Ten o'clock in the evening

There are fewer guests in the hotel tonight, except for a few tables of guests in the private room on the second floor, there are no more guests dining on the first floor, but there are still a few romantic young men and women in the western restaurant on the fourth floor of the hotel, but this has nothing to do with Commissioner Huang.

Taking advantage of this time, Huang Xiaobei ran to the bar upstairs, drank and chatted with Lao Wei and the Maozi brothers, if it had changed before, the three Huang commissioners would not dare to be lazy when they worked anymore, but now it is different, Carl is here, or the lobby manager, and there is someone behind him.

Although Commissioner Huang has always been on guard against Carl's guy who loves to laugh and looks good when he laughs, Commissioner Huang can still do this kind of thing in the name of Carl who is lazy and slippery.

"Dead bald, will you go upstairs and play for a while?" Passing by Tang Seng's side, Huang Xiaobei called him casually, without much sincerity, although the dead bald heads live with them now, but after all, they are not from the academy.

Elder Tang waved his hand, indicating that he didn't like to be with these monsters, and sat alone in the hall on the first floor and continued to watch TV.

This is also a big hobby of Elder Tang, on weekdays, after the dishes are brushed, he squats next to the TV in the hall on the first floor, watching the TV intently, no different from a group of middle-aged women who wait to watch prime-time TV series every night.

Well, the TV that Elder Tang is watching now is quite interesting, the eighty-sixth version of Journey to the West.......

I thought that Elder Tang would make any comments on the eighty-sixth version of Journey to the West, but he didn't say anything, just watched quietly, the expression on his face was very flat, and he would occasionally mumble a few words in his mouth.

When Huang Xiaobei passed by him, he happened to hear him muttering.

"Wu Neng is not so stupid, nor is he so ugly."

When Huang Xiaobei heard this, he immediately remembered that when he first saw this dead bald head, this thing said that he was Tang Seng, but he was smoked by Ma Liuye.

Now that he heard that the bald head of the dead man actually began to speak in Tang Seng's tone again, Huang Xiaobei stopped in place, turned around and hugged his arms, and asked him with a smile, "Zhu Bajie is not like this, what else can it be?" Oh, I see, do you mean that Zhu Bajie is not a domestic pig but a wild boar? ”

"If you said this 1,500 years ago, I am afraid that you will be taken by the soldiers of the Tianhe Water Army to light the sky lanterns."

Huang Xiaobei suddenly stretched his face, Mom, you are still addicted to acting, wait a while, Tianhe Water Army? Yes, this Zhu Bajie used to be Marshal Tianpeng, and it seems that he is still a very wasteful marshal, so the soldiers under him are not very afraid, and the Tianhe Water Army does not sound like a regular army, but it is better than the number of people, 100,000, which is enough to scare people.

Huang Xiaobei said sarcastically: "Then dare to ask what the Zhu Bajie you have seen looks like?" ”

Tang Seng watched TV, and now it happened to be the part of Gao Laozhuang, in the boudoir, the fat-headed and big-eared Zhu Bajie was touching Sun Wukong's hand and calling for a lady.

Tang Seng tilted his head slightly, and the expression on his face deepened.

"What does it look like? I saw it a few times when I was a golden cicada. ”

Golden cicada ...... You're good enough to get into the play......

Tang Seng's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the fat-headed and big-eared Zhu Bajie on TV, who was very silly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a wry smile.

And his eyes slowly emerged his true second disciple, his enlightenment, and his eight precepts.

"In your words, he's very powerful and handsome."

"Huh?" Huang Xiaobei stretched out his voice, handsome? Can Zhu Bajie be considered handsome? The pig's head isn't too scary.

Tang Seng ignored Huang Xiaobei, he was still talking, continuing to talk about his eight precepts.

"Marshal Tianpeng back then was a legend, a real legend, he was as rich as jade, he was in silver armor and white robe, and the appearance of leading 100,000 Tianhe water troops to sweep the Three Realms seemed to be right in front of him. He is the first god general of Heavenly Court, and the 100,000 Heavenly River Water Army under his command is an extremely brave and good fighting Heavenly Army in Heavenly Court. In the heyday of the Tianhe Water Army, even Li Jing's Nantianmen Heavenly Army had to retreat by three points, and the demons of the Three Realms heard the word Tiancang, and they all fled in despair. ”

"He planted the battle flag of the Heavenly Court all over the Three Realms."

Tang Seng's eyes gradually became illusory, and his voice was full of memories of the past.

"Hehe, the first marshal of the Heavenly Court, the first god general of the Heavenly Court, commanded the 100,000 Tianhe Water Army to conquer the south and the north, killed countless demons, and made great achievements, in the Heavenly Court back then, which one did not respect him, and which one was not afraid of him, but it was a pity ......."

Tang Seng smiled bitterly and said to his second disciple, "He can't escape that love word in his life, he has been trapped in that love word all his life..... Disgusting pig demon. ”

Listening to Tang Seng's words, Huang Xiaobei didn't react excitedly, just picked his nose, "Are you talking about Zhu Bajie?" How do you sound like a strange man who is infatuated with a beautiful man and a marshal? Anyway, you haven't passed the second stage of middle school yet, these things are completely made up by your brain, right? ”

Tang Seng ignored Huang Xiaobei, took the remote control and changed the channel, and watched Korean dramas.

"You can think whatever you want, anyway, you will see the real Heavenly Court sooner or later, I am just giving you a preventive shot now, if you see the immortals in the future, how far you run, they are not as good as you imagined."

After speaking, Elder Tang looked at the Korean drama with a compassionate face, "Tsk, this girl is so miserable, isn't she just getting married, why was she hit by a car the day before she got married, alas, it's a hard worker, yo?" She was worse than her, and when she went to the hospital to see her, she was directly hit by a car and turned into a vegetative state? At present, these two vegetative people are in the same hospital room, and they still rely on subconscious communication? They have become vegetative, and they are still using their subconscious to encourage each other to recover early and get married as soon as possible?! ”

Huang Xiaobei complained: "Korean dramas are all virtuous. ”

Elder Tang said that he was quite surprised, and it was the first time he saw this kind of thing, so he said interestingly.

Looking at Tang Seng's appearance like an older young woman chasing dramas, those words just now didn't seem to come from his mouth at all, and Huang Xiaobei couldn't help but feel confused about this.

He always feels that there are a lot of stories on this dead bald head, although sometimes it's the same as a second stroke, it's still a very unbeaten kind of two strokes, but sometimes it's like a living Buddha who has experienced vicissitudes of life and seen through everything, the most terrifying thing is that between the two strokes and the living Buddha, this guy seems to be able to convert seamlessly, and the conversion is called a six, just like changing the channel with a remote control.

Anyway, Huang Xiaobei guessed that this dead bald head is estimated to have been an actor, not an extra, at least he has to be a special contract, to say that he looks like this is okay, and this guy's acting skills are so good, and he is a little sick in the middle and second, he is really suitable for being an actor.

Hey, no, this dead bald head has a very strong ability to make up stories, and he casually made an alternative Zhu Bajie, and Huang Xiaobei almost believed it.

First Marshal of Heavenly Court? The first god general of the heavenly court? Where do you put Yang Jian, Nezha and Li Tianwang, there are so many immortals in the heavenly court, so many generals, which turn is the turn of a pig-headed marshal to play prestige.

Not to mention, the screenwriter's line is also quite suitable for him, the ability to make up stories is simply strong, don't want it, oops, it's been a long time, this dead bald head is still an all-rounder, and his life experience is absolutely rich.

Huang Xiaobei has a little admiration for Tang Seng, but that's just it.

"Then you go slowly as your Tang monk, I won't play with you." Huang Xiaobei was too lazy to listen to Tang Seng's story, so he dropped this sentence and ran up to hug.

Listening to the footsteps of Huang Xiaobei's departure, Tang Seng patted his work clothes full of water and oil stains, shook his head and smiled.

"I wish those were my fantasies."

The TV changed back to Journey to the West, staring at the person on the TV, staring at Tang Sanzang, Tang Seng looked at himself on the TV with extremely complicated eyes.

"I hope that I am the Tang Sanzang on TV."

After the words fell, Tang Seng continued to watch TV.

How foolish the world is, hehe, how can I not be like this.

People in the world are so ignorant and don't know their reason: if you want to speak to others, you should first discipline yourself, and it makes sense, but the poor monks themselves are all like this, so how can you talk about the world?

Reincarnated ten times, I want to go to Pudu, I left 108,000 miles, and I broke through 9981, but in the end, who did I cross? Who can be crossed by me?

Hehe, I can't cross anyone....... I can't even cross myself......

"Amitabha, World-Honored One, the disciple knows his mistakes."

Full face of the village. Strict, the Tang monk who is full of peaceful atmosphere, no longer has the previous cynicism, clasped his palms together, and chanted the Buddha's name.

He is wrong, his ways are wrong, his ways are wrong.

He threw in the towel.

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Lingshan Da Lei Yin Temple.

The Buddha stared at Tang Seng sitting in the Tianlong Hotel speechlessly, listening to his inner words, watching him lower his head, the Buddha closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"You're right, it's just that the timing is not right, and the method of preaching is not right."

"Well, the teacher is giving you a chance."

"Rebel, for the sake of the teacher, I look forward to you going up to Lingshan for the second time."

When the words fell, the Buddha clasped his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

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"Xiaobei, here and here."

Unlike hotels that are already deserted, this is the time when the bar comes alive.

Lao Wei held a glass of beer in his hand, sat in front of the bar counter of the bar, and the Maozi brothers were drinking wine, while talking about something, seeing Huang Xiaobei coming, Lao Wei waved his hand to greet him.

The number of guests in the bar gradually increased, and the dim and dazzling light made Huang Xiaobei rub his eyes, and a pair of bar singers were singing rock songs.

Huang Xiaobei walked to the bar, sat on the high chair, waved his hand to the old guard and the Maozi brothers who were wiping the cups and smiled: "It's late, don't care." ”

Andreev smiled heroically, "What does the senior drink?" ”

Lao Wei drank beer, looked at the noisy bar, and said, "Bald brother, didn't you call up?" ”

"Hey, he's watching TV, besides, he's not his own person, what do you call him for?"

The Maozi brothers began to mix wine for Huang Xiaobei, and at the same time said, "I'm in for a treat." ”

After seeing the perverts of Chu scum again, Huang Xiaobei was really satisfied with the Maozi brothers, and he couldn't be satisfied.

In fact, in Carl's four-person team, only the Maozi brothers can mix with Huang Xiaobei and a few people, although Carl is very kind, but after all, he is at the leadership level.

Chu Luoli's mouth is too poisonous, every day she is a waste senior, garbage is perverted, Chu Zifeng ...... Forget it, even if it's not a scumbag, he has very few words, which is as bold as Brother Maozi, who doesn't mind the waste of the two seniors at all, and quickly gets along with the two waste seniors.

And more importantly, because of the relationship between the academic department, Andreev has a very good impression of Lao Wei, if only Huang Xiaobei was present, maybe the Maozi brothers would really not be so enthusiastic.