Fantasy World Transmigration

Seeing a wild boar resembling a small mountain appearing on the other side of the mountain, Chen Xuanzang quickly climbed down from the steel pipe, and said to Wukong and the others: "Master, the pig demon has arrived. I'll go down first!"

"Go down?" Wukong said: "Why do you want to go down, I have planned the music for the solo dance, and I will also do the opposite dance."

"One step away... let's go!" Wukong said to the other members of the band.

Wukong first let go of the electric guitar and picked up the violin from behind. The magician put down the bass and set up the accordion. The lead singer Zhuang Bifan even sat in front of the lotus flower blooming at the entrance of the cave at some point, playing casually on the piano. Press an impromptu prelude. Nordic Hanmark is still in charge of tuning, and Abe Seimei sits down and starts tuning the cello.

Only the choreographer Hans really sighed helplessly: "I haven't danced the female step for a long time!"

Chen Xuanzang said in horror: "Mr. Sun, the pig demon has been brought here. I probably don't need me. Mr. Sun...Mr. Sun respects his identity. You can't take personal revenge!"

Wukong said with emotion: "It's not that simple to get the pig demon into the play...you have to rely on the charm of dance and music. Only when you use dance to bring it into that kind of emotion can we play a song of love and hate. Tell the pig demon to turn around and be right."

"This is art, art, how can it be called revenge?"

After all, I don’t care about it, and I use the violin to lead the rhythm first. With a soothing melodious sound, the magician’s accordion is the first to keep up, followed by the cello and piano, playing the famous Spanish tango—one step at a time. remote.

Immortal Hans slowly folded a budding lotus beside him, and held it in his mouth. One of his hairy thighs slid out in an elegant arc, and he stretched out a hand to slowly caress his face. The expression was full of tension. Under the action of the puppet talisman, Chen Xuanzang held a lotus in his mouth and opened his thigh involuntarily. A slender white leg protruded towards the steel pipe. With Hans' lead, the tension of his body was fully stretched. A tempting invitation was sent to the pig demon.

The tango has come to the smoldering stage, and when Chen Xuanzang is dancing around the pole under the moonlight, he has already danced to the fullest. Every moment, he seems to be making the warmest invitation to the pig demon. .

Zhu Gang's transformed wild boar stared at the 'goddess' dancing in the moonlight with its red eyes.

Its footsteps could not help dancing with the music, and its four thick hooves were suddenly as graceful as a vigorous galloping horse. Although he had never learned tango, Zhu Gangli, with his superb artistic quality, could do it without a teacher. Tong Tong learned how to match Chen Xuanzang's dance steps, one person and one demon, there was a distance at first, but their dances matched seamlessly, and they fell in love with each other.

Although separated by a certain distance, they seem to be close to each other, the same fit, the same tacit understanding.

One is a huge beast, one is a solemn monk in female clothing, one is a rough and ugly but handsome man, one is a handsome but persistent young man, one is a bloodthirsty and tyrannical demon, and one is an exorcist who truly saves all living beings.

They combined strength and femininity, ugliness and coquettishness, ferociousness and peace, and all kinds of conflicting temperaments. They collided with artistic sparks and realistic tensions, which made the sensitive tuner from Northern Europe Viking big Han Mark, shed tears of excitement for it.

Let the band's performance reach its climax!

Looking at the "goddess" dancing under the moon, Zhu Gangli couldn't help approaching him, as if he wanted to get close, but wanted to escape because of self-ashamedness, but by accident, he perfectly showed the inseparability between tango lovers , Chen Xuanzang smelled the stench coming from the ugly face of the pig demon, and almost wanted to vomit in his chest, but his limbs perfectly showed the temptation driven by the real Hans. With the accompaniment of band members with artistic pursuits, it reached the peak of the Tang Dynasty.

Ms. Duan, who was watching from the side, was stunned and almost petrified by the blow.

Miss Duan murmured: "My man, why is he a more girly person than me? He is so good, am I not worthy of him! Or should I be more masculine? "

The dance has reached a high level, and now the plot performed by the two dancers has arrived. Zhu Gangli can no longer bear the surging emotions in his heart, and at the moment when he boldly confesses to the "goddess", according to the script, the goddess should be indifferent and alienated, hurting his heart , let the dance enter a climax again, but in this section, Zhu Gangli's performance is obviously out of control.

It stretched out its tongue full of mucus and fishy smell, unable to bear the beastly impulse, and licked it wildly towards Chen Xuanzang.

Seeing the thick mouth piece like the waist of a strong man stretching towards him, Chen Xuanzang struggled fiercely in his heart. Anger, fear, and countless emotions were intertwined fiercely, and even the puppet talisman could not be suppressed. This kind of emotional expression In the limbs, there was a trace of extraordinary tension. In the end, he still couldn't struggle, but when the sticky feeling stuck to his body, despair overwhelmed him like a tide.

A drop of clear tears fell in Yan.

This time, Zhu Ganglu's out of control, but because of Chen Xuanzang's performance, reached the pinnacle of art in another sense.

After the performance of the Banque dance music, at the intermission, the band members, headed by Monkey King, stood up and applauded loudly to express their praise and admiration for the two dancers.

"It's great!" Mark sobbed with tears in his eyes, "This is the pinnacle of my artistic career!"

"We should pay tribute to the two dancers for their great performance!" The magician also said excitedly.

Wukong even spoke highly of it: "In terms of dance, Chen Xuanzang is qualified to be my mentor!"

"I have thirty-two concerts a year! I want to invite you to be my special guests and my backup dancers!" Zhuang Bifan clenched his fists excitedly and said, "Say it out loud, what is your dream? "

Ms. Duan couldn't help but wipe her eyes, she choked up and said, "I don't know why, I'm just sad."

Master Hans wiped his sweat, pointed at Chen Xuanzang and said excitedly, "This is the dance I want!"

Immediately afterwards, at Wukong's suggestion, everyone present gave them two thumbs up, and then the magician took out the magic mirror from behind, and said to everyone: "Come on, everyone, look here... "In the demon mirror, a group of demons danced wildly, and the magician immediately said: "One, two, three..."

Everyone said together: "Eggplant!"

A huge burst of light erupted from the demon mirror, and Chen Xuanzang finally felt the shackles of the puppet talisman on his body loosen. Then, he let out a cry of grievance, and the cry fell into the endless light, as if the sky was spinning for a while. Chen Xuanzang Putting his hand on his chest, he suddenly came to the door of the familiar hotel.

He has also resumed men's clothing, and in front of him is Miss Duan.

Miss Duan was looking at him curiously, shaking her hands in front of him, and kept saying, "Hey! Can you hear me?"

Chen Xuanzang suddenly shook off her hand and said, "I heard it. Tell me, what's the matter?"

He already knew that he had broken into the dream of the pig demon, but when he saw Miss Duan in front of him, she smiled with a hint of sadness. She lowered her head and didn't speak for a long time, and then suddenly saved him. Chen Xuanzang hurriedly pushed her away: "Please Respect yourself! Miss Duan!"

Unexpectedly, Miss Duan suddenly raised her head and changed her expression: "What did you just say? Who is Miss Duan... Okay! There is someone outside again, right?" Xuanzang saw that her clenched fist was still as big as a sandbag. Checking the strength of both sides, he forced himself to calm down and said, "Aren't you Miss Duan?"

"I hate it!" Ms. Duan shyly shyly said, "When you get along with her, you call her Cui Lan, and when you don't get along with her! Just call her Miss Duan... Who knows that Miss Duan! Are you lying to her? ?”

"Wait!" Chen Xuanzang's eyes widened suddenly, and he exclaimed, "You said... your name is Cuilan?"

Miss Duan's complexion changed again: "Why, are you trying to pretend you don't know me?''I tell you, once you are born, you will be my Gao Cuilan's person, and once you die, you will be my Gao Cuilan's ghost!"

"Gao Cuilan?" Chen Xuanzang said in horror, "That Gao Cuilan from Zhu Gang?"

Miss Duan lowered her head in horror and said, "You already know. Listen to me, I didn't want to. It's because my father Feitu, that ugly monster, runs a pig farm. My family runs a restaurant—Gaojiazhuang. It's famous far and wide. Gao’s Roasted Pig is my family’s specialty, and the old man was obsessed with money, so he insisted that Zhu Gangli and I were a match made in heaven, and wanted to marry me to him. I have objected to it...we can elope!”

Miss Duan was about to shed tears: "That Zhu Gang is really as ugly as a pig, I don't want to marry him, take me away!"

Chen Xuanzang felt in a daze that someone was watching them from behind. He turned his head and found an ugly young man hiding behind the curtain in a panic. His eyes were looking at Miss Duan from behind the curtain.

Chen Xuanzang sighed, and suddenly raised his middle finger towards the sky: "Sun Wukong, fuck..."

Wukong's voice faintly spread to his ears: "If you have experienced pain, you will know the suffering of all sentient beings; if you have had attachments, let go of them; if you have been concerned, you will not be concerned. If you want the pig demon to truly awaken, you have to endure and fight with pigs." Pain like a monster. Pained, loved, hurt, unforgettable, worrying, regretting not falling, and then you can fully understand and let go of the past!"

Wukong first pretended to say a piece of life teachings and insights of a great monk and a great virtue.

Then there was a burst of laughter, and Wukong laughed and said: "I have one thing and one thing, and I will avenge it on the spot! Chen Xuanzang, you have recited the mantra one hundred and thirty-eight times, and I remember them all in my heart! Let me tell you, one hundred and thirty-eight difficulties, if I don't play you in one hundred and thirty-eight tricks, my surname will not be Sun!"

"God, how can he influence demons and understand the Dharma...Your grandpa has explained it to you! I just want to play with you!"

Then Wukong smiled evilly and erased Chen Xuanzang's memory of the following passage.

"I manipulate you, I humiliate you, I play with you, I torture you, what can you do? You don't even know how unwilling and angry you were, and you don't even have the right to retain memory, poor, sad! "Wukong revealed his demonic nature, quietly looking down at the man he once called Master.

He thought of his other master again, and sighed in his heart: "Master, you want me to give up the past, give up those distracting thoughts of fighting against Buddha, those pasts, as a brand new monkey, start again, and brought me here ?"

"But isn't that another kind of comprehension?" Wukong sighed, "Isn't that a kind of Wukong?"

"Breaking the stubborn stone is not Wukong!" Wukong said lightly: "I don't understand it!"

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