Chapter 332: Zu'an Tang Sanzang
The peerless face that captivates the country and the city, smiles, like flowers blooming in spring, and spring is full of gardens.
No man in the world can refuse this alluring woman.
"Finally there was a normal one. Tang Sanzang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I saw the gorgeous woman giggle, holding a large pot of wine, and said softly: "Could it be that the eighteenth prince brought a new friend over to entertain us?"
"Hehe, you little girl is not shy at all. This time, the old man, I brought the famous holy monk of the Tang Dynasty......" The Eighteen Gong laughed, as if he saw Tang Sanzang's eyes with a little more strange look, and couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Holy monk, our little apricot girl has always been very naughty, please have a big sea. Eighteen Gong smiled.
Tang Sanzang waved his hand and said: "It's okay, girlish feelings are always spring, and playfulness is always flattering......"
Before he could finish speaking, the little apricot girl came from a distance with a sigh of tea.
I saw that her upper body was still a girl, but her lower body was an extremely thick vine.
Obviously, it hasn't been completely transformed yet!
Tang Sanzang: "......"
"Holy monk, do you think you can be pleasing if you are playful?" Xingxian said as she covered her face and pretended to be shy.
"Ahem, playful bear kids are always pleasing ...... Kill and send it to the landfill!" Tang Sanzang rolled his eyes, then took a deep breath, struggling to consider whether to use the Flame Burst Talisman to warm these monsters.
Or let the light of Mahayana Buddhism illuminate their lives?
Let them know the bodhisattva heart and compassionate means of the poor monks?
Just when Tang Sanzang hesitated, the green-haired Lingkongzi clapped his hands and said: "Since he is a holy monk from the Tang Dynasty, he must be a rich scholar and a rich five-car, and he can do everything in poetry and songs, why don't we come to chant poems and compare them?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone clapped their palms and shouted.
Tang Sanzang rolled his eyes and said in his heart: "Yes to your sister, Lao Tzu doesn't know how to do poetry at all." If you have to ask the poor monk to make a move, the poor monk will have to let you see what it means to be both civil and military. ”
"Holy monk, it's rare to come once, it's better to sit down and have fun. Xingxian smiled.
Tang Sanzang looked at her body, which only had vines left, and fell into deep thought.
Playing, what are you going to do with the poor monks?
You look like this, can't you be a poor monk to give you a pole dance, okay?
"The poor monk really just wants to go to the toilet. Tang Sanzang's face was calm, and he slowly raised the nine-ring tin staff, and was about to go out.
Unexpectedly, the eighteenth prince stood in front of Tang Sanzang.
"Hehe, if you want to stop the poor monk, it seems that I have to destroy your group. ”
Tang Sanzang laughed secretly in his heart, but he didn't expect the eighteenth prince to smile and say: "It's the old man's fault, the old man will take you over immediately, please wait for a while." ”
Tang Sanzang: "......"
I like, if you are like this, it will be difficult for the poor monks to attack you.
That's it, seeing that you are also lonely monsters staying here, the poor monk will not embarrass you.
As soon as he thought of this, Tang Sanzang sighed, turned his head and waved his hand, "No need." ”
The Eighteenth Duke was very surprised, and the naked ghost smiled and said, "Holy monk, aren't you too anxious, and then pull it up to your pants?"
Tang Sanzang: "......"
You dead man red-haired ghost, believe it or not, when the poor monk pulls it directly on your head, will you speak?
Tang Sanzang's face was dark, and he felt that he needed to teach these monsters how to behave well.
I saw Tang Sanzang pick up a jar of rice wine, let Xingxian pour it down towards the wall of his wine glass, and then let her put the rice wine away.
"We might as well warm up before we play the chord. Tang Sanzang squinted his eyes and smiled slightly: "Can you see Xingxian pouring wine for the poor monk before?"
Eighteen Princes: "???"
"Holy monk, this pouring wine is very normal, is there anything wrong?" Fu Yunsu frowned, his big head completely unable to figure out what the hell Tang Sanzang was doing.
"Holy monk, are you asking us to guess the word puzzle?" asked Gu Zhigong, who was worthy of being the embodiment of wisdom, scratching his bald head.
"That's right. Tang Sanzang sat firmly on the Diaoyu Tai and said with a smile: "This seemingly ordinary action is full of eight-character mantras, guess?"
"Isn't this just pouring wine?" the rest of the people scratched their heads, and couldn't figure out what the hell this was.
Tang Sanzang looked at everyone with a smile, and after waiting for a long time, everyone still couldn't guess.
"Holy monk, say it quickly, I'm also curious. Xingxian had an anxious look on her face.
Tang Sanzang smiled slightly, pointed to the rice wine that was still left on the wine glass, and said with a smile: "Isn't this the wall of the cup obscene and full of yellow?"
"Oh, I see. Xingxian suddenly realized.
"That's right, Xingxian was the wall of the cup before, full of yellow. Everyone nodded their heads.
Tang Sanzang smiled and nodded: "It's despicable and obscene, full of yellow!"
But how does it feel like something is wrong?
Everyone faintly felt a strange feeling.
"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for teasing the Dryads with death, rewarding experience points +80!"
Tang Sanzang squinted his eyes and sighed in his heart, he said in his heart that he was a thousand-year-old monster, so he had such a little experience point.
It seems that the poor monks have to stay and educate them well.
"Why don't we use poetry as a pleasure, and the theme is better than choosing the word praise, how about it?" Eighteen Gong proposed on a whim.
"Okay, I agree!" The rest of the people clapped their hands, and the green-haired Lingkong Zi smiled and said: "The guest is respectful, it is better to let the holy monk come first, but it is good." ”
"This is okay!" and then the dryads began to heckle again.
Tang Sanzang's face was dark, and the poor monk in his heart would recite woolen poems, and the poems of praise in my mind were probably what the sea was, you were my mother.
Then a wave of evil rushed over, and then it became: Ah, damned stepmother!
But the Eighteenth Duke and the others looked at Tang Sanzang with anticipation, and Tang Sanzang was not easy to push, but smiled slightly: "Okay, the poor monk will come first." ”
Hmph, since you are dead, the poor monk will strike first.
Then Tang Sanzang shook his head, clasped his hands behind his back, and said with a slight smile: "Ah, praise your kind mother, may your mother bloom in the bright night sky and turn into thousands of sparks fluttering in the wind." ”
When the Eighteen Princes heard this, they were stunned by this new way of composing poetry.
When the naked ghost and the others heard this, they instantly burst into tears, with tears in their eyes.
Tang Sanzang: "???"
"It's nothing, we suddenly remembered our mother, and we brothers were floating in the air and falling to the ground with the wind, and we hadn't seen our mother before. I don't know how nice it would be to see my mother floating in the air like a starlight. The naked ghost and the others looked yearning.
At this time, Tang Sanzang's ears were sounding with the voice of the system: "Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for congratulating the mother of the tree spirits for blowing up, rewarding experience points +50!"
Tang Sanzang was a little embarrassed, but Xingxian and the others were in a hurry, and urged repeatedly: "Holy monk, your poem should not be finished, you still have it below." ”
"There is something below, how could it not be. Tang Sanzang's face changed slightly, and he said in his heart, this apricot immortal really asks questions.
Your question makes the poor monk very embarrassed, is it possible that the poor monk wants to say that the following is gone?
It seems that you still need the poor monks to continue to bless you.