Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 29 All expenses will be paid by this poor monk
"...There is a hidden sorrow and hatred at this moment, silence is better than words~"

As the last burst of lyrics was finally finished, the accompaniment came to an abrupt end.

All the civil and military officials in the room were hesitant and couldn't say a word.

Even the rich ladies and daughters forgot to scream, they were completely fascinated by him.

The literary masters who had been full of vigor and ambition before were now blushing, and when they looked at Serlang on the stage, there was a sense of unattainability in their eyes.

Xuan Ci was very satisfied with their current expressions. Glancing at Wang Baihu, who was at the center of the literary world, he smiled and said:

"Hello.

“Didn’t you just say that I don’t understand rhyme and artistic conception?

"The one who wrote a poem to diss me, saying that my unruly poetry is like a dog barking, was you, right?

"Come on, tell me now, whose poetry sounds more like a dog's bark?"

Ah this? !
Wang Baihu, who was always proud of his reputation, had a pale face and was shaky. If the two concubines beside him had not quickly supported him, he would have fallen to the ground.

His world is actually very simple. Apart from eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, there is only poetry and songs.

But tonight, the world collapsed, he would become a laughing stock, and all the masterpieces accumulated over half a lifetime would become worthless garbage.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at him, their gazes like needles, piercing his heart.

"If there is a tiger, why is there a wolf?"

Wang Baihu let out a cry of grief, his adrenaline surged, and he suddenly pushed away the concubines on both sides, rushed to the main beam next to him, and slammed into it.

Ah this?

Everyone's face changed color, and the talented and romantic scholar who was as famous as him cried out in grief.

"Brother Wang!"

"Wang Lang!"

"Brother Baihu!"

Fortunately, due to his weak steps and poor coordination, although he tried his best, he still couldn't kill himself or even knock himself unconscious.

After falling to the ground, he burst into tears and cried like a baby.

At this moment, a pretty boy who was obsessed with poetry and didn't notice anyone committing suicide suddenly shouted:

"One hundred! No more, no less, exactly one hundred!"

Everyone followed his direction and focused their attention on the poems hanging in the hall.

There are exactly one hundred poems. What does that mean?
This means that Serlang only wrote one hundred poems, not all of them.

He wrote hundreds of poems in one night, he is truly a poet descending to earth!
In an instant, the sound of reciting poems rose like a tide, gushing out from the attic.

People looked fanatical, some crowded to the door, some leaned out of the windowsill, and recited poems loudly to the crowd outside the building.

"The flowers shed tears when they feel the time, and the birds are frightened when they feel the separation..."

"A thousand miles away in sorrowful autumn, I am always a guest. A hundred years of illness and a hundred years of illness, I am alone on stage..."

"The carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the beauty has changed. How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward..."

Soon, the entire Pingkangfang was infected with the virus, which spread from person to person. It then surged to streets without curfews and swept across Chang'an.

Its spreading speed is slightly slower than that of the Internet, and its enthusiasm is a billion times greater than the 10% increase in the A-share market.

Fahai stood on the windowsill that Xuanci had smashed, staring blankly at the raging tide that he could not stop, with only four words echoing in his mind:
"The mess is huge!"

Now that Xuanci has revealed himself as Selang, how can he continue to be a high-ranking monk in Hongfu Temple?
Also, there are many distinguished people gathered in Wenyue Pavilion tonight, and 80% of them have seen Bald Xuanci when they went to the Xunguo Mansion to pay their respects. They may have doubts, but they are not sure yet.

calm down!

Fahai took a deep breath, his mind racing, thinking quickly about how to deal with the situation.

However, at this moment, a situation that made him furious occurred again.

Xuan Ci summoned two dancers to the stage.

One has a cup size of D and the other has a cup size of E. Both are wearing the same style of skirt as in "Huang Jing Jia" and holding a tray with a wine jug and wine glasses.

After Xuanci embraced people on both sides, he chanted the Buddha's name loudly, attracting everyone's attention again.

"Amitabha!
"These poems will always be hanging here. You can enjoy them for free tonight. You donors will have plenty of time to study them." "Now, let me first listen to a few words from this humble monk."

Everyone looked at him in confusion, wondering what he was doing, cosplay? Playing a monk in a brothel, is that polite?
His words were like thunder in Fahai's ears.

Xuan Ci quickly raised his hand and grabbed Pu's head, tearing off the wig that was close to his scalp, revealing a round and full bald head.

Ah this?

Is he really a monk?

Everyone in the building was shocked again, and a few high-ranking officials who had seen Xuan Ci in the Yin Mansion were suddenly awakened.

"It's him, it's him, it's him. He's the nephew of Yin Kaishan, the Duke of Xun, the venerable monk who was rumored to have recently arrived at Hongfu Temple from Jiangzhou!"

And Fahai's heart, which was hanging in the air, was completely dead.

His face was extremely gloomy. He had no intention of continuing to read, let alone appreciating poetry. He just wanted to find his senior brother immediately to discuss whether to run away or not?

"Yes, I am a monk. My Dharma name is Xuanci, and I am nicknamed 'The Lamp of Wisdom'. I am the enlightened monk who just transferred his household registration from Jinshan Temple in Jiangzhou to Hongfu Temple."

Ah this? !
"Is he the eminent monk?"

"A high-ranking monk...comes to a brothel to sell himself?"

"How could it be that Alang is actually a high-ranking monk from Hongfu Temple?"

Everyone was a little bit in disbelief, especially those true fans who were crazy about him, who couldn't accept it for a while.

But when I think of the recent descriptions of the appearance and age of the eminent monk Xuan Ci, it seems to be very consistent.

"To be honest, monks can neither drink alcohol, nor eat meat, nor play with women~"

Xuan Ci hugged the bewildered dancer on his left into his arms, raised a pot of wine in his right hand, and roared:

“I’ve been unhappy for a long time!
"Just so everyone can bear witness, I officially announce that I will be leaving the Buddhist monk circle forever!

"To celebrate my return to secular life, I will pay for all the meals tonight!
"Bring out the best wine, the last thing I lack is money!

"Keep on playing music, keep on drinking!"

After saying this, he raised the wine jug high, poured out the fine liquor, and drank it in one gulp.

There was an uproar in the hall.

This time, the first people to express their support were the four notorious playboys in Chang'an.

"Bull and force it!"

Duke Lu's grandson roared, grabbed the wine jug, jumped down from the second floor, and rushed onto the stage.

"Brother, I originally thought you were just a male prostitute trying to attract attention, but I never thought you were so fierce.

"He single-handedly defeated all the scholars in Chang'an, and he even possessed the strength of a Grandmaster. He was also so unruly and unruly. He could become a monk if he wanted to, and work as a prostitute if he wanted to!

"There are only a handful of people I, Cheng Chubi, admire, but I truly admire you. Come, I'll toast you a pot. Cheers!"

After saying this, he opened his mouth wide, picked up the pot and poured the wine, and drank it all in an instant.

Changsun Cheng, Qin Zhongwen, Yuchi Guan and other young men from royal families and aristocratic families followed suit, and the whole audience burst into applause.

Immediately afterwards, the rich ladies and daughters gave enthusiastic cheers and wholeheartedly supported his decision to return to secular life.

Princess Yongjia, the number one lady on the list, was about to spontaneously combust. After learning that this man was an enlightened monk, she seemed even more excited.

Princess Gaoyang, the second eldest sister on the list, wished that the child in her belly was his. If her husband was not sitting next to her, and if she was not married yet, she would have rushed downstairs immediately, thrown herself on Xuanci, hugged his head, and kissed him until dawn.

Madam Xian, the boss behind the scenes, had a complicated look in her eyes. She glanced at Xuan Ci who was laughing loudly, then turned her gaze to the poem she had been staring at for a long time, and murmured:

"Drunk by lamplight, I gaze upon my sword, and dream of the horn blowing in the camp. I have accomplished the king's affairs, and won a good reputation in my lifetime and after my death. But how pitiful is my white hair!
"Could it be that he has also fought on the battlefield? Otherwise, how could he write such words?"

Soon~
The literati and scholars worshipped the poems above their heads and couldn't help but start toasting and praising them.

The nobles sent their maids and guards to extend the invitation, hoping that the Immortal Poet and the Martial Sage would be the guests of honor.

Driven by alcohol, music, poetry and atmosphere, the poetry feast entered an even crazier second half.

And those one hundred poems were soon spread out of the city gates, into the palace, and even to the fairyland in various ways.

(End of this chapter)