Journey to the West Bandits: The Poor Monk Just Wants to Be a Godfather

Chapter 160 Comparing Wenchao with Me? (recommended for collection)
Tang Sanzian shook his head and mocked mercilessly: "The reason why I can't accept it is not because I'm not strong enough, but because your jingle words don't make any sense. How do you want me to accept it?"

"In my journey to the west, even Xiao Sha is better than you, right?"

"Doesn't make sense?"

Hearing Tang Sanzun say this, the expressions of the four old vegetative men instantly changed.

"You monk is bold!"

Gu Zhigong's face was full of anger and he said angrily: "You have never experienced the torture of me writing poems and begging for a single word in the cold winter night, then you don't know what hard work is!"

"I don't know?" Tang San smiled.

"We have been cultivating for thousands of years. Do you, a monk, think that you are so lucky that you have the reputation of being a pilgrim, so you dare to compete with me in writing?"

"Although this poor monk usually doesn't like to write or write, he is much better than you sour and rotten scholars!"

"You you you... you are arrogant!"

Tang Sanzhan sneered disdainfully: "Arrogance, you have finally restrained yourself."

"You have lived for such a long time and yet you are here all day long and yet you cannot even understand a single poem or song."

"Is it possible that a lot of years have been spent on dogs?"

Tang Sanbu's words made the four old plants almost lose their temper.

They have been on this Thorn Ridge for thousands of years, and they once thought they were a tree of wisdom...

"I thought the monk who was studying for Buddhist scriptures would be some kind of eminent monk, but today I saw nothing more than that. Do you dare to have a poetry contest with us?"

"I want to see what qualifications you have to be arrogant!"

Tang Sanbian wiped his bald head and sneered: "What level do you deserve to compete with me, a man who is destined to learn scriptures?"

"A trash that can't even enter the three religions dares to bark in front of a poor monk?"

"This..." When the painful spot was poked, the four old vegetative people became furious and their faces turned red.

"I'm afraid these four old trees have eaten the heart of a bear and dared to compete with Master." Zhu Bajie felt a little sympathetic to them at this moment.

I remember that the first time Master opened his mouth to recite the couplet, he was so angry that King Golden Horn vomited blood.

The second time he spoke, he directly killed the Qing Niu Jing without using a single soldier.

He really couldn't figure out where these four old vegetative people had the courage to speak to Master?
"That's all, you frogs in the well haven't heard of any good poetry. Today I'm going to pull my ass with a knife and open your eyes!"

"But let's agree first. If you win, I can apologize in public."

Tang Sanzan rolled his eyes, and looked at the four of them with a smile: "If I win... you guys will be at my disposal!"

With a proud face, Mr. Jinjie said indifferently, "Deal!"

"Then who among the four of us will come first?" Ling Kongzi said with the same disdain.

Tang Sanzian waved his hand and said: "To be honest with you, I don't want to waste time, so I won't accept the concession!"

Seeing Tang Sanzong's arrogant look, the four plants gnashed their teeth in anger.

Tang San's funeral said: "If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will have sad white hair, and it will look like blue silk in the morning and turn into snow in the evening..."

After all, Li Bai's general toast is definitely a must-copy answer.

When they were about to drink wine, several old vegetative people looked at each other. They didn't expect that this rude monk could actually write such an open-minded poem!

If the following verses are of this level, what should they compare with?

After a moment of silence, Mr. Gu Zhi couldn't help but said: "Okay, okay!"

"This poem is so majestic. It seems like we are sitting in a well and looking at the sky!"

Tang Sanzian smiled disdainfully: "Isn't this grand?"

"I am so angry that I can stand by my side, and the drizzle of rain rests. I look up, look up to the sky and howl, my heart is full of passion. Thirty years of fame and fame, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait for your hair to turn white, and feel empty and sad..."

The four vegetative people were dumbfounded...

"Zhao Keman Huying, Wu hook frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star. Killing a person in ten steps will never stop him from traveling for a thousand miles. When it's done, brush your clothes and go, and hide your body and name..."

A chivalrous line made everyone present stunned.

Duke Jinjie couldn't help frowning and said: "The words of the holy monk are all good poems, I'm willing to bow down, but what the holy monk just read seems to be only fragments, why don't you finish the whole poem?"

"Master, read! Conquer these old men mentally!" A happy smile appeared on Zawu Jin's face.

The few poems Master read just now made his blood surge.

Tang Sanzan was silent for a while.

Because I fucking remember the beginning and forget the rest!

Tang Sanzian waved his hand casually: "These are just a few sentences that I thought of casually. I just thought of the beginning of the sentence, but I haven't thought of the conclusion yet!"

"Since you want to hear it, I'll write another quatrain!"

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape is mourning, the sand is clear and the white birds are flying back. The endless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Thousands of miles of sad autumn are often guests, and more than a hundred years of illness alone come to the stage. Hardship and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the new stop Dirty wine glass!"

After reciting Du Fu's "Deng Gao", Tang San smiled and said, "How about now, do you admit that those few sentences you just said were just farting?"

The four vegetative people looked at each other and said with a wry smile: "The holy monk really has great talent, it's the old people who are so abrupt!"

At this time, a clear and clear female voice came from behind Muxian Nunnery: "What a boundless falling tree, the endless Yangtze River rolling in!"

A pretty long-haired woman slowly walked out.

Jinjie Gong and others said in unison: "It turns out that Xingxian is here!"

With a smile on the corner of Xingxian's mouth, he asked: "I didn't expect how many of you are so elegant, and here we meet friends through poetry. I don't know who made such a famous sentence just now?"

Gu Zhigong pointed to Tang Sanbu, and introduced: "This is made by the holy monk who came from Tang Dynasty!"

Xingxian walked up to Tang Sanbu and gave a salute, and said in a low voice, "Holy Monk, you are being polite, little girl!"

In the original work of Journey to the West, this Apricot Fairy is the key figure in the crisis in Thorn Ridge. After the flattery of several old vegetable people, it's time for the beauty trap.

Apart from wanting to shake Tang Seng's determination, this Xingxian also wants Tang Seng's Yuan Yang...

A person who is destined to learn scriptures is a good person who has practiced cultivation for ten generations.

If she could get Tang Monk's Yuan Yang, her cultivation would be even better!
After all, she is just an apricot tree that has become a spirit. She is just like a foot. She has reached the limit of her cultivation to this point.

It's a pity that the Yuanyang buried by Tang San had already been given to the oiran in the Evernight City...

Later, he lost a lot in Daughter Country, and now Tang Sanzan is not interested in this kind of thing at all.

Xingxian took a cup of tea, handed it to Tang Sanzong, and said respectfully: "Holy Monk, please use the tea!"

Tang Sanbian casually took the tea and put it aside without drinking it.

"Does the holy monk dislike the tea made by the little girl for not being fragrant?"

Tang Sanzun shook his head: "It's fragrant, but I'm not thirsty."

Xingxian:......

"I just heard that the poems of the holy monk are really majestic. The little girl is willing to sing and dance a song to wish her happiness!"

Ling Kongzi's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I've long heard that Xingxian is good at singing and dancing. It would be really rare to see her today!"

Xingxian sang and danced.

Sun Xingzhe couldn't figure out what tricks these monsters were playing, but Sha Wujin had no interest in women at all.

Only Zhu Bajie squinted his eyes and kept wiping his saliva.

Soon, the singing was over and the dancing was over.

Fuyun old man praised: "Elegant and refined, containing the spirit of spring!"

This means that Xingxian’s performance has already reached a restricted level standard...

Xingxian walked to Tang San's side and said shyly: "Holy Monk, how much good can one have in life? How long will it take if we don't enjoy ourselves in time?"

Jin Jie was fair: "Xingxian is full of admiration, how can the holy monk not be condescending?"

When Duke Guzhi saw this, he also continued: "Since Xingxian is interested, why not let us act as matchmakers and let the holy monk and Xingxian get married like this? Why not!"

Tang Sanzian shook his head and said with a smile: "I already have a family. Since Xingxian likes talented people, I have one person to recommend!"

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