Killing something is naturally a joke.

The Bodhisattva didn't dare to fight, and Tang Sanfu didn't think that he would be beaten to death by anyone.

Seeing that the Bodhisattva had a black face, Tang San took off the brocade robe on his body as soon as he raised his hand, and walked to the old host who was kneeling on the ground under Guanyin's bewildered gaze.

"Old host, let's talk about the fact that you set fire to make money and killed yourself, and lost the poor monk's brocade robe.

Look at the poor monk's robe, is it all off the line? ”

Shout!

As soon as Tang San's funeral words were finished, a gust of wind came from his ears, and the next moment, he saw a white jade bell wearing red thread on his wrist.

Tang San's funeral: "......"

"Bodhisattva, is there a mistake?"

The poor monk doesn't want a bell, but the poor monk also wants to save his life.

The corners of the Bodhisattva's mouth twitched, "The red rope is the last one, the bell is the same material as the poor monk's mutton fat jade net bottle, which is refined from the remaining materials at the beginning." ”

"Amitabha, since the Bodhisattva sincerely wants to send it, the poor monk is reluctant to make it difficult, but it is disrespectful."

Tang Sanfu covered the bell on his wrist, looking like he was afraid of being snatched away, but he still had to pay attention to it.

Bodhisattva: "....... Nothing happened, and the poor monk returned to the South China Sea.

In the future, don't look for the poor monk if you have nothing to do, and don't look for me if you have something. ”

As he spoke, auspicious clouds rose under the Bodhisattva's feet, and he flew into the sky with him.

Looking at the departing figure of the Bodhisattva, Tang Sanfu secretly thought in his heart.

It seems that he really offended the Bodhisattva, this is too careful, didn't he just want such a thing, and he was also merciful and compassionate to save the suffering and save the Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Pouting, Tang Sanfu took out a stack of Invitation Runes and patted them on his hand, shook his head and put them away helplessly, "Alas, these good things..... It's probably going to be bad. ”

"Poof!"

The corner of the eye of Guanyin Bodhisattva, who was leaving, caught a glimpse of the movements of Tang San's burial hand, and he couldn't control it, and fell from the sky with a pop.

After that, without waiting for Tang Sanfu to speak, he didn't even look back at him, and the humanoid traces that were smashed out of the ground flew away in a hurry before he had time to clean up.

Looking at the bodhisattva who was out of shape like this, Tang Sanfu pursed his lips and snorted softly, "Heh, monk~"

"I hit Jiangnan and walked through

The face of the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly

Your heart is like a little lonely city

Just like the bluestone streets are late

The trampling sound is not loud, and the spring in March is not revealed

Your heart is a small window closed to it

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes

I'm not a returner, I'm a passerby."

The sound of horses' hooves ticking and the jingling of bells hanging from the wrist make a crisp and pleasant sound with the swing, which makes people feel refreshed.

Tang Sanfu, who was riding on horseback, raised his hands and raised his head, looking at the White Dragon Sister who was coiled on his wrist and the Great Sage who was flying on the somersault cloud, his face couldn't help but show off a little.

"How? How is the poor monk's poem? ”

The Great Sage glanced at him, "Boring." ”

Sister Bailong's voice was crisp, shouting a hidden smile, "Little monk, your poem is impeccable in terms of season, narrative, and lyricism. ”

After praising him, before Tang San could say a few words of modesty, Sister Bailong's voice sounded again, "If it weren't for the words that Jiangnan marks the place, I would almost believe that you made it on the spot." ”

Tang San's burial: "......."

The Great Sage glanced at Tang San's burial again, his eyes were more or less, if there was nothing, he was a little contemptuous.

At this time, nearly two months have passed since the burning of the Guanyin Zen Temple.

When the cold winter passes, the grass grows and the warbler flies, which is a good time for spring and March.

After brushing the copy of the Black Bear Essence, the Great Sage's Nine Turns Xuan Gong broke through to the Fourth Transformation True Immortal Realm beyond expectations, and he was able to easily soar through the clouds, and the golden hoop stick was able to take off in the hands of the Great Sage again.

Because of this, the White Horse and the Nine Rings Tin Staff were both returned to Tang San's hands two months ago.

Today's weather is fine and cloudless, which is a good time to go green.

After being denied the proposal to stop rushing to a picnic barbecue meeting, Tang Sanfu did not feel disappointed, but was in a good mood, and had the urge to recite a poem.

And then .....

Thinking about it, thinking about it, Tang Sanzang came up with a modern poem in a bang, and he remembered that it seemed to be "Mistake" written by a guy named Zheng Yuchou.

originally wanted to impress his apprentice and Sister Bailong, but he didn't want to forget to change the name of the place, which directly exposed the truth of his plagiarism.

Of course, with the thickness of Tang San's face, he naturally would not admit that he had copied it.

What the? You say this is copied?

Well, you call the original author over to confront the poor monk.

What's more, the poor monk is thousands of years earlier than him, who is the copyist, don't you have a little pressure in your heart?

So......

"Ahem, Sister Bailong's eyes are like torches, and she can see that this poem was not created by the poor monk on the spot.

This poem was written by a poor monk in the spring of last year, when he first went down to the Dead Man's Mountain and passed through Jiangnan on the way to Chang'an. ”

"Sigh Rule~"

The white horse under the crotch seemed to be disgusted by Tang San's shameless spirit, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Syllable!

"Scream!"

"It's going to scream!"

"The poor monk made you sigh and scream!"

A slap on the horse's head, as if it was not enjoyable, Tang Sanfu slapped his backhand while training.

The white horse pursed his lips aggrievedly, and did not dare to call again.

Thinking that when he was ridden by the Great Sage under his crotch to spread joy, all kinds of ridicule and bullying Tang Sanburi, it never thought that it would fall into the hands of Tang Sanbury again one day.

Now in the past two months, Tang San's funeral has cleaned it up when he has nothing to do, and he has found all kinds of excuses to pat its head, and it is about to be photographed by Tang San's funeral as Ge You.

Hey? Who is Ge You? Why do I say Ge You?

The doubts in the white horse's heart flashed, but no one paid attention to its thoughts.

Being able to open the spiritual wisdom can be regarded as its creation, and I really want to have any status in this scripture-learning team?

Seeing that the white horse succumbed to his obscenity, Tang Sanfu nodded with satisfaction and continued to ride the white horse.

All the way over the mountains and mountains, after a short walk, the master and apprentice have already walked into a plain.

"Where is the spring, where is the spring~"

Tang Sanfu hummed the faster the song and rode forward, and suddenly saw a big stone in front of him, and suddenly stopped his horse.

"Sigh Rhythm ~~"

The white horse was suddenly reined in and couldn't help but let out a cry of dissatisfaction.

This cry woke up the sleeping young man lying on the boulder, the young man opened his hazy sleepy eyes and looked at the white horse that woke him up, Tang San on the white horse was buried, and Tang San was buried above the great sage.

"Demon ..... Youkai~"

Seeing the shape of the Great Sage's divine martial arts, the young man rolled directly from the boulder to the ground, got up and ran into the distance.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Running and running, the young man retreated to the side of the white horse where Tang San was buried.

"Poof!"

The young man's knees weakened and he knelt directly on the ground, "Monster grandfather!" Monster grandfather, don't eat small ones, the small body is thin, there is no two taels of meat, and the bones are all sour, not delicious, not delicious!

If you want to eat, the small one recommends my lord to you, my lord is rich, the family has a rich living standard, and the body that eats is round and meaty. ”

Obviously running into the distance, but he found that every step he took was going backwards, and the young man didn't know that he had fallen into the hands of the monster, so he immediately sold his master without hesitation.

Listening to the young man's words begging for mercy, inexplicably, Tang San's funeral sounded thirteen years ago, when he was still a little monk.

At that time, he also met a monster, which seemed to be a cute little fox.

At that time, I played with the little fox for a day, and I was very happy, but when I was leaving, the little fox suddenly spoke.

At that time, I thought that the little fox wanted to eat me, and I did not hesitate to sell my master in order to survive.....

After that back..... I slept on my stomach for three whole months.

Thinking of his beautiful childhood, Tang Sanfu couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

"Alas, your name is Gao Cai, right?"

Hearing Tang San's words about ruining his life, Gao Cai's heart was even more flustered, and he even knew his name, which made it clear that he was coming for himself.

Just when Gao Cai added drama to himself in his heart, he had already thought that he had not had time to say goodbye to a stick of incense in front of the tomb of his eighteenth generation ancestor, Tang Sanfu looked at Gao Cai's gaze, and he had already changed his face with relief.

"Gao Cai, the poor monk is very optimistic about you. You look shameless, quite like the style of a poor monk back then. ”

Gao Cai: "......." Nani?

"You..... You won't eat me anymore? ”

Seeing that Tang Sanfu really didn't seem to have the idea of eating himself, Gao Cai couldn't help but raise his head and asked timidly.

Tang Sanfu grinned at Gao Cai, revealing his white teeth, "Amitabha, it's been a long time since poor monks don't eat people!" ”

"Ah~"

It's not just that he's too timid, it's that Tang Sanbu is too much like a bad guy, seeing Tang San's solemn appearance, listening to Tang San's words in a gloomy tone.

Gao Cai, who had a fluctuating heart, rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Forehead ......"

Tang Sanfu looked at the fainted Gao Cai, and looked at the great sage floating in the sky, and couldn't help but pout.

"Could it be that the poor monk really looks so much like a bad person?"

Shaking his head and rejecting this speculation, Tang Sanzang could only attribute the problem to Gao Cai, who came from a small place and had never seen the world.

With peace of mind, he made an excuse for scaring Gao Cai, and Tang Sanfu patted Bai Ma's head.

The white horse understood, lowered his head and stretched out his tongue to lick Gao Cai's face.

Gao Cai's eyelids trembled, but he didn't open his eyes, Tang San Fu signaled, and the white horse licked again.

Still not moving, licking again.

Still not moving, Tang Sanfu spoke, "Xiaobai, this guy looks delicious, and he has given you a tooth sacrifice." ”

"Sigh Rule~"

The white horse let out a cry of joy or contempt, but listening to Gao Cai's ears was a thanksgiving.

Immediately, Gao Cai, who woke up when he was licked for the second time, didn't pretend to be dizzy, and knelt on the ground again as soon as he turned over and poofed.

"Monster grandpa! Monster grandfather, don't eat the small ones, the small ones have an eight-year-old mother, and there are seventy-year-old children waiting to be fed......"

"Okay, stop acting, wasn't the young lady outside your family snatched away by a monster?

Take the poor monk to Gao Laozhuang. ”