Tang Sanzang's qi and blood surged, and he had just eaten a hundred-year-old ginseng, so his nosebleeds started flowing out on the spot.
Sun Wukong and Sha Seng couldn't bear to look at him, with disgust on their faces, and looked away, as if they wanted to distance themselves from the monk.
Qin Ran coughed dryly, and Tang Sanchuang suddenly came back to his senses. His face turned red, he wiped away the nosebleed, and stared at the woman in front of him with burning eyes, his heart burning.
"I wonder where the female Bodhisattva came from?"
I really got what I thought of. There are female fairies in this place, and they are as beautiful as flowers. I don't know how much higher than those ordinary women.
Xingshu Jing was stunned for a moment, frightened by Tang Sanzang's fiery eyes, and filled with a strange feeling in his heart. How could this eminent monk from the Tang Dynasty act like a local ruffian? Although he was handsome, he was a bit handsome.
, but he is careless, his expression is still mean, and he has no temperament at all.
On the contrary, the young man in white next to him has a fairy-like temperament. Just looking at him from a distance gives people a feeling of spring breeze.
Xingshu Jing said, "I heard the noise outside and knew that a distinguished guest was here, so I came to see him. I wonder where the holy monk came from?"
Tang Sanzang's eyes were fiery, and he took a step forward and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk Tang Sanzang came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. On the orders of the Tang King, he went to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures."
Seeing the bloody nose on Tang Sanzang's face, the Apricot Tree Spirit felt a little disgusted for some reason and took a step back slightly.
"Then the holy monk must have profound Buddhist teachings." The apricot tree spirit said with a faint smile.
"No, no, it's just that I have been practicing Buddhism for a little longer. The poor monk has returned to Buddhism since he was born, so he has dabbled in all Hinayana Buddhist scriptures. I dare not say that he is an expert, he is just a rough master." Tang Sanzang said modestly, but with no face.
The expression on his face clearly gave him away.
"What you don't know is that Master Tripitaka was treated as a distinguished guest by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty. If we talk about his mastery of Buddhism, he is second. No one dares to call him first. He is also talented, has extraordinary conversation, and poetry.
I am proficient in all kinds of songs and poems, and I can recite them casually, and they are all good verses."
Qin Ran said with conscience, which made Tang Sanzang feel elated, and his whole body was in a state of ecstasy, and his good impression of Qin Ran was rising rapidly. Mr. Qin was indeed a trustworthy person, and he would help him if he was asked to do so.
Seeing Tang Sanzang's shameless look, the Apricot Tree Spirit burst out laughing.
Tang Sanzang thought he was favored by the beauty, so he smiled broadly and kept getting closer to the apricot tree spirit, but the apricot tree spirit always kept a certain distance from him.
As for the four old men next to them, they looked at each other in confusion. The information they gave was wrong. Didn't it mean that Tang Sanzang was an enlightened monk? Why didn't he act like a disciple now?
If I had known it was so easy to do, why would I bother so much? Just let the apricot tree spirit come out. But with Sun Wukong watching next to me, it was difficult to make a move. Now these tree spirits were polite again, but now they are accompanied by beautiful women.
, Tang Sanzang is something you can’t ask for.
The apricot tree spirit ordered the two maids beside her to bring them delicious wine and delicacies. This wine was actually fruit wine, and it tasted pretty good. Qin Ran was used to drinking fairy wine, and suddenly he tasted this mortal wine and it actually had a different flavor. As for these
The dishes were all vegetarian. Sun Wukong and Sha Monk were used to eating meat, so they didn't like it at all. They went out to hunt some game.
It was useless for them to worry. As soon as Tang Sanzang saw this beautiful woman, he couldn't walk and his soul was gone. Moreover, Sun Wukong had already seen that this must be another disaster planned by the Buddhists. But now that Qin Ran is here,
It was expected that the monster would not be able to cause much trouble, so he was naturally not worried.
Tang Sanzang was drinking fruit juice, looking directly at the apricot tree spirit, and his words were quite rude, which made the four old men next to him confused. However, the apricot tree spirit was not very interested in him, but was interested in Qin Ran.
I admired him very much and toasted to him frequently.
The pine tree spirit smiled politely and said: "The holy monk said this, he must be quite proficient in Zen. I am not talented, so please give me some advice."
Tang Sanzang was slightly displeased. This old man was too old to look at him. Didn't you see that he was trying to flirt with a girl? Besides, what nonsense is Buddhism? He had never touched any scriptures during his journey.
There is nothing wrong with him talking nonsense, but if you ask him to talk about serious Zen methods, isn't that embarrassing?
Tang Sanzang simply refused, "Forget it, this poor monk is not feeling well today."
The apricot tree spirit said deliberately, "Holy monk, this young master said that you are talented and proficient in poetry. With such a good time and beautiful scenery, please give me some advice."
Tang Sanzang had a look of embarrassment on his face. He was just talking casually. He didn't even read Buddhist scriptures, let alone any poems. If this continues, sooner or later he will be exposed.
Why are the monsters here so weird? They don't want to eat meat, drink alcohol, or do evil, but they actually like to study poetry and articles. It's really weird.
"Since the holy monk didn't say anything, it seems that he agreed, so I will show my shame first and invite the holy monk and the young master Yazheng." The apricot tree spirit first sang a song, praising how beautiful the moonlight is, and then expressed his feelings.
, sad for spring and sad for autumn, in Qin Ran's opinion, the level can only be regarded as ordinary.
But the four old men were very supportive and praised them endlessly.
However, Tang Sanzang was confused, and due to lack of words, he could only keep praising "good poems, good poems" to relieve the embarrassment.
Qin Ran also gave a few polite compliments, which immediately attracted the beauty's favor. Tang Sanzang felt sour in his heart.
In order, the four old men each chanted a song. During this process, Tang Sanzang kept scratching his head and ears, looking extremely anxious, but what was supposed to come would always come.
"Holy monk, it's your turn."
Several old men stared at Tang Sanzang with bright eyes, smiling so hard that wrinkles appeared on their faces. They clearly wanted to see this guy make a fool of himself, and Xingshu Jing was even more looking forward to it.
Facing Tang Sanzang who was winking crazily, Qin Ran showed a helpless expression.
The anxious Tang Sanzang looked at the rolling mountains outside, and had an idea: "The mountains in the distance are dark, thin at the top and thick at the bottom. If you turn the mountain upside down, it will be thin at the bottom and thick at the top."
There was a burst of laughter, Qin Ran spit out a mouthful of wine, and Xingshu Jing lay on the table, laughing so hard that his stomach hurt.
The corner of the pine tree spirit's mouth twitched, and he said with a strange expression, "The holy monk is really talented. I have never heard of such a poem."
Tang Sanzang breathed a sigh of relief and secretly sighed at his own wit. Looking at the apricot tree spirit who was about to burst out laughing, his pride rose sharply. He was not ashamed, but proud of it, and said scornfully: "Female Bodhisattva, poor monk
How are your poems?"
The Xingshu Jing just kept smiling and didn't answer, so she figured out that this so-called eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty was just a fool. The news he had received before was all false, so he had given up all his thoughts long ago.
Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva could not help but frowned as he noticed the lively scene below. These monsters were afraid of Qin Ran next to them, so they never dared to attack him. They had to do it out of help, and if they were allowed to continue to develop, maybe this