"It's still too late......"

Dewu's hearing is so good, before he gets closer, he faintly hears the sound of storytelling.

Dao Yu and Dao Yun looked at each other blankly, and their faces were still very reluctant.

It's just inexplicable......

Originally, the two of them were excitedly preparing to listen to Elder Zhou Fu's lecture, but an abbot jumped out halfway and caught them, and said what kind of story they would hear.

Although some eminent monks have used very reasonable stories to influence the world, I have never heard anyone talk about monkeys......

That's unreliable......

"Abbot...... I...... We still want to hear Elder Zhou Fu preach......" Dao Yu said with some unwillingness.

"Shhhhhhhh

The three of them got closer and closer, only to find that the surroundings were full of monks.

"This ...... They're all here to hear stories?"

Dao Yun looked at the crowd with some confusion, a little incredulous, even when Elder Zhou Fu was preaching, he had never seen such a situation.

Dewu twisted the two of them and kept squeezing forward, which made some monks dissatisfied.

Occasionally, a monk turned his head in disgust and wanted to curse, but after seeing that the person was enlightened, he had to nod with a smile and continue listening to the story.

Wukong turned around and wanted to run, but the Buddha's eyes were fast, and he pounced with his backhand, pushing Wukong out of the West Heaven Gate...... Crush Goku firmly down the mountain. The gods in the sky clasped their palms together one by one, and said hello......"

......

Daoyun also faintly heard his master's voice, and his brows furrowed even deeper, he was indeed telling a story, but ...... How is this possible?

In his cognition, this master of his is a lazy and lazy man, and even a disgusting guy who can only play.

What kind of fire phoenix is burning the plain, the that stained him last time was not cleaned, and now there is still some smell on his body......

"Senior Brother Dao Min!" Dao Yu suddenly shouted loudly.

Because he was seeing the figure in front of him at this time, it was Senior Brother Dao Min who he had just met on the road, and he didn't expect to come here to listen to the story.

Did he say that it was an interesting story told by an elder here?

Dao Yu suddenly became a little curious, but he looked at Dao Yun's bewildered expression and asked, "Dao Yun, do you know who this elder is who tells the story?" But this place is a little familiar...... Seems like you're staying ......."

"It's the storyteller who ...... My master ......"

Dao Yun scratched his bald head and said with some hesitation.

"What?Elder Zhou?"

Dao Yu was still a little expectant, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

It turned out to be the guy who only asked his apprentice to dig dung.

I guess it's some kind of evil way, right?

Thinking of this, Dao Yu looked at the little monk on the roof, his eyes were full of doubt.

Dao Yun's eyes looked at the figure in front of him, and that person was Dao Min who met on the road.

Dao Min was looking up sideways, as if he was listening to the story very carefully, it didn't seem to be a fraud at all, and at this time, he seemed to have noticed Dao Yun's gaze, and hurriedly beckoned and said: "Senior Brother Daoyun, oh, Senior Brother Dao Lin is also here? I heard that Zhou Bangyan's talented man is also here, look at the ...... over there."

After Dao Min finished speaking, he excitedly pointed to a figure dressed as a talented man in front of him.

"What?"

However, because the two were far away, Dao Min spoke relatively quietly, so Dao Yun didn't hear clearly.

Because Dewu kept squeezing forward, the two of them were lifted high, but their crotches kept rubbing in the bald pile.

Let's be honest...... It hurts a little......

But the two of them just blushed and were embarrassed to say it.

Dao Yu looked at Dao Yun with pain on his face, as if he heard the sound of an egg breaking.

The voice of storytelling slowly came into the ears of the two, but the two of them had never heard the previous one at all, and at this time, it sounded like they didn't know what Li Bai would say again, so they couldn't help but wonder a little, but it didn't sound like there was any meaning.

Dao Yu frowned, looked at Dao Yun, who was also confused, and asked, "Do you understand?"

Daoyun shook his head.

......

But at this moment, a rough voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

"Elder Zhou Gong, I said that the disciples are gone, it turns out that they all came to you!"

The voice sounded a little yin and yang, which was very uncomfortable, like a knife, as if it had cut the storytelling voice apart.

The little monk on the roof also stopped talking, frowned, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the person who spoke as if he was a little puzzled.

The scene suddenly became still.

The story was abruptly interrupted by this voice, and everyone looked at the person who spoke with some dissatisfaction.

"I just mean you! Elder Zhou Gong! No! You can't be called an elder at all! Even the disciples of the White Horse Temple are not worthy of being them!"

The voice sounded again, and the person who spoke was now quietly looking at the man on the roof.

"Elder Zhou Fu!"

After seeing the face of the person who spoke, someone couldn't help but shout.

"Elder Zhou Tong is also ...... Elder Zhou Ming ......"

The people who followed Zhou Fu were also recognized, and only then did they realize that it seemed that all the elders had come together.

What the hell is going on?

A monk looked up at the sky, this time should be the time to preach, these elders are not preaching, why are they here?

Are they all here to hear stories?

In the eyes of other monks, it is entirely possible, and the magic of this story is really not ordinary.

The monks present basically listened to the story told by the monk who came back from listening to the scriptures last night, and then they couldn't help but come and listen, the main reason is that last night's story happened to be told in a very critical place, so that everyone who listened to it wanted to know what would happen to the monkey later.

Originally, these monks just had the mentality of coming over to listen to the ending and going back to listen to Zhou Fu's lectures, but they didn't expect that as soon as they sat down, their buttocks would be obsessed and disobedient, and they didn't think about it at all, and the more they listened, the more energetic they became.

Although there are some picture novels in this world today, after all, when poetry was popular, these picture novels were not very good, and they could only be shown to children.

However, Journey to the West, as one of China's four famous novels, certainly has its own unique charm, otherwise there would not be countless derivatives adapted from Journey to the West in modern times, and the TV series alone has also been filmed in four or five versions.

"Hah...... Elders, please be seated!"

The little monk's voice was not loud, using the voice of the previous storytelling, but the people present could basically hear it.

"Sit?" Elder Zhou Fu snorted coldly, his face becoming extremely ugly: "You deceitful and famous thief, how can you be qualified to stand here?"

"Oh?"

The little monk only frowned slightly, and by the moonlight he could see that he touched his bald head.

"What?"

If the other elders said this, the monks present might only treat him as a joke, but Elder Zhou Fu's reputation in the temple was no less than that of Abbot Dewu, and there were many elders standing behind him.

As soon as this sentence came out, it caused a lot of commotion.

"Huh...... I don't know if you've ever heard of a poem?" Elder Zhou Fu sneered, and then continued word by word: "This poem shines at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting! After hearing this poem, no one dares to write a Mid-Autumn Festival poem!"