Fang Jun......

At this moment, Fang Jun suddenly had a feeling of tears in his eyes.

How many years!

I have been looked down upon since I was born.

After all—

His father is Fang Xuanling.

The minister of the humerus of the Tang Dynasty is as gentle as a gentleman of jade.

This is something recognized by the entire Datang.

But he doesn't have anything in common with his father.

was born with a black face, not only completely different from his father, but also somewhat similar to Lu Guogongcheng's bite of gold.

Back then, even because of this incident, his wife once went to the Taiji Hall to die Mingzhi.

This made all kinds of rumors disappear.

originally thought that it was just like this, and then Fang Xuanling's son should at least achieve something in the literary world.

After all, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and the sons of mice will make holes, as has been the case since ancient times.

And then—

Then Fang Jun grew longer and more crooked.

It doesn't matter if he looks less and less like Fang Xuanling.

The literary style is even more of a mess.

On the contrary, he was born like a little calf, even some military generals who have been working hard since childhood.

Although Fang Xuanling's wife swore by a curse, no one dared to say anything.

But everyone also looked down on Fang Jun more and more.

Everyone regards Fang Jun as a wasted person who can't do anything.

Even his own good old father thinks so.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have arranged the identity of a song colt for myself early.

Although for Gao Yang, he is very satisfied.

But who doesn't want to be looked down upon by others?

Unexpectedly-

Unexpectedly, a little monk of this Pure Land Temple actually had such eyesight.

Sure enough, my bereaved love is buried gold.

It shines wherever you go.

"Master, you are really my confidant!"

Fang Yiai suddenly cried a little bitterly and said.

Xuanzang ......

"Come on, master, let's compare, whoever has more strength. ”

Although he was impressed by Xuanzang's discernment, he still had to do what he had to do.

Fang Yiai suddenly showed a touch of pride.

His Majesty's secret mission was to let the three of them test the monk's force.

But after really seeing the strength of this monk, the three of them were suddenly stunned.

We're not stupid!

Why can't you be beaten to death by that monk!

But it's not impossible to test it on the side!

"Amitabha, the poor monk wants to tell a story to the benefactor first. “

Xuanzang looked at Fang Yiai, his eyes were full of gossip.

This guy is a famous cuckold king in history!

"No, master, we're coming, I'm coming. “

"The poor monk said, listen!"

Xuanzang raised his palm in front of Fang Yiai, slowly clenched it, and suddenly made a creaking sound.

"Gollum~"

Fang Yiai swallowed a deep mouthful of saliva, and swallowed what he was about to say by the way.

Suddenly, I felt a little panicked.

"In spring, beautiful flowers are attracting bees and butterflies. ”

Xuanzang raised his head, as if a whole sea of flowers appeared in front of him, and countless bees were constantly going in and out of the flower room.

Amitabha, this life is really full of beauty.

If only you could have a pair of eyes that find beauty.

Even if you don't have the artwork of various teachers, you can get it very chic.

Looking at Fang Jun with a confused face, Xuanzang shook his head.

Comprehension is too low!

The young bee asked the green leaf suspiciously: leaves, leaves. You're so ugly, and you don't have the sweetness of flowers, what's the use of you?"

Without waiting for Fang Yiai to ask, Xuanzang opened his mouth and continued.

At this time, even Fang Jun pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

It seems that this is the first time he has heard this form of story, and he also wants to know how Ye Zi will answer.

So Ye Zi said humbly: My wife is good-looking. But I have money, and the flowers must rely on my photosynthesis to feed them. ”

"Poof~"

Fang Jun couldn't help laughing.

Although this is a bit rough, Fang Jun feels that there doesn't seem to be any problem, just like himself, he was born with a good family background, and he can marry a beauty like a princess.

"Amitabha, good, good. ”

Looking at Fang Yiai, who looked proud, Xuanzang was speechless and a little sympathetic.

The bees seemed to understand whether they understood or not, and continued to go in and out of the flowers, and the wind blew, and the flowers seemed to tremble.

Under the sun, the leaves seem to be a little greener. ”

Xuanzang looked at Fang Jun, and Fang Jun also looked at Xuanzang.

"Amitabha, have you realized it?

Xuanzang asked.

"Master, what am I going to realize?"

Fang Jun asked with a confused expression.

Isn't that the story of bees, leaves, and flowers?

Is there any special meaning that can't be done?

"Realize it yourself!"

Looking at Fang Yiai, who looked puzzled, Xuanzang's mind darkened, and then strode towards the direction of the meditation room where the abbot was.

"Master, master, wait, you haven't compared to me-"

"Bang~"

The fist stopped less than a centimeter away from Fang Jun's face, and the fierce wind blew Fang Jun's hair messy.

Fang Jun was stunned!

Just now, I really felt a threat of death.

Legs, I couldn't help but tremble a little.

"Amitabha, the poor monk advises the donor to go home and see your mother-in-law-"

Speaking of this, Xuanzang's voice froze.

The eyes that were originally unusually bright also looked a little dull and lost their former brilliance.

Crossing seems to be the beginning of a person's journey from the ordinary to the awesome.

Even if you don't have a golden finger, you can fool people by relying on the advanced knowledge that knows the plot in advance or is simply ahead of the times.

I don't dare to talk about becoming a Buddha and an ancestor, but a rich life is extremely easy.

However, after really crossing over, Xuanzang said that this is a big misunderstanding.

Memory is not the same thing as a memory card.

Memories can be blurry.

It's like a major class in your college, if you weren't engaged in a similar career, how much would you remember in a decade or so?

So when I found that my memory was blurry, I wrote down the original Journey to the West in a way that combined simplified Chinese characters with Chinese pinyin.

In fact, I wanted to finish it in English, but I was a little worried that the god stick of the Lord really existed in this world, so I only used Hanyu Pinyin.

It's not because of the English food of the poor monks!

And then—

Who is Fang's beloved wife?

It seems to be-

Xuanzang looked at Fang Yiai, who was trembling, and his expression was a little sluggish.

"You... What's the name of the princess you are engaged to?"

Xuanzang's tone lacked a trace of calmness in the past, and a little more urgency.

"High... Princess Gaoyang. ”

"Boom~"

At this moment, Xuanzang's head exploded as if he had been recognized as a bomb, and a long forgotten memory began to explode in his mind, and the story of the cuckold royal family who loved his wife and a little monk for a long time began to explode

Gao Yang!

Debate!

Fang bereavement love?!

Amitabha, God, you are playing with the poor monks!