When the four old men heard this, they immediately became interested. They looked at Tang Sanzang with their eyes radiating, just waiting to pick on the thorns and beat the face back.

Tang Sanzang looked around, touched his chin, looked up at the sky, and then got inspiration:

Pangu first and then heaven,

The Avenue is still in front of Pangu.

The children of the road do not know the numbers.

I teach the way one, two, and three!”

"puff!"

The four old men almost spit out an old blood!

They only lived for a thousand years. When they wrote poems, they bragged a little, saying that it was more than a thousand years, or thousands of years. But they all felt that their faces were red and embarrassed.

Now, this bald man opened his mouth and became his teacher!

This awesome thing made him brag about, and he went straight to heaven!

He is the Dao teacher.

Then what are they?

I'm afraid I don't even forget a tadpole...

The four old men looked at Tang Sanzang with red faces and thought to themselves: "If we had known, we would have said that we would just say it was his ancestor!"

In the first round, bragging failed.

Fu Yunsou hummed, "Saint Monk, how dare you say you are the teacher of the Great Dao? You are so bragging too much?"

Tang Sanzang said disapprovingly: "Is it big? I think it's okay, I'm pretty locked..."

Looking at the bragging bald man in front of him, everyone was speechless.

They saw that they were thick-skinned than this shameless person. They must have lost the game. So they should change projects as soon as possible.

In addition, the Eighteenth Duke felt that this might be a fight, so he said calmly: "We took advantage of the bright moon, and we didn't make sense. We just recited poems with carefreeness and dissolute hearts... Of course, we came as we were so happy. I think that although the poems of the Holy Monk are simple, they exude a sense of freedom. Although our poems are gorgeous, they lose their freedom."

After he said this, others also found a way out.

Fu Yunsou immediately said, "Yes, yes, yes, what the Eighteenth Duke said is that I am attached to the appearance. Since I want to recite poems happily, it is better to go into my small temple to drink tea and write poems. How about it?"

Tang Sanzang didn't expect that he could be praised by everyone by talking nonsense. He immediately became interested and rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let's go!"

Seeing this, everyone smiled slightly.

There is a stone house in the distance, with three big characters written on the door, Muxian Temple.

Everyone pushed open the door and walked in. They saw the naked ghost walking away with a plate of Poria jelly, and then took five more bowls of fragrant soup.

The four old men invited Tang Sanzang to taste it. Tang Sanzang was not afraid, so he took it and ate it. It tasted good.

Seeing this, the four old men smiled slightly, and they all picked up the food and started eating...

While eating, Gu Zhigong suddenly spoke and said, "Since you guys don't speak, I'll start and throw a brick and jade.

Water flows out from the stones and fragrance floats from the flowers.

The whole house is clear and elegant, without any dust.

”

When everyone heard this, they cheered in unison, and then looked at Tang Sanzang in unison: "Saint monk, can you write a poem that suits the situation?"

Tang Sanzang was not timid either. He looked at the old men in front of him and thought to himself that it would be great if it were a few girls. Now this beautiful scenery has been wasted.

So he opened his mouth and said:

"The teacher has long legs, and the fragrance is more fragrant than me. Anan's skin is as good as snow. Four of them are into one.

Fortunately, since the Cang Emperor has not written the new words, I have been writing them for too long. I have pulled them a few times and pressed them again. The word "Rape" is centered on me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. Why is this poem not like a poem?

At this time, Shiba said justice: "This is not a poem, this is a lyric, "Xijiang Yue"!"

Everyone suddenly realized that only the bald man looked confused and muttered in his heart: "What Xijiangyue? What's the thing..."

Everyone did not notice that the bald man was distracted, but instead studied his words.

Ling Kongzi savored it carefully: "The teacher's legs are long, and the fragrance is more fragrant than me. Anan's skin is as good as snow. Four are beaten into one... four... three women and one man, beat into one..."

Ling Kongzi's face suddenly turned red.

The ghost messenger muttered with his eyes lit up: "I don't understand the one in front, but the word "traitor" focuses on me, I understand it! What a good guy... the holy monk is really good at playing!"

The Eighteenth Duke, Gu Zhigong, Fu Yunsou also understood, and his old faces flushed and said, "This... this... the holy monk is worthy of being from the Tang Dynasty. He can play, he really knows how to play, haha..."

The devil envoy said: "There is a bright moon here, a good food and a good soup, and a elegant man, but there are no women. The holy monk chanted three women, which really filled in a lot of elegance."

Everyone laughed dryly. Such a scattered poem is also called elegant? Bah!

But everyone also saw that the thief drove with a bald mouth, and the speed was quite fast.

If they ask him to continue reciting poems, then they will not be reciting poems, that is really lust... If it spreads out, I am afraid that everyone will be lost.

So the eighteen righteously said: "Saint monk, it's not interesting to recite poems and lyrics, so why not let's get the right pair."

Just pair, Tang Sanzang knew what it was, but now he was intrigued and didn't care: "Come on, come on, come on!"

As I was talking, I suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside.

Everyone looked at it and saw two girls in green clothes outside the stone house, carrying a pile of crimson gauze lanterns, and then led a fairy. The fairy twisted a branch of apricot blossoms and walked into the stone house with a smile.

Tang Sanzang only took a look and his eyes went straight!

The woman was wearing a five-color plum light red dress and a lighter clothes on the smoke and fire.

The clothes dance with the wind, with a fairy-like charm, but there is an indescribable style between the eyebrows and eyes.

When the woman saw Tang Sanzang staring at her, her pretty face turned red and she turned her head.

The four old men quickly stood up and said, "Oh, what wind has brought Xingxian out?"

Fairy Xing was blessed with everyone, then looked at Tang Sanzang with charming eyes and said, "I know there are good guests here today, so come and take a look..."

The four old men subconsciously looked at Tang Sanzang, whose eyes were shining, and then tried their best to wink Fairy Xing.

Fairy Xing looked at the strange expressions of the four old men, and was a little confused.

The Eighteenth Duke couldn't help it and sent a message saying, "Fairy Xing, the plan has changed. This monk is not a monk, but an old man who is not worthy of you, so please retreat quickly."

Fairy Xing was stunned and sent a message: "It is rumored that he was reincarnated by Jin Chanzi, a good person of ten generations. He has good cultivation and excellent character. He is the best choice for choosing a spouse..."

Shiba Justice: "Oh, it's hard to describe. Legends are all fake..."

Fairy Xing said, "The character is fake, but the meat is not fake, right?"

The Eighteenth Duke hesitated for a moment: "This... should not be fake. I saw Sun Wukong and others following him. If it wasn't true, how could they follow?"

Fairy Xing smiled: "Just as long as the meat is real, after all, what we want is immortality, not temporary beauty.

Don’t forget that we are different from those big monsters. We are just a few little monsters and don’t have the ability to bear the consequences of eating him.
Chapter completed!