Journey to the West: Monks do not tell lies, they only rob

"Snap~" A gust of wind blew, and the wooden door of the land temple made a sound and then returned to silence.

By the time the disciples dispersed the smoke, Tang Shan had already disappeared.

Shibagong turned into a gust of wind and swept her to Muxian Temple.

Tang Shan managed to stand firmly on her feet. Fortunately, she was not carsick, otherwise, with the old man's speed, she would have vomited all over herself.

"Don't be afraid, holy monk. We just want to talk poetry with your friends and relieve our emotions."

To put it simply, you just want to make friends with me through poetry and have a good chat?

Tang Shan was secretly complaining: a demon didn't think about how to eat Tang Monk's flesh to increase his cultivation and achieve immortality.

You kidnapped me here in the middle of the night just to recite poetry with me?

What happened to this world?

Isn’t it good to sleep at night? Isn’t it good to have some career ambition and pursuit?

Tang Shan pretended to straighten her robes, held her head high and chest puffed out, and walked into Muxian Temple with square steps.

Let you tree demons see how many ancient poems students who have completed nine years of compulsory education can recite!

It was possible a few years ago, but now Tang Shan's fingers were flying as she secretly used the mobile phone in her pocket to look up poems and songs.

"Hahahaha…how could you not invite us when guests arrive?"

As soon as the two sat down, a gust of wind blew at the door and four more tree monsters appeared.

They are Gu Zhi Gong (cypress), Ling Kong Zi (juniper), Fu Yun Sou (bamboo) and Chi Shen Gui Shi (maple).

All five of them are dressed up to look like immortals with a fairy-like air and a Taoist look.

If you don’t know, you might really think they are immortals who have become gods through practicing Taoism.

The five of them stood in a row and bowed politely to Tang Shan.

"It is inappropriate to disturb the holy monk so late at night. I hope the holy monk will understand."

Tang Shan maintained a polite yet distant smile. She knew she shouldn't have kidnapped me, but what good would it be to say sorry after doing it?

"No problem. Now that you're here, feel free to post any poems you want to write."

At worst, I can just be a spectator at the poetry competition tonight. I just had a good sleep anyway.

Bajie: Master, you don’t care about my life or death at all.

I just finished work for half the night, and now I have to look for you all over the mountains and fields.

Tang Shan found a clean place and sat down cross-legged, secretly observing everything in front of her.

Seeing that Tang Seng was so free, several tree demons felt relieved.

Shibagong turned and went into the inner room to make tea and get some cakes.

"Large cup, less ice, no extra sugar, thank you."

Dryad: ???

They could understand every word, but when they put them together they were confused.

Shiba Gong: "Saint Monk, what did you just say?"

"Ha, haha." Tang Shan patted her head, "Ordinary scented tea will do."

In the middle of the night, under a dark moon and with strong winds, the poetry exchange conference for demons and humans officially begins.

Shiba Gong: "Squirrels climb pine trees, and pine trees bear pine cones. Under the pine cones are rats, and the rats eat the fruit on the tree."

"puff--"

Tang Shan spat out most of the tea she had just sipped. Help! What kind of weird poem is this?

It made me laugh to death, if not choke to death.

I can’t take it anymore. I really want to laugh now. What should I do?

Tang Shan raised her sleeve to wipe the water stains from the corner of her mouth, and pinched her thigh with her other hand, "Don't laugh, you dead man!"

She thought about her experience of being treated like a slave in the past few years again before she could barely suppress her smile.

"Ouch!" the cypress demon sitting next to her screamed, "Who pinched me?"

Boom——

It's over. She pinched the wrong person in a moment of panic. No wonder she didn't feel any pain even though she tried her best.

Shibagong thought that the tea he brewed was not to the monk's liking.

After all, those peach petals were picked several years ago, and the peach tree has withered since they were picked.

"Holy monk, how about I change your cup?"

He thought of going to the mountain to see if there was any flower tree where he could pick some leaves to make tea.

"No, no thanks!" Tang Shan waved her hand and refused. "I drank it too hastily just now. It was too hot. The tea is very good."

As soon as Shibagong's lyrics came out, the other tree spirits praised his literary talent for reaching a higher level.

Tang Shan couldn't imagine what the poems he wrote were like before he reached the next level.

As expected of a good friend, he can praise it so highly.

"What do you think, holy monk?"

Shibagong asked with a smile, and several pairs of eyes looked at her.

I feel like she would die immediately if she said anything bad.

"Good! Of course it's very good!"

Tang Shan laughed and clapped, "That's really well said!"

"Then let's ask the holy monk to comment on what's good about it. Everyone please be quiet and listen carefully."

Shibagong stared at her expectantly, his bright smile not seeming fake.

Tang Shan cracked.

Click... Comment?

"Ahem~" Her eyes flickered, "This poem, it..."

A few tree spirits came closer, their eyes sparkling with thirst for knowledge.

Tang Shan swallowed, "It uses a straightforward writing style that speaks directly from the heart, vividly presenting us with a heartwarming picture of a squirrel eating pine cones on a pine tree."

"Well said!" The tree demons applauded. "You are indeed a holy monk. You have nailed the essence of this poem."

Shiba Gong was so excited that he kept wiping away tears. "I never thought that my poems could be appreciated by the holy monk."

"Haha," Tang Shan forced a smile. She had to appreciate him.

After all, we are on someone else's territory, so we still have to be polite.

When you are in the world, you have to wear a mask.

Now it was the cypress demon's turn to write poetry.

Tang Shan really didn't expect that the purpose of a mobile phone was not to look up poetry, but to search for how to comment on poetry.

I felt like I was back in my Chinese class.

Her brain cells went into high-speed racing in the second half of the night.

"There are cypress trees on the mountain. They need no one to plant them, they are naturally grown."

"Good!" As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Shan immediately applauded enthusiastically.

"These four short words express my open-mindedness and clarity, standing alone in the world, observing the ups and downs with a smile."

Tang Shan didn't care anymore, just praise her.

The Maple Tree Demon comes on stage.

"I am not a gust of wind, I am a maple tree. The red in the maple tree is so red that it will drive you crazy."

Help! Tang Shan was trying so hard to hold back her laughter that her heart and gallbladder were about to burst.

How did they come up with these poems at their age? I really can’t find words to praise them!

Come on, someone please save me...

No sooner said than done, two girls in blue came out of the door, holding two crimson gauze lanterns in their hands.

A fairy came out from the middle with an apricot blossom on her head.

She wore a light apricot-yellow top and a light-red plum-colored skirt on the bottom, looking as enchanting and charming as Daji.

She just bowed and saluted.

"I didn't know there were any guests arriving today."

Her eyes were moving and her face was full of lust. She stared at Tang Shan without any concealment.

It has been a long time since I have seen such a handsome man, and he is a monk who has attained enlightenment. It suddenly adds a sense of taboo.

If it were a man, he would definitely not be able to resist Xing Yao's charm.

It's a pity that Tang Shan is a woman, so no matter how pretty she is, we can only admire her.

She met the gaze of the apricot demon with confidence. It seemed that another female demon was about to bow down under Tang Sanzang's cassock.

The other tree monsters had all been cultivating for hundreds or even thousands of years, so how could they not see through the meaning in the apricot monster's eyes?

Eighteenth Master smiled and asked tentatively, "Saint Monk, what do you think my sister looks like?"

As soon as the words came out, the apricot tree demon began to flirt even more actively.

"As beautiful as a fairy." Tang Shan told the truth.

The apricot tree demon was immediately overjoyed, and his eyes were full of affection.

"In that case, why don't you two?"

"Okay!" Tang Shan stood up suddenly.

Dryads: Huh?

Agreeing so quickly? I thought he was a thorn, but I didn't expect him to...

The apricot tree demon desperately winked at them: Get out quickly and don't interfere with her good deeds.

Tang Shan took out a box of mosquito coils from her pocket and lit it.

The apricot tree demon looked at his actions curiously, thinking that this handsome brother was very particular, so he might as well learn from the mortals and perform the ceremony of a couple getting married.

So she knelt down in front of the mosquito coil.

Tang Shan:? ? ?

She just saw some flying insects nearby and wondered if lighting a mosquito coil would help.

"Holy monk, a night of spring is worth a thousand gold, let's hurry up."

Tang Shan: Female demons are indeed unrestrained. Tang Seng must have quit drugs, otherwise how could he have endured it.

She then dropped to her knees with a thud. "Today, Sister Xingshu and I are brother and sister. Heaven is my witness."