Thinking of this, he glanced at Zhu Bajie, who was confused. Dark Dao: It seems that Brother Pig wants to make meritorious contributions more and more.

But no, in the original work, Zhu Bajie killed those literary demons for meritorious service. No matter if it's harmful, if it's a monster, it's dead!

Long Xiaobai's apprentices saw that Tang Seng was swept away, so they had to look for it separately.

And what about Tang Seng? At this time, he was in a place called 'Muxian Nunnery', where tea was good and good hospitality.

"Hahaha! Xiao Xian has been cultivating here for many years, and he has long heard that Elder Tang is extremely literary and proficient in Buddhism. I invited you today, but I was a little presumptuous. ”

It was a middle-aged man with a black beard who spoke.

Tang Seng saw that these monsters were not malicious, and they spoke politely, so he was no longer so afraid.

"Amitabha, dare to ask who this benefactor is?"

"Hahaha! Xiaoxian clumsy horn Jinjie, known as: Eighteen Gong (pine tree)"

As he spoke, he pointed to an arrogant young man beside him and said, "This is the lonely straight man (cypress)"

Then he pointed to two other well-mannered men and an old man and introduced: "This is Lingkongzi (juniper), this is the old man is Weeping Yunsu (bamboo), and this is a naked ghost (maple)." ”

"Elder Tang, it's polite. The four of them saluted Tang Seng.

"Amitabha, thank you for your bows. Tang Seng hurriedly returned the salute.

The Eighteen Princes and others really had no malicious intent, they talked with Tang Seng highly, drank tea and ordered it, but they also chatted happily.

Tang Seng was concerned about learning scriptures, and he was about to leave after chatting, but he was stopped by eighteen people.

"Elder Tang, we have been cultivating for thousands of years again, chanting poems all day long, but no one appreciates and communicates. I just invited the elders here today because I wanted to communicate with them. ”

"This~" Tang Seng looked embarrassed. It's not that I'm scared, but I have something in my heart, how can I have the heart to recite poetry!

"Quack, quack, pretending to be forced, what kind of communication is talking!" With a lewd and strange laugh, a white-clothed, hand-held folding fan, and a gentleman with a partial demeanor appeared in the sky above the Muxian Nunnery.

"Xiaobai, save me!" As soon as Tang Seng heard this voice, he saw this coquettish son, who was not his apprentice!

The tree spirits were shocked, and they didn't even realize how the other party appeared. One by one, they looked scared, but they didn't make a move.

Long Xiaobai is also lucky. I searched everywhere and accidentally found this Muxian Nunnery hidden in the deep mountains and dense forests. If Zhu Bajie is found first, it is estimated that several rakes will be killed.

Long Xiaobai slowly fell, glanced at a few tree spirits, and the current level was not very high. In addition, the literary demons who are all against the poetry have no means to control them. Instead, he shook the folding fan, walked up to Tang Seng and said, "The disciple is late, so the master is frightened." ”

"Amitabha, it doesn't matter, these donors have no ill intentions. It's just for the teacher to remember and learn from the scriptures. Xiaobai, hurry up and take the teacher away. ”

"Dare to ask who this son is?" Seeing that the person who came was personable and extraordinary, he secretly thought that he should be a fellow practitioner.

"In Xialong Xiaobai, he is the master's little disciple. ”

"Long Xiaobai, but that little white dragon?" Eighteen Gong's face changed.

"No, exactly!" Long Xiaobai said.

"Oh mom! Run!" When Chuiyunsuo heard that it was a little white dragon, he was so frightened that his beard was cocked, and he ran away. And the others were all pale, looking like they were going to run away.

"Fuck it!, what do you mean?" Long Xiaobai couldn't help but wonder when he saw that he had failed to pretend to be forced.

"Stop, what are you running?" "Since you pretend to be elegant and force failure, you just treat it as your nature.

Sure enough, all the demons trembled, and they all froze in place one by one.

"Amitabha, Xiaobai, don't kill them. "Tang Seng knows that he is an apprentice. The female goblin is better, and the man barely survives.

"Master doesn't have to worry, the disciple won't kill them. Long Xiaobai smiled slightly, but he frightened all the demons.

"Grandpa Long, I'm just asking Elder Tang to come over and communicate, there is no malice, please spare us!" Eighteen Gong directly knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously.

"Damn, is Master Long so scary?" asked Long Xiaobai depressedly.

"Oh! Who doesn't know your prestige Grandpa Long! I have never gone out in this Muxian Nunnery before I heard the name of Grandpa Long. What is the big trouble in the underworld, the extinction of the Flame Mountain, the Nantianmen hard resistance to the Lao Jun's blow, the fighting method to destroy the three demons, the enthronement of the daughter country, the robbery of the Bodhisattva's mount, the ginseng fruit of the Yuan Daxian in the absolute town, the crossing of the White Bone Mountain......"

Long Xiaobai's deeds were directly told by the eighteen one by one. Coupled with the other party's literary and artistic fan, adding oil and vinegar to this, Long Xiaobai himself didn't believe it.

"Ahem~That~ Is Long Ye really that powerful?" Long Xiaobai coughed twice, interrupting Eighteen Gong's talking.

"Yes, yes, Grandpa Long, your prestige has spread all over the Three Realms!" said the Eighteenth Duke with a look of adoration.

"Oh, is it, not really?" Long Xiaobai sneered.

The eighteenth prince was excited, and his face became a little unnatural.

Of course, Long Xiaobai knew that he still had a lot of notoriety, and the other party didn't dare to say it. But when I thought about it, I couldn't help but drift a little.

Along the way, his reputation seems to have overshadowed Sun Wukong.

"Xiaobai, let's go. Tang Seng urged.

"Ho ho, Master, my old pig has come to save you!" Zhu Bajie's voice arrived before the voice arrived.

Immediately afterwards, he appeared with Sun Wukong in Muxian Nunnery.

Sun Wukong didn't make a move when he saw this formation, but walked to Tang Seng's side.

Zhu Bajie saw that these monsters were generally cultivated, so he raised his rake and was about to kill them!

"Ho ho! Monster! Catch my master! Die!"

"Eight precepts, no. Tang Seng hurriedly stopped. Mainly due to the appearance of Long Xiaobai, there was no such thing as these people acting as matchmakers for him to provoke him. Otherwise, the results can be imagined.

"Ho ho, Master, why don't you kill these monsters!" Zhu Bajie didn't fight, but asked puzzled.

"Elder Tang, we were wrong, let's send you away!" The Eighteenth Duke was completely frightened in the face of the fierce and vicious Zhu Bajie.

The little white dragon is notorious and hasn't done it directly, but Zhu Bajie, who has always been known as a lazy eater, didn't expect to be so fierce and vicious.

"Amitabha, disciples, let's go. Tang Seng shouted the Buddha's horn and was about to leave.

"Master, you go first, the disciple still has some things. Long Xiaobai decided not to leave first. Of course, it's for the 'plant' that hasn't shown up.

"Xiaobai, what else do you have to do?" Tang Seng was puzzled.

Long Xiaobai smiled slightly, shook the folding fan lightly and said: "Master, the disciple has been fond of reciting poems since he was a child, but on the way, in addition to subduing demons, he is in a hurry, and he has not met a confidant. Therefore, the disciple would like to have a good exchange with these people. Master, you are also proficient in this way, and you should understand the feelings of your disciples. ”

Tang Seng nodded, saying that if he wasn't proficient in Buddhism, his poetry would be a little worse, and he really wanted to chat with these literary demons for a while. However, these few are not monks who understand Buddhist scriptures, but tree demons who only know how to chant poetry.

(End of chapter)