"You killed the magic chicken, and you even washed your stomach?"

Guanyin stared at Tang Seng deadly, "Isn't it later, are you still going to take a hot bath (boiled)?" ”

"It's a good idea for the Bodhisattva to remind him like this!"

Tang Seng nodded.

"Presumptuous!"

Guanyin frowned, and said hatefully, "Tang Sanzang, you are enough, no wonder the apprentices are disobedient, and they don't look like a master at all!" ”

"That's it, that's it."

Guanyin waved his hand, snatched the divine chicken, and sighed, "I will spare you for this matter today, and I won't take it as an example!" ”

"Okay then." ‘

Tang Seng was still a little unhappy, if Guanyin came out a little late, the divine chicken was likely to become a roast chicken.

"Pack your bags and go!"

Guanyin urged.

Her feelings for Tang Seng are very complicated, and she always feels that the golden cicada has changed.

This time, Guanyin is ready to lie to Tang Seng!

The original plan, the death of the scorpion spirit, let the god chicken take the blame.

As soon as the god chicken died, he could only go back and tell the Buddha that the god chicken ate the essence of the scorpion and died of poisoning!

Sou!

Guanyin flew into the sky, and was just about to go back, Bajie was in a hurry, he was poisoned by a scorpion underneath and was swollen.

"Bodhisattva, hurry up and give me some antidote, my old pig has been bitten by a scorpion essence!"

"Well, not at all."

Guanyin waved his hand, and a packet of medicinal powder appeared on the ground.

"Bodhisattva, it's not enough, can you give more?"

"The scorpion venom in your wrist, that's enough!"

Guanyin saw the wound on Bajie's wrist and prompted.

"Give some more, some palace maids in the daughter country have also been bitten by scorpions."

Tang Seng helped and said, I remember that when the scorpion essence in the cave room gave birth, those little scorpions ran around and bit a lot of people.

"Take it!"

Guanyin gave another big bag, these are immortal medicines, very precious.

"Congratulations to the Bodhisattva!"

Bajie showed a smiling face, watched Guanyin leave, and finally took the medicine, found a remote corner, and quickly smeared the medicine powder under himself, which reduced the swelling.

"Master!"

It was at this time that Goku descended from the sky.

Tang Seng asked him to go to the sky to move the rescue soldiers, and Wukong went to the South China Sea, but was told that Guanyin came to see the master, and it turned out that the two took a fork in the road and failed to meet.

"The scorpion spirit is dead?"

Goku was incredulous and shook his head in disbelief.

"It's really dead, Brother Monkey, don't take credit from me this time, if it weren't for my old pig......"

Bajie's face changed slightly, thinking that the scorpion spirit seemed to have died by himself, which was disgraceful.

"If it weren't for my old pig singing a song "Worried", how could I surrender to the goblin!"

"Bajie is right."

Tang Seng followed.

"What kind of song can have such power, I have never heard of it!"

Goku was curious.

Using songs to deal with scorpion essences, Tang Seng just happened to it, and he didn't expect it.

"Brother Monkey, I'll sing to you, it's like this!"

Bajie cleared his throat and began to sing:

"Ahh

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh......h

Goku's eyes widened, and his ears were hit like never before!

Tang Seng was in a hurry, Bajie had a loud voice, and he could bring the noise to the extreme.

"Bajie, your own people, don't sing!"

Bajie just sang a few words, and Tang Seng covered his mouth.

"I want to sing it to Brother Monkey, otherwise he won't believe it!"

Bajie looked very serious.

"Idiot, what you sing, it's like killing a pig!"

Wukong didn't buy it at all.

"I don't know how to appreciate!"

Bajie 'cut' in his mouth, and hummed quietly.

"Apprentices, go back to your daughter's country, pack your luggage and hurry!"

Tang Seng greeted everyone, and the daughter country was finally successfully concluded.

Back in the palace and giving the antidote to the poisoned palace maids, Tang Seng prepared to leave.

"Brother Yu, do you really want to leave?"

The queen came over, reluctant to give up.

"Well, the matter of learning from the scriptures cannot be delayed."

"You still don't like me!"

The queen's eyes were lonely, and she felt disgusted.

"Your Majesty, you are very beautiful, and the poor monk also likes it, this kind of liking is just a simple liking."

Tang Seng said what he said from his heart, he and the queen have only known each other for two days, where do they have a deep relationship.

"This farewell, I don't know when I will be able to see Brother Yu again!"

The queen stared into the distance with resentment, "Maybe this life will end here, right?" ”

"How about this?"

Tang Seng didn't want to hurt other people's hearts, "After waiting for the scriptures, the poor monk will pass by the daughter country, and then come to see you!" ”

"Really?"

The queen's eyes lit up and she looked forward to it.

Tang Seng sighed, feeling that the queen should have a similar relationship with Gao Cuilan and herself, and she likes it impulsively, and she can't go long.

After some time, the queen's mind should mature.

In order to apologize, Tang Seng took out a drawing in his bag.

Last time, Tang Seng was the king of Wuji Country, and he spent a lot of design drawings such as bridges and water cellars, and wanted to leave them to the queen as gifts.

"Your Majesty, the poor monk wants to give you a gift."

"What?"

The queen raised her head in surprise, and her clear eyes made people feel pity.

"Do you want a water cellar?"

"Sleep (water cellar)?"

The queen's face turned red, like a ripe red apple, she was embarrassed to look up, and secretly pondered, "Tang Seng wants to give a gift when he sleeps, that's ......"

Women are naturally imaginative.

"Does he want to give me a child, and then when he returns, the child can probably be called Daddy, and then the family of three will live together and never be separated!"

Thinking about it, a happy smile spread across the queen's face.

"Okay, then go to my boudoir, it's not convenient here."

The queen smiled shyly, this is the imperial garden, and there are more palace maids coming and going.

"It's okay here, and it won't take much time!"

"There are too many people here, don't be ashamed!"

The queen blushed, almost oozing water.

Tang Seng was a little curious, gave her the drawings of the water cellar, and then explained it a little, why did she still need to go to her boudoir?

"Or maybe the queen is cautious and afraid that someone will eavesdrop?"

Tang Seng shook his head again, it's just a drawing, and it's not a secret, so follow her to the boudoir and explain it again.

So, the two went to the queen's boudoir, which was burned with musk fuel and filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

"Go down, all of you, and don't call you, and don't come in!"

The queen drove out all the palace maids serving in the room, closed the door tightly, and turned to look at Tang Seng, "Brother Yu, is this okay?" ”

"Uh......"

The second monk of Tang Seng was confused, and the queen was too cautious in doing things, which made people feel as if they had a habit of cleanliness.

Tang Seng put the drawings of the water cellar on the table and began to explain.

But the queen's eyes kept falling on Tang Seng and she was too lazy to look at other things.

"What kind of cellar do you prefer?"

Tang Seng said eloquently, "Actually, the poor monk can also design it for you!" ”

"You can sleep as much as you like, I have no experience, it's all up to the royal brother to decide!"

"Of course you don't have experience, you probably haven't seen a water cellar in your life."

Tang Seng said in his heart, and he still told the truth on the surface, "For the water cellar, the poor monk prefers the deep one, and the bigger the inside, the better, so that there is more water in it." ”

The queen was stunned, don't look at her as a queen, in fact, she knows very little about men and women.

"Did he mean there......"

The queen lowered her head, blushing to the base of her neck, and complained in her heart, "This monk speaks so obscenely, he looks dignified, but he is a hooligan!" ”