Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 35 Two and a half years

Outside Chang'an City, a small farmyard.

Fahai, dressed in dishevel and with a murderous look on his face, pushed the door open hastily and entered the room. He saw that in addition to Faming standing with his hands clasped together, there was also a foreign monk in an orange cassock.

The monk sat cross-legged, fiddling with a rosary in his hand. His dark brown skin and cold temperament formed a strong contrast between cold and warm; his eyes were large and empty, as if containing unpredictable danger.

Seeing this person, Fahai was shocked, but he still walked to Fa Ming and saluted him with his hands together.

"Master."

"Where's Xuanci?"

"Still in Pingkangfang."

"Is it under control?"

Fahai paused, without giving a direct answer, and made an excuse:
"This boy is stubborn and cunning, with thoughts completely different from those of ordinary people. He doesn't care about his biological father at all, and he has always hidden his master's cultivation. He is really difficult to control in Chang'an City!"

The foreign monk fell silent. An inexplicable sense of oppression filled the entire space, making Fahai feel suffocated.

He knew he was in serious trouble, with an 80% chance of being killed. Furthermore, standing before this terrifying master, resistance and escape were futile.

At this time, Fa Ming suddenly said:

"Master, the most urgent task at the moment is to capture Xuan Ci.

“Maybe he doesn’t care about Chen Guangrui and Yin Kaishan, but there is one person he might care about, and that is the little girl he brought to Chang’an from Jiangzhou.

"When he left Jinshan Temple, he immediately ran to the brothel and rescued this little girl. He has kept her with him ever since. Perhaps we can still give her a try."

puff!
A sound of breaking through the air was heard, and a few wisps of dust fell, mixing and dispersing with the blood mist in the air.

The sunlight came in through the round hole in the roof, forming a beam of light that penetrated Fa Ming's head and shone directly on the rosary in the foreign monk's hand.

There is one bead missing.

For cultivators below the Spirit Transformation Realm, their Niwan Palace will be destroyed, their soul and body will be annihilated, and they won't even have the chance to go to hell.

"Puff~"

Fa Ming's stiff body fell down, and his head with a bloody hole fell in front of Fahai's feet.

"The King of Tang has already assigned Yuchi Gong and Qin Shubao to lead the siege of Hongfu Temple. They are both officials of the Heavenly Court and will not give us the slightest bit of respect."

The foreign monk said coldly:

"Go back to the temple quickly, deal with what needs to be dealt with, and then lie dormant."

Fahai nodded, glanced at Faming lying on the ground, and immediately went out and hurried towards Hongfu Temple.

The wind whistled in his ears, but he felt that everything in the world was silent. Only one sentence kept echoing in his heart:

"Let's drink wine later."

……

Outside Lingxiao Palace.

The various gods who had just finished the meeting came out one after another and left in a bad mood.

The three great masters, Guanyin of the South Pole, Manjushri Bodhisattva and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, gathered together again. They did not fly to the Western Paradise and the South China Sea in a hurry, but walked slowly around the jade corridor shrouded in clouds and mist.

On the surface, they seemed to be appreciating the beauty of heaven, but in fact, they were talking about things that were not worthy of being discussed publicly.

"What a 'saintly monk seeking scriptures' scheme!

"If we send Jin Chan to Chang'an City, it will be difficult for the Taoist sect to take action, but it will be the same for us.

"If he stays in Chang'an and enjoys his wealth and splendor forever, and waits until chaos breaks out in the Western Paradise and the Demon King rebels, wouldn't that be exactly what the Taoist sect wants?"

Manjusri's face was gloomy. Looking at Guanyin's profile, which was both Buddhist and lustful, he seriously suspected that her mentality had collapsed, but it was not visible on the surface.

At this time, a powerful demon-conquering warrior suddenly descended from the sky, whispered something into the ear of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and then left.

Puxian frowned and said directly, "That old worm in Jinghe... has already turned to the Dao sect."

Wenshu smiled sarcastically and said:
“That’s great.

"That old Dragon King controls the eight waters that surround Chang'an, and they also secretly connect to several lakes inside and outside the palace walls.

"Who knows, one day they might secretly kidnap 'Golden Cicada', who loves swimming and fitness. He has already publicly announced his departure from Buddhism. We would then have no legitimate reason to seek help from the Taoist sect!"

Hearing this, Guanyin's two plump and tender red lips, like newly blossomed peach blossoms, finally opened, and she said with a half-smile:
"The Dragon King of Jinghe River is nearing his end, and even the Daoist Ancestor cannot save him. This is what I have said."

Ah this?

Manjushri and Samantabhadra looked at each other and saw the surprise and suspicion expressed by each other.

After all, although the Dragon King of Jinghe River sounds very low, he seems to be just a river god, and he is not in charge of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

But in fact, he is only half a level lower than the Four Dragon Kings, and he is also the Great Dragon God of Rain in the Chang'an area, directly under the management of the Heavenly Court.

Is it possible to kill Karami whenever you want?

Guanyin knew they didn't believe it, but she didn't explain it and asked:
"Do you two know what is the most important thing in the story of 'The Holy Monk's Journey to the West'?"

Puxian didn't know what she was trying to say, and said unhappily:
"The most important thing in the Holy Monk's quest for the scriptures is naturally the Holy Monk and the quest for the scriptures. Now the Holy Monk has become a pervert and has no desire to obtain the scriptures. I wonder how the Bodhisattva will respond?" Guanyin said:
“No, the most important link should be the Great Heavenly Venerable.

"With the help of the Jade Emperor, all the troubles we encounter before Jin Chan leaves Chang'an and reaches Liangjie Mountain will be trivial matters."

Manjusri and Samantabhadra were startled and looked at each other in confusion.
"To seek the skin of a tiger?"

"Can that old fox help us?
"Now Northern Juluzhou has been completely controlled by him, and the Yellow Horned Immortal in the Central Continent has also died.

"You, the Lord of the South... to put it bluntly, your command is nothing more than a desolate sea and a few broken islands. You are completely incomparable to the Southern Red Emperor before the continent shifted.

"I think he's hoping for chaos in the West so he can take advantage of the situation and rob people."

Guanyin said lightly:

"No. At least when the Dao Sect is at its peak, he definitely doesn't want to cause chaos in the Western Paradise."

She had already seen a divine magpie flying slowly from the sky above the Tongming Palace, and she said:
"Please return to Lingshan and report to the Buddha that the Great Celestial Venerable's conditions are within his expectations.

"Once the five hundred years are up, the pilgrim will leave Chang'an."

Floating away.

The two Bodhisattvas looked confused, obviously having not expected anything about the Jade Emperor.

Wenshu calculated the time and muttered to himself, "In three years, that naughty monkey's sentence will be served."

……

Time flies, and two and a half years have passed in a flash.

Pingkangfang remains the most desirable place in the Tang Dynasty.

However, if an outsider were to stop a passerby and ask which brothel is the most fun, they would only hear the same answer:

"Of course it's Hei Jin Han, all the girls in it wear black stockings!"

This is a place located in the former Wenyue Pavilion, which was created by integrating the other two brothels and more than a dozen wine shops around it.
A large entertainment center integrating dining, shopping, bathing, massage, gambling, bars, billiard halls, mahjong halls, discotheques, livehouses (concerts)...!

As night falls, the lanterns hanging high at the entrance of Heijinhan are magnificent, emitting charming light.

The maids standing at the door were smiling, and each of them was wearing the outfit that was popular in the Chang'an fashion circle - a skirt + black stockings.

The lights illuminate these graceful figures, and the delicate texture of nylon wrapped around the legs shows their smoothness and sexiness. No matter men or women passing by, they can't help but take a few more glances.

No one knows that this black silk that is worth more than gold is made of coal tar mixed with water and air. They only know that this thing is only sold in limited quantities in Heijinhan's underwear store.

In addition to lingerie stores, there are also many stores selling perfumes, soaps, cosmetics, family planning products, etc. Together, they form a commercial street that drives rich women and daughters crazy.

Inside the bar, the pipa and drum beats combine perfectly to play the most mainstream Trap (a style of rap) melody.

Several talented rappers are engaging in a fierce battle in the middle of the dance floor, dissing each other with sharp rhymes and scathing words.

For them who have been reading poetry and studying words since childhood, freestlye is as easy as breathing. They can double rhyme 4 times within seven steps.

Compared with them, most singers on another planet who also rap in their monosyllabic native language are like hopeless illiterates.

Rap has replaced traditional poetry and become the most popular literary and art form among the public.

Of course, there are also a few literati with elegant tastes who are loyal to traditional poetry and rack their brains to write a work that can be included in the "One Hundred Tang Poems".

It’s a pity that the “One Hundred Tang Poems” are still those 100 poems.

The stage burst out with golden words, and the audience screamed to cheer them on.

No one knew that the poet and musician who was revered as a god was sitting in a box on the third floor, shirtless, smoking.

After another two and a half years of training, he has reached a height of 1 meters and his muscles are as strong as a devil.

On his right chest muscle and arm, with the pinnacle of craftsmanship, he tattooed a statue of Guanyin, who was specially painted for him by the Minister of Works Yan Liben.

Wow, those are big breasts and fat buttocks, both sacred and solemn, charming and enchanting, attached to Xuanci's body, it is absolutely beautiful!

Yan Liben lost consciousness after finishing the painting while drunk. Later, when he saw the finished product and realized that it was his own painting, he was almost scared to death. He fasted for a month and quit drinking.

"Master Tang, this is my younger brother. He came with me to deliver tobacco."

"Master Tang, my name is Gao Cuisheng. Uh... let me offer you a toast first."

A pair of brothers dressed as businessmen came to Xuanci with wine glasses and drank first as a sign of respect.

Xuanci recognized the older man as Gao Cuiqiang, the merchant who had first helped him grow cotton in the Western Regions of U-Tsang. He pointed to an empty seat next to them and asked them to sit down.

"How's it going? Did you finish the thing I asked you to do last time you came?"

"Done, done."

Gao Cuiqiang immediately took out a map from his bosom, opened it and showed it to Xuanci, saying:

"I've searched carefully according to the characteristics you described. There are several 'oil fields' with 'oil saplings' near Gao Laozhuang. Look, these are the marked areas."

Xuan Ci glanced at him casually without looking closely, then patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Okay, that's great. This time I'll ask a few people to go back with you. Bring some money and buy these places outright."

Shouted to the side:
"Adai, come here. Two more girls to accompany you for drinks."

(End of this chapter)