Report at the beginning of Journey to the West

Chapter 143 Drifting Monk's Nostalgic Poem
"What are you...?" The monk officer felt something was wrong before he finished speaking.

The seven people who came in were so familiar, they seemed to have met somewhere, but they couldn't remember.

The welcoming monk behind him lost his legs and fell to the ground, exclaiming: "Master, I saw the living Buddha, the Four Heavenly Kings and the two Vajras!"

Only then did the monk realize that this was the true Buddha whom he burned incense and worshiped every day.

Fuck, did I sincerely impress the Buddha, and the Buddha came down to save me?
I'm about to get rich?I'm going to heaven?I'm going to become a Buddha?

"You old man with a nose and nose, hurry up, Xiangguo Temple doesn't welcome you." The monk pushed Xie Yun away, knelt down and kowtowed: "Disciple Famen, pay homage to my Buddha."

"Go away to this deity." Tathagata kicked the monk aside, clasped his hands together, bent at [-] degrees, bowed nervously and said: "Disciple Tathagata, pay homage to my little uncle."

"Disciple Chiguo Heavenly King, pay homage to Master Uncle."

"The disciples have heard a lot about the Heavenly King, and pay respects to the Master Uncle."

"The disciple grows up to be a heavenly king, and pays homage to the master's uncle."

"Disciple Guangmu Heavenly King, pay homage to Master Uncle."

They were four in a row, blocking the road so tightly that the two king kong could not squeeze in front to meet and feel their presence, and they were about to cry.

"The Kalachakra and the Condensed Vajra are here to see you, Master Uncle, we are also here."

Xie Yun was very surprised. These guys took the wrong medicine and forced themselves to add a scene. Wuji Kingdom and the others shouldn't be on stage!
"Little uncle, please pay attention to your words and deeds in the future. When passing by Buddhist and Taoist temples, don't burn incense and worship. We can't bear it, we are afraid!"

Big people may think it doesn't matter, but us little fish are afraid!

The superiority and inferiority of the upper and lower are like an insurmountable gap in the Three Realms, which cannot be ignored by anyone.

"This emperor knows, you guys get out of here quickly, don't disturb me to learn scriptures." Xie Yun said with disgust.

The seven of them suddenly appeared, and the monk officer and welcoming monk next to them were almost scared to death.

Tathagata withdrew and left with six people.

Xie Yun looked at the official monk who was honestly kneeling and admitting his mistake, helped him up personally, and asked, "Can the poor monk live in the meditation room?"

"Responding to the words of the Taoist priest, I don't know how to respect dignity, so I'm going to prepare the meditation room. If you dare to ask the priest, are you a vegetarian or a meat eater? We can go to prepare the vegetarian meal."

"You monk temple, where did you get the meat?" Xie Yun frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

"System, I will report the monks in Xiangguo Temple for violating the precept of eating meat."

"Ding, the reporting system is checking, congratulations to the host for successfully reporting, and rewarding the host with five chaotic qi."

Xie Yun smiled knowingly, as expected, he has the talent to be a detective, hahaha!
The monk was almost scared to death.

"Of course the poor eat meat, and you will have good wine and good food to entertain you, and you won't be short of money." Xie Yun took out a gold ingot from the Qiankun pouch at his waist and smashed it out.

The monk officer's eyes were straightened, he picked up the gold ingot, wiped it again and again, and gritted his teeth, really!

His attitude changed on the spot. Originally, he was just in awe, but now he really treats Xie Yun as his own father. After all, believers from the Wuji Kingdom came to Xiangguo Temple to give alms, and they have never done so much.

"Daozhang, how much rice do you cook?"

Xie Yun thought about the food appetite of the three apprentices, and said decisively: "Four or five stones, you send someone to clean up the meditation room first, the poor Taoist is a bit tired, and you want to rest, you send people to the door by the way, and take my three useless ones. disciples brought in."

The monks panicked, and the monks of Xiangguo Temple made a mess of porridge. Those who cleaned the pots and stoves, those who arranged the tea and meals, those who raised the lights, and those who arranged the tables and chairs, all prepared to do their best to entertain the rich.

Cooking smoke billowed up, and the smell of meat was tangy. After the four masters and apprentices had finished the Chinese version of the black-bone chicken, they were busy with their own tasks.

Xie Yun went back to the meditation room to rest, Sun Wukong took two juniors and each carried a sacred mountain on his back, and started the road to lose weight.

You can't lose weight!

The food on the way to learn the scriptures was so good that Sun Wukong himself had grown a small belly, which once made him suspicious of monkey life.

I think my old grandson was trapped in Wuzhishan for 500 years. When he came out, he was still in good shape, with eight-pack abs like a washboard. Now...

Sun Wukong looked at the flesh on his belly, wanting to cry but not crying, what is the peak at the end of the fairy road, seeing the bear makes him fat!

The meditation room had just been scented with aroma, and it was so choking that it was impossible to stay there. Xie Yun heard the sound of the three apprentices exercising, and made a decisive decision.

It's late at night, when the moon is in the sky, it's time to go for a walk in the courtyard.

"All of you take a break. Today, our master and apprentice drink wine and enjoy the moon, and let's be elegant." Sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, Xie Yun took out two jugs of 500-year-old red yeast rice wine.

This wine was made in Wahuang Palace. It is bright red and slightly sweet. It is one of the few rare wines in the world.

Opening the wine seal, a strange smell came out, and the three apprentices sat down immediately, holding bowls the size of fists in their hands.

Xie Yun looked at the small lamp in his hand, his face darkened, and cursed: "You can drink, but you have to use poetry to entertain yourself. You all compose a poem impromptu."

Monkey King put away the bowl, turned around and wanted to run.

Poetry has never been his strong point. Last time, oh my god, what a big forest has been ridiculed by the tiger demon.

Xie Yun held Sun Wukong down with the big capture technique, put the measuring ruler on the table, and said with a smile: "No one is allowed to run today, or the family law will serve you."

"Brother Monkey, it's just poetry. If there's any difficulty, I'll come first and give you a sample." Zhu Bajie put down his wine bowl and stepped forward.

After walking around the yard with his hands behind his back for a long time, he said, "The east wind is blowing, and the war drums are beating. Whoever drinks today is afraid of the other. You have a drink, and I have a drink. Whoever loves you is a son of a bitch."

Xie Yun nodded, Bajie is worthy of being a former high-ranking official in the Heavenly Court, and his cultural level is two grades higher than that of Monkey King, Monkey King.

That's why this poem is a bit aggressive, it is to drain Lao Tzu's stock of fairy wine, in order to drink to the fullest.

Sand Monk also stood up, looked up at the moon, his eyes were filled with bitterness, and said: "Master, in the blink of an eye, it has been many years since I came out of the Liusha River. Today I will write a nostalgic poem."

"That's good, I'll listen carefully to you, Master." Xie Yun poured a bowl of red yeast rice wine for Drifting Monk.

I didn't expect this honest and honest fourth apprentice to be so sentimental in his heart, hey!
"Liusha River." Drifting drank the wine in the bowl and chanted in a low voice: "Liusha River, river sand, there are lotus flowers on Liusha River, and toads on lotus flowers."

"The toad screams, croaks, croaks, croaks, pokes and hops."

Xie Yun was dumbfounded, the style of this poem and painting is unique, it is really unprecedented and unheard of.

Drifting, as a teacher, I originally thought you were an honest person, but I never thought that an honest person would lose face in order to cheat wine.

"Master, if you feel dissatisfied, I'll write a new one, come and drink!"

Xie Yun looked at the wine bowl that Drifting shamelessly handed over, and wanted to kick it.

boom!
Sand Monk turned into a shooting star and flew far away. It was not Xie Yun who kicked it, but Liuhe Monument.

"Fucking shameless!" Liuhe Bei said angrily, "You don't call me for drinking, you write poems in exchange for drinking, right? Listen up!"

(End of this chapter)