Journey to the West begins with the full-level monk Tang

"This female benefactor, please wait here, son, please come with the poor nun!"

The group of three walked towards the depths of the nunnery, and finally stopped in front of a pavilion. The nun said something to Mu Qingquan, and then led Tang Seng to continue walking forward.

"It's bad, it's bad, Her Majesty is really confused. Obviously that scumbag is a monk, why do you really treat this scholar as that scumbag?"

Seeing the backs of the two leaving, Mu Qingquan stomped his feet anxiously.

She was very worried, if the queen even met with the young master, it would be fine, once the matter was exposed, she could still deal with it, uncover the matter, and then ask the young master to give the elixir, maybe it will be like this passed.

However, if the young man goes in alone, the queen will see that he is not the person he is waiting for, and the matter will become serious. I am afraid that she will drive the other party out in a fit of anger, and I am afraid that I will lose my good reputation with the queen. .

In the future, when Her Majesty the Queen is sad, she will definitely not even want to see herself.

The relationship of many years was destroyed in one go.

Moreover, so many people already know this matter today, so it is inevitable not to spread it.

Then, Miaohua Temple, which has been quiet for many years, may be pushed to the forefront again. Her Majesty's fragile emotions are already precarious, so how can she withstand the devastation of rumors?

However, there was nothing she could do, they wouldn't let her in.

I can only wait here.

I had no choice but to wait and see how things changed. At worst, after this time, I would just make more apologies to Master Miaohua.

In Mu Qingquan's uneasy mood, Tang Seng followed the nun to the thatched cottage.

"Benefactor, please wait a moment, let the poor nun go in and report!" The nun took another deep look at Tang Seng, bowed to salute, and walked towards the gate of the thatched cottage.

However, before she reached the gate of the thatched cottage, she saw that the gate of the thatched cottage suddenly moved, and then slowly opened.

It was the very young nun who opened the door. She gently pushed the door open, then stood by the door and looked at Tang Seng, neither saying let him in, nor saying no.

Just standing like that, his eyes were always looking at Tang Seng.

At this time, Tang Seng didn't look at the little nun at all, his eyes were completely attracted by a figure sitting cross-legged in the nunnery.

At first, the figure was sitting facing the gate, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hands, slowly twisting them.

His eyes were always looking in the direction of the door.

The light in the room was a bit dim, maybe Tang Seng had been outside for too long and had gotten used to the bright light outside. He felt the room was a bit dim, but the people in the room might not feel that way.

When the door was opened, the outside light shone into the room, and that broad light just fell on the nun.

The nun looked at the Tang monk in white Confucian clothes outside the gate, as if frozen, just watching.

Tang Seng was also looking at the nun outside. The two looked at each other, neither spoke nor moved.

Time passed bit by bit.

On the surface, everything stands still except time.

Tang Seng looked at the nun without moving, and the nun also looked at the white-clothed scholar in front of Tang Seng.

Tang Seng was looking at the eyebrows, eyes, lips, and jade-like skin. Although twenty years had passed, they still looked so kind and familiar.

It seemed that there were not twenty years in between, and it was just saying goodnight yesterday, opening the window as soon as possible and seeing him again.

Everything is the familiar look in memory, perhaps the only thing that has changed is that the hair full of black hair of the original red figure has disappeared, replaced by a soft and easy-going, clean and elegant monk hat.

Or, there are some tiny wrinkles that crept up from the corners of his eyes without knowing when.

It's her, it's her, it's her!

It was indeed Her Majesty the Queen.

Tang Seng walked slowly, seemingly staggering towards the room.

And the figure in the room also sat up slowly. The process of sitting up was a bit long, with some hesitation, and even hesitation with a bit of uncertainty.

However, in the end the figure stood up and walked slowly towards Tang Seng.

At that moment, Tang Seng saw two lines of tears rolling down from the corners of the nun's eyes, flowing across her cheeks, staying on her lips, and flowing into his mouth again.

The two walked towards each other, their movements were very slow. When Tang Seng entered the room, the little nun who opened the door tilted her head and thought for a while, then backed out, and then gently closed the door.

From the situation at this time, she could already tell that the handsome scholar who came here must be that scumbag.

In the small pavilion, Mu Qingquan was always paying attention to the movement there, but seeing this situation, she was completely stunned. But he muttered in his mouth: "Is it true that there is love at first sight in this world? Your Majesty, this is..."

Just as Mu Qingquan was making up his mind, Tang Seng and the nun had already walked face to face in the room.

"Brother Saint Monk, is it really you? Aren't we dreaming? Is it really you?"

The nun didn't care to wipe the tears from her face, she looked at Tang Seng's eyebrows, looked at his wig, and murmured something in her mouth, then gently raised her plain hand, and touched Tang Seng's eyebrows, nose, mouth, cheek...

"Your Majesty, Xuanzang is late. It is Xuanzang who has come to find Her Majesty the Queen!" Tang Seng was affected by this situation, and he stretched out his finger to wipe the tears from the corners of the nun's eyes.

"It's not too late, it's not too late, it's good to be here, it's good to be here, after so many years, how are you?" The nun smiled through tears, retracted her hand, held Tang Seng's hand, and let his He put his hand on his cheek not allowing him to take it away.

Her voice was very gentle, just like it did many years ago, it still made Tang Seng's blood boil.

"Are you okay?" Tang Seng didn't answer Her Majesty's words, but asked back.

After he finished asking, he realized how stupid he was asking. Everyone has become a monk, can they still get better?

"Okay, I'm fine! As long as I can see Brother Shengseng, everything will be fine. Brother Shengseng, where have you been all these years?" Her Majesty's answer was a bit insincere, but Tang Seng could tell that the nun Is really very happy.

Facing the Queen's question, Tang Seng really couldn't answer directly. He gently embraced the Queen's shoulders, and said softly: "Over the years, I have narrowly escaped death. I have traveled to many places and walked through many places. I have traveled to bridges in many places, but I always miss you when I met you at the best age of youth. There are so many experiences, I can’t finish them all at once, and I want to spend my whole life telling you slowly.”

"Okay, I would also like to spend my whole life listening slowly..."

The nun nodded heavily. For so many years, so much resentment, so much disappointment, so much misery, at this moment, in Tang Seng's soft words, all disappeared.

She became a nun and stayed away from the world of mortals. She once thought that she had forgotten the past and that she was strong enough, but because of this scumbag's words, her defenses were broken in an instant!