Journey to the West: Funeral Mission to the West

The silence of the night is like raindrops, and the shadows of autumn are like clouds.

Pangen has learned the formula of longevity, so it is especially appropriate to be ordered not to be old.

Staying in the crane and transforming into a dragon is not a vulgar generation, and the blue sky is refreshing and close to the fairyland. "

Old man Fuyun was not far behind, and immediately recited a poem:

"There are thousands of years to waste in the cold of the year, and the old scene is more quiet and quiet.

Not noisy, dusty and indifferent, weathered through frost and snow.

The seven sages talk together as a couple, and the six sages sing for their friends.

Can jade knocking gold is not trivial, natural temperament and immortal travel. "

The Eighteenth Duke of Jinjie smiled and said:

"I have been around for more than a thousand years, and I am chaste and beautiful.

Pity the power of the rain and dew, and borrow the good fortune machine of Qiankun.

The wind and smoke in the myriad gullies are only filled by me, and the four seasons are scattered and let me scatter.

Covering Zhang Cuiying and keeping celestial beings, playing the game of tuning the piano and preaching books. "

The four of them shook their heads, each said a poem, and then looked at Tang Sanzan expectantly.

Looking at it like that, it seems that he is waiting for a compliment from the eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty...

However, after waiting for a long time, they only saw a pair of big dazed eyes staring under a naked marinated egg.

The Eighteenth Duke couldn't wait and asked, "Holy Monk, what do you think of our poems?"

Tang Sanzan stared at them, looked at them like a fool and said, "I just asked how old you are, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? Can we speak human language properly?"

The four old men stood there in a daze, looked at each other, and saw the anger in each other's eyes. Isn't this bald man too arrogant?

They even trampled on our poems like shit!

Shibagong still wanted to redeem some, so he laughed at himself: "The holy monk is looking down on our poems... Think about it, too, how can our poems and poems in the mountains and wilds enter the eyes of the holy monks of the Tang Dynasty. Thanks to us and that Han When Shi Sihao compared them, he called himself Si Cao."

Hearing this, Tang Sanbu subconsciously took three steps back, clutching the chrysanthemum, and exclaimed: "Are you still saying that you are not old perverts? Si Fuck, you all want to join the group!"

Everyone was speechless for a while, what is this all about?

Old man Fuyun patted his thigh angrily and shouted: "Holy Monk, you misunderstood. The Four Exercises we are talking about are moral exercises, which mean high moral integrity, not... not the sports you mentioned!"

Tang Sanzun looked at the four old men suspiciously, and saw that the faces of the four old men were about to explode, so he covered his chrysanthemum and said, "Okay, I'll trust you first, but don't come near me!"

The four old men snorted, wishing they could slap this bastard in the face!

Ling Kongzi smiled and said, "I wonder how old you are this year?"

The old man Fuyun immediately made up his sword and said: "Since the holy monk looks down on our poems, why don't the eminent monks also write a poem to let us learn more? By the way, introduce yourself?"

Everyone applauded in unison.

Tang Sanzan was suddenly stunned.

He's good at fighting, and he's good at driving, but composing poetry...he really can't!

But this guy is also a genius. After carefully thinking about the poems spoken by the old men just now, it seems that they are some words... He can't understand the details, but it seems that rhymes are fine.

He can try this!

Thinking of this, Tang Sanzan cleared his throat: "If that's the case, then the poor monk will try?"

Chapter 115

When the four old men heard this, they immediately became interested, and all of them looked at Tang Sanzan with bright eyes, just waiting to pick a stab and hit him back in the face.

Tang Sanzan looked around, stroked his chin, looked up at the sky, and then had an inspiration: "

First there was Pangu and then there was heaven,

The avenue is still before Pangu.

Dao children do not know how to count,

I teach Dao One Two Three! "

"puff!"

The four old men almost spat out a mouthful of old blood!

Each of them has only lived for a thousand years or so. When composing poems, they just bragged a little, saying that it was more than 1000 years, or only a few thousand years, and they all felt flushed and panicked.

Well now, the bald man opened his mouth and became his teacher!

This awesomeness made him brag, he went straight to heaven!

He is Master Dao.

So what are they?

I'm afraid it doesn't even count as a tadpole.

The four old men looked at Tang Sanzan with flushed faces, and said in their hearts: "I knew it earlier, we will talk about it later, just say it is his ancestor!"

In the first round, bragging failed.

Old Man Fuyun snorted and said, "Holy Monk, how dare you say that you are the teacher of Dao? You are too bragging."

But Tang Sanzan said disapprovingly: "Is it big? I think it's okay, I'm quite happy with it."

Looking at the bragging bald man in front of him who couldn't blush, everyone was speechless for a while.

They can see that, thicker skinned than this shameless person, they must be completely defeated, so they should change the project quickly.

In addition, Shiba Gong felt that if he talked about this again, he might start a fight, so he calmed down and said: "I waited for the moonlight, and I didn't come here to be reasonable. I just recited poems and indulged my mind. Naturally, I came here so refreshingly." I feel that although the poems of the holy monk are simple, they are full of ease. Although our poems are gorgeous, they are not free and easy."

As soon as he said that, the others also found the steps and went down.

Fuyun old man immediately said: "Yes, yes, yes, what the eighteenth prince said is right, I have figured it out. Since you want to recite poems for fun, how about going to my small nunnery to compose poems while drinking tea?"

Tang Sanzan didn't expect that he would be praised by everyone for his random nonsense, so he immediately became excited, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let's go!"

Seeing this, everyone smiled slightly.