Everything in this world is sublimated in constant depravity, reborn in ruin, and blooming in despair. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A few years later, the canopy has become a majestic .... Pig.

Or rather, the pig demon.

Gao Laozhuang is famous for being a monster out of the canopy, and people rushed to tell each other, and came from other places to watch the canopy.

Gao Cuilan and Tiancang's way of selling themselves as commodities made Master Gao angry and couldn't afford to get sick.

Even if he was fooled into a pig by the gods, the canopy proved to the gods that even if he was a pig, he would be the marshal of the pig.

Canopy found Wan'er's shadow from Gao Cuilan, so even though he had turned into a monster, he still stayed by Gao Cuilan's side.

As a lover.

The old man who was lying on the bed heard the news reported to him by his subordinates and directly vomited a liter of blood.

Then Gaojiazhuang posted such a notice everywhere.

'The pig demon appeared in the village, and whoever can capture and kill this demon will have ten taels of gold and a beautiful woman. ’

The warriors who claimed to be righteous came to Gao Laozhuang with the thoughts they thought were righteous, and aimed their swords at the canopy holding Gao Cuilan in their arms.

Under the Five Elements Mountain.

"Are you the Monkey King who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago?" a monk walked over and looked at the Monkey King who was crushed under the mountain and asked.

"Yes. Sun Wukong didn't raise his head.

"Are you willing to join forces with me to overthrow this heaven and earth?"

"No, no, no. Sun Wukong looked up at the monk, "You should say, 'Would you like to go to the West Heaven with me to learn scriptures?' ”

"Okay, well, would you like to follow me to the West Heaven to learn scriptures?" said the monk again.

"That's it. ”

Sun Wukong waved his hand, and the monk turned into a monkey hair and slowly fell to the ground.

Sun Wukong blew lightly on the monkey hair, watching the monkey hair slowly disappear into the afterglow of the slanting sun.

He's been doing some one-man shows on his own and himself all these years, and he's tired of it.

However, as Guanyin said, one day after that, a monk will ride a white horse to the Marble Mountains and go with him to find an answer.

I don't know how many more days I'll have to wait.

Sun Wukong lowered his head, he didn't know that his destined master was being punished by the abbot for copying scriptures in the temple.

"What, what's the use of copying these things all day long, it's still painful when it's painful, it's still painful when it's time to be annoyed, speaking of which, Xiaoyu next door seems to have folded my love letter into a plane and thrown it to play. ”

Tang Seng complained while copying the scriptures, and on the right side of the temple was a large courtyard, and the laughter of young girls came from the courtyard.

"Cut, who wants to listen to that old bald donkey, I'm going to go and play with Xiaoyu. ”

The sound outside reached Tang Seng's ears, tickling Tang Seng's heart, and then he looked at the brush in his hand, gritted his teeth and threw the pen on the ground.

"Xuanzang, what are you doing?"

"I dropped my pen and was picking it up. Tang Seng was startled by the sudden voice, but he still replied quickly.

"The monks don't speak, you just can't remember what I've said so many times. ”

The door to the inner room was opened, and a hand shaped like dead wood rested on the door frame, and the man staggered out, as weak as if a gust of wind could knock him down.

"I said abbot, every time I do something wrong, you punish me for copying scriptures, but I copy and copy and copy without any change, it's useless at all, or next time you change another way of punishment, let me sweep the floor, or let me carry water, so that you can contribute to the temple, right? ”

Tang Seng helped the old monk to sit down, and then pinched the old monk's shoulder and said flatteringly.

"Don't think I don't know what's going on in your little head, and I don't want to hang out after all that. ”

"Xuanzang, you are no longer a child, and you have to be responsible for the promises you made. ”

Tang Seng looked straight after hearing the old monk's words: "Abbot, don't worry, I will definitely be responsible for my promise to marry Xiaoyu." ”

"You stinky boy. The old monk stood up and kicked Tang Seng in the leg, and Tang Seng knelt on the ground unsteadily.

"There are all the doubts of the world in the Buddhist scriptures, and all the yearning of the world, you don't say that you put your mind on the Buddhist scriptures, and you are actually obsessed with the things of men and women. ”

The more the old monk spoke, the more angry he became, and his face was a little swollen: "Are you still worthy of being a monk like this?" ”

"I didn't want to be a monk in the first place. Tang Seng looked at the old monk and said.

The old monk's body trembled, sighed deeply, and staggered into the back room.

"Double the copy, I'll read it in the evening. ”

Tang Seng was silent for a while, picked up the pen he threw on the ground and scratched it on the spread of paper.

When Tang Seng left with a small cloth bag on his back, there were only six big words left on the huge paper.

'I'm running away from home!'

Tang Seng was picked up by the abbot, and he had no father, no mother, no worries.

Growing up, I was locked up in the temple and kept the scriptures together, and I could only see a little bit of the outside world when I was shopping for groceries and cooking.

Tang Seng often uses his unique perspective to look at the world, he lifts girls' skirts, picks flowers on cliffs, and steals melons from fellow villagers.

He was often punished by the abbot for copying scriptures for these things, and one copy was a day.

Therefore, Tang Seng couldn't understand what was in those obscure words that could make his abbot so obsessed with abusing him with this volume of books.

You know, books are expensive.

He chose to rebel, and then the abbot used more books to suppress it.

Under the tyranny of the abbot, Tang Seng finally couldn't hold back the little beast in his heart and left the temple.

As soon as Tang Seng left, the old monk came out of the back room again, and sighed at the six big characters on the pen and paper that Tang Seng had thrown on the ground.

"You come from the red dust, and naturally you have to go from the red dust. ”

The old monk went back to the back room, lay down on the bed, and never woke up.

Tang Seng looked left and right on the street, full of curiosity about everything.

"Hey, that monk over there, come here. A voice full of domineering came from behind Tang Seng, and he turned around to look and saw three gangsters half a head taller than him.

The little thug saw that Tang Seng was stupid, and his desire to tease him was even stronger.

"I said monk, where are you mixed up?" The gangster who took the lead stretched out his hand and touched Tang Seng's smooth and shiny head.

After a while, Tang Seng left with small steps, and the three thugs curled up in the corner, looking at Tang Seng who still had a bright smile on his face and kept trembling.

The bouncing Tang Seng stopped in front of a woman.

"Are you sad?"

Tang Seng squatted down and looked at the woman holding the sign of selling her body to bury her father.