature seems to be listening with bated breath, for fear of disturbing the sound of heaven.

"Knock~~"

It seems to have experienced the flow of the starry night, and it seems that it is only for a moment, with the last two afterglows slowly dissipating in the air, and the eighteen demons who were immersed in the artistic conception woke up.

No one made a sound for a long time, not only because the eighteen demons instinctively recalled the Zen in the sound of the piano, but also because they were unwilling to break the wonderful silence in front of them.

"Rustling ......"

It wasn't until the breeze blew through and tickled the leaves again that the Eighteen Gong dared to give up his hand and asked softly. "I don't know if the holy monk can leave a poem for this song, even if it is difficult for me to listen to such immortal sounds in the future, I can also use the poem to reminisce, it is enough to make this life without regrets."

"Poetry?"

Tang Sanzang's eyes closed slightly, as if he was recalling something.

After a while, Tang Sanzang slowly opened his eyes that seemed to have stars, and said. "The empty mountains and valleys are all Zen, and the sunset Lingtai asks for the maze. I don't see the Bodhi tree in the mountain temple, and the evening bell still rings. ”

After a pause, Tang Sanzang shook his head a little ashamedly, showed a hint of an embarrassed smile, and said. "Amitabha, this poem is really unheard by a poor monk, and it can't compare to the eternal quatrain of the golden cicada, but it is barely in line with the Zen flavor in it, which makes all the immortals laugh."