It is indeed not far from Lingshan.
However, the journey is becoming increasingly difficult.
Fortunately, the masters and disciples have greatly improved their cultivation.
Tang San was buried in Jisai Country. After achieving his goal, he signed in to the system and received a reward before leaving.
After leaving Jisai Country, we entered a thorny ridge. After walking for a day and a night, the road was still full of thorns and there was no normal road.
Fortunately, Bajie showed his skills along the way, wielding the rake, cutting through the thorns, but also making a way.
It was only a few days later that we walked deep into the thorns, rested at night, ate barbecue and drank beer.
Liuer held a bottle of beer in his hand and said with a smile:
"Suddenly I felt very happy. I had food and drink, and I was free and comfortable..."
Tang Sanzian pointed at Liu Er and said: "Lao Liu, you can be considered to be more relaxed now, and you are no longer as restrained and restrained as you were at the beginning."
Liu Er chuckled and said, "That's right, hahaha..."
He smiled sincerely.
Because during this time, he really relaxed and let go.
The reason is very simple. By following Tang San to bury them, they can do whatever they want and their nature can be released.
Although it can't be that indulgent, at least it's not hypocritical.
After everyone had eaten and drank enough, they were ready to rest.
But at this moment, a little old man suddenly emerged from the thorns, followed by a naked ghost with a pointed head.
Monkey Bajie and the others immediately stepped forward to guard against the old man. Seeing that the old man was a monster, the monkey was already ready to fight.
But at this moment, Tang Sanzong immediately spoke:
"Wait a moment!"
The monkey looked at Tang Sanzong and said, "Master, he is a mountain spirit!"
Tang San smiled: "I know, I'm afraid you have forgotten your master and my strength."
The monkey was stunned and immediately laughed.
Master knows all about the secrets of heaven and can even get the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
He can also improve Xiao Longnu's cultivation at will.
Tathagata would probably feel flustered when faced with such unpredictability.
Mere mountain spirits and ghosts, what the hell!
Since the master refused to take action, Sun Xingzhe stopped taking action and said:
"Master has other plans!"
Tang San smiled, maybe he had other plans? It's time to make big plans.
He could remember that there was a group of mountain spirits and wild immortals reciting poems to compose poetry.
One of them, Xingxian'er, is in love and wants to have something happen with Tang Sanzong...
Wouldn't it be appropriate to not go to Tang San's funeral?
Seeing that he was spared a beating, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward and said:
"Old man..."
Tang Sanyan: "Shut up, I'm not interested in talking to you. Lead the way and go directly!"
"Ah... the holy monk knows where I want to take the holy monk?" the old man wondered.
Tang Sanyan said: "Why are you talking nonsense?"
The old man nodded: "Please holy monk, come with me..."
Tang Sanbian hesitated and said, "Disciples, let's come together so that you can't find me later. Anyway, we're going to have tea. I'll just reward you with the money."
Zhu Bajie's eyes lit up. Is there anything about women in this? No wonder Master is so active!
So, a group of people followed the old man through the thorn forest and arrived at a place where flowers and plants were clustered and trees were shady.
Although it is night at the moment, the moon is as full as a disk, and silver ash is sprinkled on the earth, making everything around it extremely clear and bright, and the night view is very beautiful.
At this time, several old men who looked like immortals came out one after another. The old man at the head held up his hands:
"The eighteenth old man has met the holy monk. He invited the holy monk here today just to recite poems and compose poems, to be elegant, to admire the flowers and the moon, and to talk about Taoism and scriptures!"
Tang Sanzhan chuckled: "I...well, I like this kind of polite things the most, hehe."
Another old man said: "I have seen the holy monk."
The third old man said: "I'm Ling Kongzi."
The last one: "Old man Fuyunsou!"
Tang Sanzian nodded and said: "Then let's make the process faster, right? Aren't we reciting poems and composing? Come on!"
He was just waiting for Xing Xian'er to seduce him!
At this time, the eighteenth official said: "I will recite a poem to attract others."
As he spoke, he raised his head slightly and read a poem:
"If spring is not prosperous, winter will not wither, and the clouds and mist will just disappear."
Lingkongzi answered: "The wind is not blowing and the dancing shadows are swaying, and there are visitors who appreciate the picture of happiness and longevity."
Fu Yunsou said: "The picture looks like the strong and sturdy old people in the Western Mountains, but it looks as clear as the careless people in the South."
Guzhi Gong: "My husband is called Liangdong because of the side leaves, and the platform is Hengke and Xianwu."
After they finished reading, they looked at Tang San's funeral.
Tang Sanbian smiled, thought for a moment, it was really troublesome for them to follow each sentence from beginning to end, and said:
"The moon is half dimmed by the mist, and the grass and flowers are as bright as dusk!"
The eyes of several old men lit up: "Huh? It adds to the beauty of the ending, and also has the meaning of late night! Does the holy monk want to take a rest? Don't worry, just eat some snacks and drink tea!"
Tang San smiled, thinking that more than just wanting to rest, he was just waiting for Xingxian to come with him!
So he said: "Don't worry, it's just a poem, it's funny."
The Eighteenth Duke: "I admire the saintly monk for his humility and his literary talent. Why don't we write another poem?"
But at this moment, Sha Wuwu suddenly walked out in a posture, raised his hands, clasped his fists, turned his head, cupped his hands, and said:
"The general who rolled up the curtain in front of me, and the flowing sand river in front of him, saw that Tang San buried his three disciples and killed them endlessly. I also want to be arty and recite a poem."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere instantly became quiet.
Mainly because Tang San's burial group was quiet.
Because everyone knows that Yi Sha’s endless IQ... and the words "composing poetry" seem to have nothing to do with each other, right?
However, now that Lao Sha has come forward... it seems that it won't work if he is not allowed to sneer.
The key point is that Guzhi Gong and the others thought that Sha Wuwu was pretty talented. After all, he was also a curtain-rolling general and a river chief.
So Lingkongzi said:
"In that case, please write a poem. I'm all ears!"
Sha Wuwu smiled, took a step forward, and walked back and forth on the grass for a while.
The frown becomes deeper and deeper...
Obviously, at this time, he suddenly realized that he was impulsive...
Damn, you don’t know how to compose poetry at all, okay?
But now, with my pussy in my crotch, I can't help but pretend.
So, I could only cough and say:
"Uh... this... this... ahem, everyone, listen up:
There's no moon in the sky, it's so dark all around, I keep thinking, it's time to go to sleep! "
Everyone: "???????"
Kill endless: proud face!
Zhu Bajie went up and gave Sha Wuwu a slap in the face and cursed:
"What a waste! You don't have any culture, so you have to write poetry? It's an embarrassment to Master!"
Sha Wuwu was startled: "Second brother, why am I so embarrassed? This poem is so good, holy shit, isn't it, Master!"
Tang San buried his face and sighed: "This... Lao Sha, Shiba, it is at least... forget it, you probably won't understand it either!"
Sha Wuwu still looked confused and said:
"Then I have one more song!"
"Pull him down. Stay where you can cool off!" Zhu Bajie quickly pulled away and killed Wuwu. After all, he was from the same gang. It was so embarrassing.
Tang San was also confused whether to laugh or cry, and the old men even didn't react.
At this moment, a beautiful woman wearing an apricot flower on her head came belatedly and said with a smile:
"A distinguished guest is here? Does your guest like to compose poems?"
Tang San was stunned for a moment and said, "Huh? Yes, yes, I like to do..."
