Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 17 Kunlun Band
The next afternoon.

Siqin appeared at the side door of Wenyue Pavilion early and welcomed the lady, who was wearing fox fur and had sword marks on her face, in.

The master and servant talked as they walked through the beautifully landscaped garden path toward the courtyard where Siqin lived.

Suddenly, three "black pixels" in the distance entered their field of vision. Due to the sharp contrast with the bright colors of the surrounding flowers and plants, they were very eye-catching and hard to ignore.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that they were three Kunlun slaves with skin as black as coal.

"Why are there so many Kunlun slaves?" asked Madam Jianhen.

Siqin showed a strange expression:
"It's that Arthur. He bought all of these with his own money. He brought back eight of them, all crammed together and stinking."

"What does he want Kunlun slaves for?"

"He said he wanted to... form a band. He said our musicians couldn't meet his requirements, and that the Kunlun slaves had a racial talent for music."

"Band? Kunlun slaves are so stupid, teaching them to play music is like playing the lute to a cow."

Mrs. Jianhen said she didn't believe it, but when she thought of Xuanci's far-leading papermaking and sugar-making technology, she immediately took it seriously.

Most people may not understand the value of papermaking and sugar-making technology, but she knows it very well.

From an educational perspective alone, cheap paper can lower the price of books, reduce the cost of study for children from poor families, and to a certain extent break the monopoly of aristocratic families on talent.

Pure sugar not only enhances its edible value, but can also be used to preserve freshness and prevent spoilage, facilitating the long-term storage and transportation of various foods and medicinal materials, and promoting trade development.

Therefore, the weight of Arthur in her heart has long exceeded the gold and silver he earned as the male leader of the Tang Dynasty.

She even vaguely felt that the handsome man's rudeness, disrespect, vulgarity, obscenity... and shamelessness might all be a disguise.

In fact, beneath these appearances, there is a wise, noble, and compassionate soul, which coincides with the information she sent people to investigate yesterday.

"Is Se-rang here?"

"He's already here, but he said he's not accepting guests today. I don't know what he's doing in the yard."

"Let's go and take a look. I have something to ask him."

"Yes."

They soon arrived at the courtyard where the Kunlun slaves had just entered. Before they stepped into the house, they heard the extremely powerful rhythm of drums, mixed with a low string sound.

It sounded very strange, but it was so captivating that they couldn't help but shake their heads and even synchronized their walking rhythm without realizing it.

As they walked into the lobby, a very strong smell of Kunlun rushed into their heads, making them frown.

There were only eight Kunlun slaves left, except for the shirtless Xuanci and the Tang Dynasty musicians holding pipa, konghou, sheng, xiao and suona.

The drum and string sounds were produced by four of the Kunlun slaves using drums and acoustic bass.

There was also a black man with the "whitest" skin color standing in the middle of the hall, with his eyes closed and concentrating, his head and body swaying up and down with the beat of the drums, as if he was listening to something.

suddenly~
He found the right moment and opened his eyes.

The two rows of teeth were like stars breaking through the darkness, flashing between the lips, so white that it made people feel dazed for a moment.

A series of rhythmic words, like bullets fired from a machine gun, were spat out by him along with saliva:
"Look at the poems you wrote, they sound like fucking idiots, I really don't want to bother with them.

"From the rhyme to the meaning, it sounds like fart. It can only be called garbage."

Ah this? !
Siqin and his wife were amazed when they heard rap for the first time, wondering what kind of art form this was.
It's so vulgar, but why do I still have the urge to listen to it?
The two women wanted to continue, but Xuan Ci waved his hand to interrupt them and stopped the band.

"Adai, could you please straighten your tongue and sing more clearly?"

Xuan Ci scolded the black man who was responsible for rap.

It's just because their names were arranged by AI from lightest to darkest black - Dai, Qian, Coal, Mo, Wu, Zi, Xuan, Lacquer - so the one with the lightest skin color is called Adai.

Also, because Adai's voice was deep and hoarse, with the strongest explosive power, and he spoke the Tang Dynasty official language most fluently, Xuanci asked him to be responsible for rapping.

"I obey your command." A'dai knelt on the ground with a plop, bowed her head and saluted with her arms crossed, her eyes determined as if she wanted to join the party.

Although he had only been sold here for a dozen days, under Xuanci's teachings, he had fallen in love with hip-hop music from the bottom of his heart, and was determined to become the top rapper in the Tang Dynasty, living in a mansion, hugging the most beautiful woman, and riding a Baojun.

"Also, your flow is fine, but your emotions are not in place. You need to be angry and bombard them violently, do you understand?" Xuan Ci added, "Just think of the group of people you want to diss as having killed your entire family." "Yes! I remember this, I need to be angry! Angry!" Ada roared.

"Everyone play music together and continue practicing."

Xuan Ci gave his final instructions before turning his gaze to the beautiful and elegant woman with sword marks on her face.

He had already sensed that this woman's background was extraordinary, but every time he asked her, she would not tell him and only let him call her "Mrs. Xian."

"Miss Xian is here? Did you bring the dividends from the paper and sugar mills this month?"

Xuan Ci walked over with a smile and took the lead to turn into the next room to avoid the noisy music.

"Don't worry, I won't miss you."

Arriving at the room with less Kun flavor, Madam Xian couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"I'm very sensitive to numbers. If you dare to falsify the accounts and take even a penny from me, forget about getting any benefits from me in the future."

Xuan Ci lit a cigarette and rudely blew the smoke into the two women's faces.

"How dare you~" Siqin quickly waved her hands and pushed him. Her soft hands accidentally touched his hot chest muscles, and her heart was suddenly moved.

"You're taking advantage of me again, huh? I'm telling you, you have to pay me ten coins. I clearly mark the price of tea at our teahouse."

"Get lost~"

Siqin was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to say that you ate me the day before yesterday, but she had to hold it back in front of Madam Xian.

Looking at the man in front of her who was a gangster with no bottom line, Madam Xian was speechless and choked up. She couldn't help but waver in her previous judgment. She felt that this guy was exactly what he said and what he was not.

But remembering the news she found out yesterday, she opened her mouth lightly and suddenly uttered two words:

"Xuan Ci."

Xuan Ci, who was still teasing Si Qin, turned to look at her naturally after hearing this. He was stunned for a second before thinking:

It's over, I was careless.

Knowing that his reaction had already explained everything, he did not try to make amends. He frowned at Madam Xian and said unhappily:
"Fuck, you even went to the Yin Mansion to check on me? Everyone has an alias when they're out there. I haven't even checked on you yet, and you're checking on my Dharma name. What's the point?!"

Siqin was stunned when she saw this, obviously she had never heard of the word "Xuan Ci".

"Don't get excited."

Madam Xian said calmly:
"I had no intention of delving into your identity, but recently there was a rumor circulating in Chang'an City that a highly versed Buddhist monk, named Xuanci, had come to Hongfu Temple.

“It is said that he practiced diligently and worshipped Buddha sincerely at Jinshan Temple in the south since he was a child.

“Although he was young, his comprehension was extremely high. By the age of twelve he had already mastered the teachings of Zen, Pure Land Buddhism, and Vinaya.

“When he met monks from all over the world, he would humbly seek their advice, and often lecture on the sutras and meditate under the shade of pine trees, discussing profound mysteries.

"Once he even silenced Master Jianneng of Lingyin Temple in a debate, and he admitted defeat and praised him: his wisdom is deeply rooted, his understanding of profound principles is profound, his enlightenment is extraordinary, and his compassion is boundless.

"Gradually, people outside the temple heard of his name and came in to listen to his meditations, asking for guidance. He also earned the reputation of being a 'bright lamp in the sea of ​​wisdom.'"

When Madam Xian said this, her eyes showed strangeness. She really felt that Xuanci in front of her was too inconsistent with "Hui Hai Ming Deng".

After a pause, she tactfully told the rumor about Xuanci saving her mother and searching for her father, and finally said:
"Listen for yourself. This Master Xuanci is the same age as you, the grandson of Yin Kaishan, and incredibly handsome. If you heard this news, wouldn't you be suspicious?"

When Xuan Ci heard this, his eyes suddenly changed. He crushed the burning cigarette butt with three fingers and frowned, "Where did this news come from? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"I heard about it two days ago from a friend who often goes to Hongfu Temple. I guess it hasn't spread yet, but more and more people will definitely know about it."

Madam Xian stared at the mysterious man in front of her, but did not rush to ask questions.

Xuan Ci did not speak, but cursed in his heart:

"Fuck, this is fucking.

"How come I suddenly became a Taoist monk, preaching the sutras and debating with some great masters? How come I didn't know all this?
"Fa Ming, Fa Hai, and the mastermind behind this, what exactly do they want to do?
"Could it be that I was born into a bad family and became the chosen one in their eyes, so they are determined to train me to be the leader of a certain faction in Buddhism?"

(End of this chapter)